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Sunday, June 19, 2005

SAD DAD DAY

Oh, and a happy Fathers Day to all you Sad Dads out there.

Yeah, I know, it's a corporate-sponsored reinforcement of blahblahblah, etc but I got a "Best of Sparks" CD (£3.98 at Asda) from mine...

HOLY FUCK!

Apparently, some drunk driver crashed into The Batmobile while it was cruising round Toronto driven by Christian Bale (I. Am. Not. Making. This. Up.)

Fucking hell, what were Warner Bros. thinking of, tho'? You're driving along, half-pissed (I'm not advocating this as a life-style choice, btw) and Holy Fuck, it's the Batmobile... Kerrruntttchssht....

Actually, I'm surprised that this sort of thing doesn't happen more often (In real life, or the comics).

Holy fuck! It's Green Arrow and Speedy in The Arrowmobile...Blannnnnng!

Holy fuck! It's an SPV...Smraaannnkssk!

Holy fuck! Up there...it's the X-Men's Blackbird...Spraaaaaakchsst!

Holy fuck! Look out...it's Nick Fury's transparent Lamborghini...Kruuuuntchssssh! (Closely followed by a Hydra Battle-Wagon...Splannnnnnnnnnnnnngt!)

Holy fuck! It's Professor X's floating-chair...Thokkk! Agh, my knee! Look where yer goin', baldy...Nahhhhh! M-my brain's on fire! I-I...Aaaaaagh!

Holy fuck! It's The Atom's tiny, little floating-chair...Plip! Oww, my eye...

Holy fuck! It's Jean Grey's tight sweater...Kluuunk!

SOUTH PETHERTON (SLIGHT, SLIGHT RETURN)

Thanks to Farmer Glitch for plying me with some excellent cider this afternoon! Man, those belly-dancers were fucking awesome...

Unfortunately, though, had to flee during a t'riffic set by El Dopa when both the kids went to Defcon 2 simultaneously. But still, I did get to play 8.7 seconds of The Fall to some middle-aged Folk Music types...

SOUTH PETHERTON (SLIGHT RETURN)

Back from holiday to find I was already on a deadline for a couple of articles that I didn't even know I was writing (or even researching), so have been hacking my way thru a pile of work while you jammy buggers have been out enjoying the sunshine...still, it's cool, music-related stuff that I'm totally into and I gets to talk to all sorts of freaky, inneresting people in far-off lands. Shit, is this the best job evah, or what?

Taking a break this afternoon to visit the South Petherton Green Fayre where the music is being, er, curated by the mighty Farmer Glitch. Looks like I'm gonna be doing a bit of DJing...no decks or mixer, just a solitary home CD-player, so we're gonna be putting CDs on, playing them and taking them off again one at a time ("Wah! G'waaaan...Rewind, Selectah!" "Er, no, I can't, actually..."). It's either that or The Farmer's I-Pod on auto-repeat, and I don't think the good fiftysomething folk of SP are ready for 6 hours of non-stop Kano and Lady Sov. Seeing as I don't actually own many CDs, I won't be dropping much Finnish Acid-Folk Science or Dubstep Pressure...but expect Mambo and Soca tracks aplenty, all effortlessly pause-mixed with Sparks, The soundtrack from Forbidden Planet, Angus MacLise, The Fall and, er, Girls Aloud...

Oh, and Flinty's band, the excellent El Dopa will be playing around 4-ish....along with various local Electro-Pop, Trad Folk and Ska-Punk bands...and all on a budget of £4.48. I hear the Farmer will be curating The Meltdown at the Festival Hall, London next year. Go, Sound Buoy....