Sunday, 28 February 2010

I think I've reached a new low...

I've taken to watching an episode of the Big Bang Theory and then challenging myself to use as many of the words featured in that particular episode as possible in a game of online scrabble.

Woe is my social life...

Wednesday, 3 February 2010

'ere mate, yee from fockin' belfast ar sumfin?

Aye, it's been a while since I've done a ranting "oh my god Belfast music is the most fantastic thing in the world ever and I will fight to the death anyone who thinks otherwise!" I have had arguments about it before...scenester accusations are not welcome, in fact, I don't care, I love the fact that people I know can create something so beautiful, I'm fiercely proud of my friends and the place I come from. So here it is...

Emma's Belfast: A Musical Montage

Two Door Cinema Club

Unfortunately I couldn't find a good video of my favourite Two Door song Do You Want It All? Plus I thought this was pretty cool played acoustically. I remember the first time I saw them support someone in the Empire and being really drunk and buying the EP off Alex cos I fancied him! (haha, years later and I'm still officially scundered)


Bored Housewife

(No video I can find I'm afraid, although I'm sure I've seen one from the Pavillion before, searching "Bored Housewife on google certainly makes for interesting results....)

Justin and Meabh are two seemingly ordinary people, perfectly pleasent, charming in every way, but together they form the roguish alter-ego Bored Housewife. Lyrically, their music combines both a child-like innocence with an unhindered mischievous streak, hell-bent on exposing the human condition for the simplistic animal it is. I defy anyone to hear I Met A Girl and not giggle like a little boy saying "titmouse." The comparison to Moldy Peaches is inevitable, but the spark that makes Bored Housewife that little bit more special is the local context, although I'm not sure the Northern Irish tourist board would be altogether grateful if Oh Andy was regularly sung at Windsor Park. Probably the most unique band in Belfast at the minute, live shows notoriously descend into an audience spasming in laughter whilst Justin and Meabh look on unperturbed. Bored Housewife shove reality in your face, yes, maybe Evanescence should look into restraining orders, bunny rabbits shouldn't eat jaffa cakes but Paul Rankin...well...we all guessed anyway.

Yes she's one of my best friends but that doesn't mean I don't get to pimp her (since I'm actually also her pimp buy?! you buy?!). Ciara is Cara is Class! Go Quietly is her best song, I think she disagrees but she doesn't get a say in it, I love it!


Mental Deficiency

No seriously, this video doesn't even begin to scrape the surface of how low Mental Defiviency can go, lycra and facemasks, wireless instruments, chopped NEED to see this band live and if you don't like it you're a dead hollow shell inside.

Team Fresh

Team Fresh playing Causeway Rebel at the Brawl this year...yes that's me and tweedy at the front and yes they are my absolute favourite band in Belfast (based in Belfast that is...) and YES I know I look like a twat, but I can live with it purely for the sheer atmosphere of being front and centre during a TF gig. I've only become friends with a few of them recently but before then I can honestly say they were the band that I've seen most often that haven't had a member that I'm a good friend of.

Panama Kings

It almost seems a cliché to mention the Panama Kings, but I thought I'd start and finish this little section with probably the two biggest local bands Two Door and the PK's (apparently it's not cool to use full names anymore). They hated me for my associations with the JD set and I used to be genuinely afraid that they'd find out who I was after I heard them slagging off the set at a Kick Out The Jams recording I was at years ago. Of course as with all things I was being a stupid bitch and they were being rawkstars (the "w" is the letter of importance there) and for the most part those boys are absolute gems and I wish them the world on a platter. Just remember the little people... *cough* that would be me and Andrea chucking glowsticks at Niall's face during their massive BBC 4 Nations gig! Oh and I refuse to post the Golden recruit video with my big gob in it, it pains me that searching "panama kings" on google brings up that video as the second result...


It's funny how if you just give yourself time to breathe a lot of chaos is put into perspective. I was reading a blog, and I've been toying with the idea of neglecting to mention who's it was, however for the sake of honesty and credit where credit is due, it was Gerry Adams. Now, shock horror Emma likes politics?! This won't be a revelation to most people reading this who know me in person, but I had no idea Mr Adams even had a blog, I'm quietly impressed in fact, my mum panics anytime she has to so much as read off a computer screen. But I digress...So, reading his blog it contained pretty much what one would expect from the leader of a polerised party, I'm sure if Mr Robinson had one it would read similarly (although just how long the DUP will accept little Pete as leader is questionable). The opening to one post however caught my eye and highlighted the transience of the waves of discontent in life, my life, and especially in the murky waters of tribal politics.
"Everything is relative. That has long been the view of this Blog. The problems afflicting the political process here pale to insignificance when set in the context of what is happening in other parts of the world.

That is not to say that we should not sort out our problems. Of course not. They need dealt with urgently and efficiently. But others have bigger problems. And we need to think of them also.

There are the people in the makeshift cities of multi-coloured blankets and sheets and bits of cloth which string as far as the eye can see. There are the people who stand about in their thousands dazed and confused. Others are desperately scrabbling at mounds of debris with their bare hands in a desperate race against time to find those who might still be buried beneath the rubble. While others stand behind barred gates with hands outstretched desperately hoping for something, anything, that will keep them and their families alive."

Léargas 10th January 2010

I don't believe in god, I'm against the use of the word athiest (purely on philosophical merit) but if we're only using common lexicon then, well, colour me athiest. But, I cried when I heard Foy play this song live. And as a rule I don't cry, it's very rarely broken...

Tuesday, 2 February 2010

Six Nations Saturday and Dublin Kids Behaving Badly

Nicely nestled in between Eastenders and Holby City an advert for the beginning of the six nations coverage on the BBC appeared, and slowly, suddenly, it dawned on me...this shall be the first year I have ever lived with people not rugby obsessed. 17 years of my father and 3 years of living with half the Queens ladies rugby team nicely fulfilled my need to complain. I whinged and moaned incessantly about the training cones everywhere and the muck trailed in after training, never mind the crowds of English folk who swarmed upon our house for the rugby matches hollering everytime one of the tree trunk-esque men grabbed, crouched, and ran like hell with the precious oval ball. (I'm reluctantly using the word "ball"..."ball" suggests a sphere...) Today I miss my English friends more than ever, I seem to have had more reason to talk about them today than usual and I've been reminscing about friends further afield. The old rugby crowd, tall Abi and blonde Abbie, Zener, William and Greg, all the English (and Wisconsin) side of me that I don't get to indulge in anymore. The things I would do just to be able to sit in a room filled with my old friends whilst I drink from the punch bin and ignore the shouts and jeers directed at the tv...or maybe I just miss the punch bin...


On Friday a very good friend of mine, who shall be known as Nostromo, will be filming A Plastic Rose's video for their single Kids Don't Behave Like This. All being well I should be present and make another scundering appearence in another local band's video (see: Panama Kings-Golden Recruit). Anyway, it's one of my favourite songs ever, there's nothing more satisfying than belting out "kiiiiiiids dont behave like this, kiiids dont behave liiike thiiiiiiissssss" at the stage, it's very cathartic. Hmm...


Finally, since I'm now financially challenged (yes I quit hmv) I probably won't have the chance to go to this, but I'm going to pimp it anyway! Tomorrow Rúairí of A Futurist Theatre fame is hosting the opening night of Metropolis in Dubberlin. Lets not beat around the bush here (heehee bush...) it IS fairly nerdy, there WILL be gamer and sci-fi references carpeting your face and I CAN'T think of another statement to finish this sentence. The music's going to be epic no doubt and I certainly will make it my mission to get to metropolis #2.