Monday, June 27, 2005

And now we play the waiting game...

I'm happy to say that the weather for this year's Roskilde Festival is looking pretty nice. None of that Glastonbury flooding for us, thank you very much. I'm very close to being ready to go now, so I suspect much of the evening will be spend wandering around restless and impatient. And trying to figure out the easy way to cary all my stuff, a boombox and a case of beer...

PS: The waiting game sucks, let's play Hungry Hungry Hippos.

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Try To Kill an Hour With a Whiskey Sour.

Skt Hans party and family party are succesfully completed, so now I'm just waiting for the Roskilde festivus to start. This morning at about 9 o'clock I got the happy message that our tent was already there and in good shape, so things are looking good.

Yesterday was also the day I finally got my greatest hits albums by Devo and Prefab Sprout. They are both a bit hit n' miss, but the hits are really great. Combined with the Ramones Anthology I purchased for the low low price of 70 dkr the other day, I'm feeling very retro these days. Just for good meassure I'll mention I also got Welcome Interstate Managers yesterday.

Click here for an American view on the Spot Festival. Strangely the author defied my stern warnings, and actually went to see Ikscheltaschel. Those crazy americans don't know what's good for them. [via Frekvens]

In more tragic news a man was stabbed to death at a Corrosion of Conformity gig. You would think that after Dimebag was shot it would be a bit harder to get weapons into a moshpit.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Looking Good.

I went to see the Brendan Benson show yesterday, which was very nice. It was a bit short, and there was very little communication with the audience, but songs were very good, and more rock-ish than I expected.

I also had my brain examined and scanned for 45 minutes yesterday. It's actually a bit of a non-event, since it was just for some psychology project. I didn't get paid for it, and though it wasn't exactly pleasant, it wasn't too bad either. In the end I'm just glad to have proof that everything is where it should be, and looks fine.

Apart from that, not a lot is going on. It feels like I'm just killing time until Thursday, when the real summer finally kicks in.

Monday, June 20, 2005

This is seriously funny stuff:

Triumph telling it like it is to Michael Jackson supporters.

A short film about the internet.

[both via interestingstuff.dk]

A Relatively Closer Look: Hitler References.

I'm going to get a brainscan tomorrow, should be interesting. And I'll get a nice picture of my brain, which not a lot of people have.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Who Wears Short Shorts?

I just bought Nevermind, which I'm pretty psyched about. Eventhough I've always been a hugh fan of Nirvana, I've never actually owned any of their cd's, because I had them all on tape back then. But now I figure it's about time to buy all the stuff I have somehow neglected to buy back then, and at 50 dkr there's absolutely no reason not to buy it. Even if it is 14 years too late.

There's quite a bit of Arsenal news today, and it's all pretty bad. Van Persie's rape charges are apparently pretty serious, since he's still in jail, and will be for the next 14 days. Obviously I hope he's innocent, and for now I think I'll leave it at that.

Other news report that Pires could leave this summer, which is also a load of bollocks. I don't know why it is such a problem to hang on to veterans for Wenger, and this sounds like a repeat of the annual Bergkamp "will he or won't he" saga. If a player like Pires want's to stay around for another 100 years I say it's fine by me.

Lastly there's a report that the signing of Hleb has gone all wrong. I can't say I'm too upset about that, since I have no idea who he is, and to my knowledge very few players have made a succesful transition from German to English football. Lehmann, Graversen, Klinsmann, is that about it? Tøfting perhaps? I can't think of any more.

On a brighter note I just purchased two pairs of shorts today. Tomorrow I'll pick up som white socks and some sandals, and then I should be ready to go.

Sunday, June 12, 2005

Don't Count Your Chickens...

Oh yes, it's Sunday again, and as per usual it's time to do nothing at all. Watch some football, eat some of the 1800grams of chicken I bought recently, watch Celebrity Poker Showdown and generally just kick back.

The Spot festival was pretty good, even though I didn't see anything that was absolutely fantastic. The weather was for large parts very nice, and there was a good crowd, and even though I hate to admit it, I do enjoy hobnobbing with the semi-famous and semi-talented. So, inspired by Anders, I'll make a short little list of the things I saw.


The Cleaning Women: Finnish guys, dressed as Cleaning Women, playing home-made instruments. Should be awful, but was excellent fun. Very impressive.

Utah: Good, but not fantastic. Relatively straight forward in the Placebo/Radiohead region.

Quit Your Dayjob: Swedish Devo wannabies. I only saw a couple of songs, but they were pretty awful, and I doubt they got better.

Span. Very good and very rock n' roll. Mid nineties power-rock with great vcals and very heavy guitar. Good stuff.

Mikael Simpson: I only saw a couple of his songs, but I have never been a big fan of his music. He is however very funny between songs, and it didn't take long before he started ripping on Brian Steen Nielsen, which is always nice.

Hatesphere: Brutal, but very good. Great sound and very funny banter between songs.


Spleen United: Very good, sounded a lot like old Depeche Mode etc. Surpirsingly heavy, which is always nice.

The Mopeds: Average Swedish garage rock. And they played on the dreaded Café Stage, which is never good. So I only saw a couple of songs.

Barra Head: Surprisingly good, very tight, and with a very big sound. Reminded me of Helmet. And they're from Denmark, so I'll probably see them again.

Figurines: Also a very decent show, but unfortunately very similar to the show they played on Voxhall.

Moi Caprice: Not a big fan of the genre, not a big fan of the band. Artsy, and a bit fartsy.

Carpark North: Only saw a couple of songs, but they seemed on pretty good form.

Super Galore: Danish garagerock. Definitely the biggest positive surprise, eventhough there was hardly any people. Very dirty, and with loads of attitude.

Sunday, June 05, 2005

Wanna Die in Beat City.

It turns out Sin City is pretty entertaining, but far from fantastic. Style over substance is not necessarily a bad thing, but it just didn't really engage me or blow me away. And it wasn't for lack of explosions or anything. It was nice to see good old Rutger Hauer again though.

The Interpreter on the other hand is quite rubbish. It's just unengaging, predictable and spends too much time discussing the time-honoured traditions of the magic fairytale land of Motombo, which most of all sounds like the actors are pulling their lines out of their butts. Silly stuff indeed.

The only film I'm really looking forward to now is Batman Begins (also featuring good old Rutger!), but that won't open in Denmark until next month.

I'm watching the video for Shiver by Coldplay right now, and it struck me how buch better I liked them when they were a Jeff Buckley band, than now when they're a big stadium rock band. And I don't even like Jeff Buckley.

And it's nice to see how Man United, instead of trying to solve their goalkeeper problems, have just added one more problem to the pile.

Friday, June 03, 2005

Everything Seems To Go My Way.

Could this be my Summer of George? I don't know yet, but it would be nice. I'm getting increasingly psyched about the prospect of Spot11, the Skt. Hans Party, a family party and the Roskilde Festival. So without wanting to jinx anything (that headline is not hubris by the way, it's just a Gangway quote. Quotes don't count as hubris, do they?) I think summer will be a blast.

The only thing standing between me and the vacation is a paper on movie theories. I've decided to write about some dude called Bazin, who as it happens was all about Italian Neorealism, which I am of course a bit of an expert on by now. And then compare him to Eisenstein, who was by all accounts a Russian bastard. Can't you just feel how great my paper will turn out?

And for the first time ever, I actually won a radio competition. It was the "gæt en sammenhæng" thing on P3, where you had to figure out what the connection was between Cypres Hill, Smashing Pumpkins and Red Hot Chili Willy. Of course the connection was that they had all appeared on the Simpsons, so I won some weird karaoke PS2 game. (Which disturbingly gets great reviews.) Well, the important thing was that I finally got something out of my loads of otherwise useless trivial knowledge. And the host prenounced my last name as "Fudge" on national radio. Well Madvig, I just went and fudged your mama!

Oh and I got me one of these fancy cellphones (yeah, if you're like in the year 2002!), which will be a nice change from my old one, which I couldn't get into discoteques because it could be used as an assault weapon.

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