Friday, 25 December 2009

Emma Louise Fisher's Christmas Message 2009

2009 has been IMMENSE!
Most definately and undeniably the best year of my life so far, and the reason for this is because of YOU!
I have been so lucky to have become friends with a huge number of exceptionally talented, beautiful, interesting, smart and funny people. Without dwelling on 2008, it was little stagnent.
This year I have renewed friendships with people I have known for a while, and although some of them I don't get to see anymore (my english soul sisters especially) it makes the short contact we do make with each other even more special!

There are a multitude of people I really really want to mention by name, but that's a little creepy on my part! So in a secret-unbreakable code, thank you to: all the lisburn road kids, the north coast contingent, a carnival queen, the gruesome threesome, my Forfey and Rathlin crew, old and new uni folks, panic dots/ni chart'ers, the few decent folk left in hmv and the ghosts of collegues past, and of course team weekend blackout fridays and laverys saturdays forever!

Apologies for the gay post, but there's a lotta love that needs shared!
Bring on 2010

Sunday, 6 December 2009

Hastily written lists

A friend of mine is currently putting a lot of thought into his top 10 albums of the decade (hi ruairi!)
I'm not, I wrote mine in 30mins, I've probably missed lots of amazing ones, and I haven't thought terribly much about it at all...and I can't narrow it past 14...and most of them are 2009... here is my rather rubbish run-down!

Emma's top albums of the noughties
Manic Street Preachers - Journal for Plague Lovers (2009)
Mumford and Sons - Sigh No More (2009)
The Voluntary Butler Scheme - Breakfast, Dinner, Tea (2009)
Manchester Orchestra - Mean Everything to Nothing (2009)
Frightened Rabbit - Liver Lung FR (2008)
iForward Russia! - Give Me a Wall (2006)
Joan as Policewoman - Real Life (2006)
Andrew Bird - The Mysterious Production of Eggs (2005)
Decemberists - Picaresque (2005)
QOTSA - Lullibyes to Paralyze (2005)
Radiohead - Hail to the Thief (2003)
Regina Spektor - Songs (2002)
Malcolm Middleton - 5:14 Fluoxytine Seagull Alcohol John Nicotine (2002)

an unadvisable post

Now, for obvious reasons I don't blog about the trials and tribulations of my love life, but allow me this small indulgence...

A while ago I adopted a "sure who cares, everything's transient especially emotion" type attitude. It's very moulin rouge without the gun fight scene in the theatre and the presumption that they were going to be together forever (until she popped her clogs). To a degree this is a fantastic way to be, on paper it should be the most healthy way to approach attraction. Jump in both feet first but always remember it's going to end as quickly as it starts. I think I fall a little bit in love with someone new every few weeks, and it's never going to end well.

This has all spawned from falling a little bit in love with another boy this weekend...

Friday, 4 December 2009

Take Back The City

...and just a quick link to a certain Miss McGlinchey's article on scenesterism! She can no longer make fun of my musical ways-if it isn't from Norn Iron, then I just haven't heard of it lads!

The photos at the start are all taken by me...but don't worry, I didn't want credited anyway like...haha!

Oh aye, and it's all in Irish, bhí sé ar doigh...or something...

Belfast's red lights

Every other Sunday since I was born until I was around 17 I used to go to Newry (well, past Newry-Warrenpoint/Rostrevor etc), I hated that journey, absolutely abhorred it! I'm a terrible traveller at the best of times but when you're 9 and your parents thing it's ok to fill you up with sweeties and fizzy drinks to shut you up on the journey, you really are just heading for queazy-ville! I only have two plesent memories I have of those car trips, firstly, and a testiment to how socially inept a child I was, is my Saturday evening, obsessively timed, mix-tapes. I had tape deck control travelling there, dad had dictatorship on the way back. Over the years most of the tapes have gone missing or have been recorded over, but I still kept a hold of a few gems!

My second happy memory is from the way home from Newry on the winter nights like tonight. I used to stare out the car window with my head on the little ledge between the car boot and the side window, and just look at the stars as we were driving down endless miles of motorway through (what I believed to be) the darkest depths of the countryside. But the highlight was always the red lights from the signal mast on the hills as you're coming into Belfast. It was like a shining beacon that yes, you were going back into comfortable surroundings, soon you would be able to recognise the streets in town and then just a wee while more you could be at the house and in your bed, where the transport induced nausea would eventually subside.

From my new house on Lisburn road I can see the three red lights on the signal mast, I've quite awkwardly angled my bed and purposefully sleep with the blinds open (ooh eer, no one can see in I promise). It's a lovely recognisable symbol of being at ease with the city, I still get the same feeling of happiness when I get to come back home to the lights.

Wednesday, 2 December 2009

Gimme Back My Alcohol...

Finally got round to buying (then having to exchange it because Cinram are eejits) and treating myself to the aural delights of the reissue of Nirvana's Bleach! It's the 20th anniversary delux edition with live tracks from the Pine Street Theatre makes my 21 year old self miss the 13 year old grunge kid that she used to be!