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  • Press Conference: Randip Dhesi

    Current mood:surprised

    Thank you journos for coming. Here's how the conference will work. Randip will read a short statement after which he will open the floor for a short Q&A period. Ok, on we go.

    "In the words of Homer Simpson, if I could just say a few words.... I'd be a better public speaker. I've just been made an offer of employment to work for the fine people of Spannerworks as a Graduate Natural Search Analyst. As promised the news breaks via myspace, mainly due to my laziness in finding it too much of a chore to broadcast to individuals. So to the whopping five people subscribed to this, now you know. And to further highlight my laziness, there will be no Q&A. Thank you and good day."
    Ok,  you heard the man, no Q&A, now scram!
  • Rodrigo Y Gabriela, Notts Rock City 30/11/06

    Current mood:rejuvenated

    [Disclaimer: I started this in December, then forgot about it/got lazy, and got back to it the other day! Inconsistent would be an understatement. You have been warned!]

    Well, after many subtle hints, and one mother of a email plea, just one person was man enough to step up to the plate, and agree to go see Rodrigo Y Gabriela with me in Nottingham's Rock City.

    Step forward Edward Lane. One half (yes, the better half) of the guitar duo that will rock the world to its very core... Once they've written some songs, and the other guy learned to play that is!

    Right, neither of us had ever been to Rock City before, let alone driven there.  The first time we travelled to a gig together (Bon Jovi - Hyde Park, 2003)...err... well... we had a slight 'hitch' in getting there... something which we must never EVER talk about..... err.. yeah..  but the gig was awesome, 92,000 fans, great spot, great weather, great 3hrs, great fireworks! But there was no transport back, so we ended up in Roysten where we spent the night at a friend of Edward's who was also at the show.  The last time we travelled to a gig together was in April '06 for the Kula Shaker  gig at the Coventry colleseum, we got there no problem (woohoo), and ended up with front row positions and guitar picks at the end! Technically, that wasn't the last gig we'd both attended, as we saw RHCP at Coventry Ricoh Arena, but both arrived and left separately and completely missed each other at the gig! So this gig could have gone to either way!

    Ed was the driver, and I was the wing man. Armed with a series of (surprisingly well thought out) maps to Rock City, some tunes loaded into a CD changer, and a Crunchy bar each, we set off.

    Ok, I may have been somewhat of a Rod y Gab evangelist ever since I read about them in my Total Guitar mag, but I'd actually not heard all that much of their material, which is why Ed said had brought the album along in the CD changer. They are armed with just a pair of classical guitars (and don't sing), and though the sound may seem latin, their rock and metal influences are evident. I knew their new song Tamacun, as well as great versions of stairway to heaven, and Metallica songs 'One' and 'Orion.' I just hoped that they'd play them in the set. Of course, after cycling through the CDs in the changer a few times over, Ed realised he knew where the album was..... on his fridge.... to say 'typical' would be a hell of an understatement! In the end we settled on Sum 41's 'All Killer No Filler' album, and we remembered how much it rocked! An underrated album, check it out!

    My 'excellent' skills as wing man meant we'd got to the venue in one piece! Though we thought we were late, doors hadn't actually opened yet, so it was perfect timing. The first thing we noticed was the different types of people that were in line, it was very diverse, ranging from punk 'kids' to old(er) couples. I didn't realise until I checked my ticket afterwards that this was an over 18s only show, which meant those punk kids weren't such kids, but we were definitely in the younger side of the spectrum, and it felt good for a change...

    As we entered the venue, Ed dashed for a quick pit stop. The first thing I noticed was a promo poster on the wall of a gig scheduled for February, the artist - Steven Seagal (insert angry/puke face icon here). For those not in the know, I have a slight, oh how can I put it..... problem - with this guy, where I hate him so much. Think it was the movie Under Siege 2 that did it, I mean, the guy so obviously got shot in the train but nooooo, "there's no bullet in here"!  I couldn'tbelieve this guy made the serious move into music, but I guess anything is possible (calm down Randip, count slowly 1...2...3.. ok I'm calm...)


    While I still waited as Ed's pit stop was still "going", I had a blast from the past. A woman walked past me who I swore I recognised. I didn't stop her, but I thought it was someone from the school where I worked during my placement year, a teacher. But I couldn't remember her name. Mrs Crocker I thought. I'm sure there were two Mrs Crockers and she was one of them. But I couldn't be sure, so because of Ed's past experiences, I kept my mouth shut, but it drove me insane throughout that evening! The next day, I txt a friend of mine who still works at that school, and he confirmed that it yes, the teacher was there! Though, he pointed out that there were two Leslies (not Crockers) and one was a Crocker.... And that this was the other Leslie! Glad I kept my mouth shut then!

    First thing we noticed was how chilled out the mood was around the place, perhaps it was due to the "mature" audience, but this was new to me. Along the steps or any where there was to perch themselves, people sat with a wine/beer glass in hand. We had a pint at one of the Rock City bars and then Eddie thought he recognised the bar maid at the bar on other end, and as we walked towards that bar, he soon realised that it wasn't her! We had a pint there to while we discussed important things such as "inappropriate hugs." Allow me to interrupt myself here.  Inappropriate hugs is the funniest dare I've heard in a long time. Its when you're talking people, be they friends or complete strangers like a waitress bringing a drink, gestures like "thanks" and "bye" are replaced with outstretched arms, like you're going in for a hug.  You can guess, the funny outcomes, my favourites being: being completely ignored and left with arms outstretched, or probably more funny, having someone go embarrassingly into an awkward hug! Anyway, all this was going on while the support act played. It was folk guitarist, James Yorkston, a guy from Fife, now based in Edinburgh, accompanied by a pretty lady on the fiddle/violin.   To be fair, I can't really give an honest assessment of them because I was too into the adult conversation that I was having with young Edward - I believe we were revisiting the horrors of walking into a closed patio door, in a pub, with a plate of food - (I won't say who it was, but I'll give you a clue.... It was Ed).

    The standing area at this point was still fairly empty, with people still choosing to chill out, but there were a few (probably folk fans) standing there watching Mr Yorkston. He seemed pretty competent, did a couple of old Irish folk numbers and some of his own stuff. I remember reading that when Rod y Gab were trying to make it in Dublin, busking, they befriended another guy in a similar situation, Damien Rice, so maybe they chose Yorkston to bring a similar talent to the masses. But I'm not sure it it worked. But then again, what kind of band could support a main act of such a unique genre? I mean, a rock band of some sort would've probably be just as normal as having James Yorkston.

    As usual, the masses gathered to await the main act. Every gig I go to makes me regret all the height jokes I ever make to friends who are shorter than me (and I'm only 5" 8'), and it makes me hate tall people that little bit more (Damn you Eddie!), though this was a more friendly environment, but as one blogger put it:
    "This is the point in the night where the place you have occupied at the front for the last hour or so is almost forcefully taken from you by some skinny bimbo who thinks her blonde hair is a free entry ticket to the security barrier, well it isn't love, so fuck off, get here earlier."
    A bit harsh, but there's a point in there somewhere! Despite the tall people, we had a decent position near the front towards the left and plenty of breathing room. On came Rodrigo y Gabriela.


    They went straight into their new single, Tamacun. And they had the crowd going right from the start! No pogo-ing or anything at this gig, but plenty clapping and the occasional well timed "hey!" with a raised fist (or rock/devil sign) in unison with ryg and the crowd! Don't know exactly how the guitars were mic'd up, but it was amazing how the sound ranged from delicate to bloody thunderous depending on the technique employed by those two. Gabriela was the more percussive guitarist, providing the latin-esque rhythm with a combination of super fast right hand strumming and 'hits/slaps' on the guitar (mainly used to mute the strings or hitting a different part of the guitar body to get a different sound). Meanwhile, Rodrigo took lead duties with his, his metal influences shining through with fast picking, though I guess some people can be forgiven for thinking was flamenco (though it isn't!).

    After this song, Gabriela greeted the crowd, and before she forgot, wanted to dedicate the show to a lad who'd had suffered brain trauma, and was eventually successfully treated at a local NHS facilty, (and thanked the staff on behalf of the family). This facilty, she said, was going to be closed, (everyone booed at that) and she said, in typically smooth rock and roll fashion "That aint foooking cool man!" This "profanity" was a theme for them both during the show, whilst recalling the story of their past. "Fuckin', can you believe that shit man?" says Rodrigo after revealing that they got kicked out of a Mexican Music institute (or something). I dunno. There's something about swearing in an accent that's just cool (and funny)!


    These guys have a hatred for the "system", in this case, that is the music industry. Mainly those exec know-it-all-know-nothings. Mainly in America. They are eco friendly and all their album material (inlay) is made of recycled stuff. They mentioned that some American exec was worried that it cost too much money to do (in addition to questioning the music itself) that and suggested regular material, to which they replied that they wouldn't do the album then! He soon backed down! The same goes for their merchandise. They requested t shirts for this tour comply with fair-trade style regulations (i.e. the material and how its manufactured),   when they found out that this wasn't the case, they decided they would still sell them, but with all proceeds going to charity.

    Lets talk briefly about the set list. Well, they didn't have one! After the first song or two, they said they'd be going to the states (with a lack of enthusiasm) so wanted to have fun with the real fans, us. So basically they asked what we wanted, and said they'd be taking requests (restricted to their work/their covers) throughout the show.  And they were true to their word. I shouted for stairway to heaven, but I don't think my voice carried! Not to worry though, they played it at the end, as well as the covers I wanted to hear. Their version of Metallica's One was great. Greater still because I noticed they swapped lead/rhythm roles mid intro! And the nerd in me noticed in that intro, a little variation of the 'rhythm' (i.e. not lead) part; they managed to seamlessly put replace a bar with the "Fade to Black" (also by Metallica) intro! Genius!


    In another song, I was sure I heard another excerpt of Metallica riffary in the form of a few seconds of "For Whom the Bell Tolls". They used this technique of slipping bits in to great effect as its not integral to their song, they used just enough to show their metal influences, yet blended into their own unique style. Their cover of Orion (yup, more Metallica) was a great example of their abilty to put their own spin on things and make a song seem like their own. That and Stairway to Heaven really showed that quality.

    One of the cool "rock star" moments that happened was when theree was some singing. Well, not by them, but by us. They strummed the intro to Pink Floyd's "Wish you were here", and the crowd recognised it and it snowballed into mass sing along. I didn't know all the words but joined in where I could. The "rock star" part was when Rodrigo bust into the slide solo. He didn't use a slide, instead he grabbed his half full (not half empty!) bottle of beer and used it as a slide! Awesome! Then for extra effect, he raised is bottle to salute us! Sticking with the rock star theme, there was also a guitar duel between the two, where one would have to try and match what the other did. The twist in this was that they tried to do it using their own style, which made it interesting. Gabriela can't shred like Rodrigo, and he can't 'percuss' like Gabriela.

    To summarise, it was an awesome show. It really was. My concerns about the fun appeal not lasting due to it being an instrumental gig proved to be unfounded. It was a lot of fun, and different. They seem like genuinely nice people, which was evident in the stuff they said, and also when Gabriela rejected Rodrigo's invitation to come off the stage and play at the front barriers,  because she said the people at the back wouldn't be able to see. They even came to the font at the end of the show and started shaking people's hands in thanks. Ed shook hands with Rodrigo! Edward was right when he said its stuff like this that makes the crap that you do in working/studying life worth it. Other deep meaningful views on life ensued, the jist of it being to make the most of it.

    As for Edward, in the words of Tenacious D, "as long as theres a record deal, we'll always be friends!"
  • Update: I'm Still Alive

    Current mood:contemplative

    Oh people. People people people. How I've neglected thee.

    Well, I've sort of neglected myself too if that makes you feel any better/make any sense? At this moment in time, I live in a world where the days just melt together, weekdays and weekends are indifferent, and like homer, TV (and internet) tells me when one day ends and the another begins. Oh the ups and downs of the employmentally challenged (shh - let it go..).

    I haven't blogged on myspaceland since the Muse gig in November, so I thought do a little catch up sesh, and tell you whats new. By that I mean, write whatever I can remember of any "interest" since then. It might not be pretty but...yeah, its just not pretty. Also I still haven't figured out how to blog into myspace and blogspot at the same time, or given my blogspot space the personal touch (yes I am lazy), so it's been a bit annoying having both, but I remain hopeful of doing something to sort at least some things out!

    Well, after Muse, there was still some of November left and still a couple of things on the agenda. First was attending Liverpool Vs Psv in the European cup. Long story short, we won, topping the group with a game left (my 100% record in tact!). We travelled in style, well sort of, this time we hitched a ride on the coach of the Liverpool Supporters Club! (Coventry branch). You can read about my match day experience here. I think I go off on one in the middle of it somewhere about a new campaign called Reclaim the Kop. (Don't say I didn't warn you).
    The last order of business in November was to see Rodrigo y Gabriela with my mate Edward live in Nottingham's Rock City. I realised I had started to review it but forgot all about it! Its about 80% done waiting for me to bother to finish it! I will do it soon and post it up, and I'm sure it'll be packed with delightful anecdotes! They were awesome, they really were, I recommend seeing them. In fact, I think they just announced UK dates for May so be sure to check them out, you can't go wrong for 12 bucks.

    December wasn't very eventful as far as I can remember. The hols were nothing special, except for the traditional Christmas Eve reunion (read: night out/session) with friends from the neighbourhood. We don't see much of each other these days with people's work commitments and all (and having plans with old uni friends), everyone is branching out and doing their thing with adulthood, but people make the effort for that day, as well, seemingly, do folk that don't know about it, as we always bump into someone from "the old days". These nights generally involve large amounts of alcohol, anecdotes of old, and just plain takin the piss.
    Guess it is a town where everybody knows your name, word gets around. Or as the Indian in me sees it, its a town where someone who knows someone who spoke to someone's best mate's cousin's uncle's tailor's regular pizza delivery guy who knows your name.


    Drunken Reunions

    The only notable achievement was that I rekindled my love affair with video games! My buddy Jag got himself a Nintendo Wii on launch day, man it was awesome, I just had to get me one. Eventually in early January I was lucky enough to get hold of one. First thing I did was to create a mii character of myself to use for tennis, and I have to say, Nintendo are so big in this family friendly fun stuff that it makes even my character look cute, wonders never cease eh. Zelda was the game that occupied me most (Zelda games rule all by the way). That and sending my mii creations, such as my lame attempt at steven seagal (who I hate!), to my fellow Wii owners like Sailesh. Oh wait, let me interrupt myself here for a sec. Sailesh, if you're reading this, go play some freakin Zelda! You've had it since early December already and you're barely 1/5 through. I'm issuing you with a police academy style "move it move it move it!" Ahem... anyway, the wii also brings nostalgia as you can play old Nintendo (nes, snes, n64) and Sega Megadrive (Sega Genesis to the Americans), for a price of course. This new motivation for video games makes me once again want a Nintendo DS Lite, damn things costings money! Anyone wanna hook a brother up?

    January saw some partying on successive weekends, not good for the wallet or my internal organs, but as usual, totally worth it!
    So, the day before one of these "shindigs" (the partaay blogged here by Sailesh) , Jag and I went to town, apparently is was blood donating time, but I didnt get a reminder letter, I tagged along anyway. Stupid admin error aside, I got the go ahead.
    Now, let me paint a 'purty' little picture here about our friend Jag. He won't watch the nurse put the needle in him or look anywhere near his arm when the blood was being taken, fair enough right? But when it comes to someone else's turn (read: mine), he turns into a curious/sadistic little bugger. Peering over the nurse with great interest - watching him find my vein, he focused his beady little eyes on my arm as the nurse sticks that needle in there (which hurt! initially anyway).
    Meanwhile, I lay there on the bench, pretending that jag is my shrink and that this is my session, yes I am weird like that, but I didn't wanna look at my arm! So after claiming that my fake issues stem from a fake deep resentment for my father, giving the nurse something to laugh AT, I looked at jag's face to gauge a reaction as to how things were going bloodwise. Well, the look I got was not one that I was expecting. Normally he'll be grinning at the site of all this (at my expense), but all I saw was a blank expression, with a shrug of the shoulders as if he was saying "psssh, I know whats meant to be happening now, but I don't think this is it". So I turn to the nurse, who gave me a look of reassurance, that everything is normal, he does this everyday. After a moment I turn to see Jag again, and this time his blank expression was followed by "Dude, nothing's happening." What do mean nothing's happening? "Nothing's happening.... there's no blood coming out" What!??! So I turn to the nurse once more, and this time his face has changed to more of an "uh oh" look. It reminded me of a cross between two Simpsons characters: the squeaky voiced nerd who works at Krusty Burger "Mr [boss].... I did it again", and Gill the salesman who needs a sale or he's fired/his wife will leave him "shut up gill, seal the deal!"
    So he calls over another nurse, and says to her that he was sure he put the needle in right, but now he thinks it might have gone UNDER the vein!! I don't know how that was possible, but it might explain the 'slight discomfort' I was feeling. What I didn't want was for them to pull it out and start again! The other nurse fiddled around with it still in my arm, and blood started flowing as normal, turns out the first nurse had the right line, but didn't go far enough in! Eh?! That little anecdote was not designed to deter folk from doing it, that was just a little 'funny' of one little aspect of the whole donating thing. Its really is done very professionally, and easily, and the staff do a great job too, so I recommend it to anyone who has a hankering for some squash and a Club chocolate..... wait, that wasn't the message I was meant to give.... but hey, if you like a lot of chocolate on your biscuit join their club.
    Ooh, speaking of clubs, did you know they (the blood folk, not the chocolate folk) do a loyalty card type scheme?? You dont 'get' anything, but depending on your donation count, you get a certain colour blood donor card with your name and blood type on it!(A Rh negative btw) i.e. I have a red for 1-4 donations, this was my 2nd time so have 3 more donations before I get the next colour card! I think the last card is a gold one for 99+ donations!! It sounds stupid, but I bet it works.

    January also saw the long-awaited release of Thundercats (vol1) on DVD!! Only the greatest cartoon ever (80s cartoons rule). Man, it highlights whats wrong with toons today (not that I watch), but I'm re-learning so many values "Most bullies are cowards" "Just because you don't understand someone's beliefs, does not make them wrong" "If we see something we don't understand, we should learn from it, not try destroy it" "Admitted you made a mistake takes courage, its ok, as long as you learn from them" ................ wow........ All I'll say is take note George W Bush, take note.

    February had three cool things. The first was the first gig on 2007 for me, when I went (with sailesh) to see +44, thats former Blink 182 dudes Mark Hoppus and Travis Barker's new band, in Notts Rock City. I've meant to do a review but haven't yet, but I will soon. For now, i'll just say that they were very good, a lot better than I thought they'd be, despite the lanky (pre-pubescent) teenagers! I'm sorry for all the short joke's I've said to people, I have tasted my own medicine and it is bitter!! I was a bit gutted that Travis didn't come due to a broken arm, as he's one of my fave ever drummers, but his temp replacement did a great job. It was a lot more enjoyable than when we saw the other ex-blink Tom Delonge's 'Angels and Airwaves' in mid last year. Also the trip to Notts was via Derby, meeting up with a friend, which Sailesh will blog explain if he ever finishes that "Tale of 4 Cities" epic!! Move it! Check out the Mark Hoppus blog and podcast at www.himynameismark.com, it is cool.

    The second cool thing was obviously the snow!! Its was great! Even though I had to trek through it to walk to town, it was the cool "fluffy" snow as opposed to that lame slushy snow! Though every lamp post had yellow snow....... ... eew. Anyway, I thought I'd leave a non gross mark in the snow on the grass in my street, and leave huge initials for all to see, but one thing led to another (you could say things snowballed........ I'll get me coat) and with the help of jag, a snowman was built! The cool thing was, we sort of gave it to the community so to speak, because later, sitting at home, I noticed people walking past it and even takin photo's of the kids standing next to it (though it was a pretty lame snowman!). But alas, a few hours later, Sydney the snowman was murdered/knocked down, by some hoolgans! (prob the punks next door!), damn them! Damn them to hell!


    Not the finished snowman!

    There was one more cool thing! This!


    Up in West Brom, I was invited to use it and leave a message for the youngster for when he returned from nursery, once again, what started small - kinda snowballed. I'm proud of it, especially as I can't draw for shit.

    That  wraps it up, I've written this on the fly in one go without formats/edits so there are probably a ton or errors, but still, a lazy git like me still manages to waffle on!
    March is upon us, graduation, Deftones and Damien Rice gigs are around the corner, as is my hope to watch my first ever Walsall match (vs Accrington Stanley.... who are they?) - just need to convince someone to go with me. But what will surpasses all these, is tomorrow.
    [warning, football alert. Look away now if you hate it!]

    Call it a childhood dream, but to sit in the Kop end of Anfield, during a European night, has long been on my list of "things to do in life." The plan of going to the previous 3 home Champions league games has paid off, now I'm very fortunate enough to have tickets, in the Kop, for Liverpool vs Barcelona - probably the best team in the world right now. There's been a history of great European nights at Anfield, and this heritage has resulted in a reputation of the "there's no sight or sound like Anfield on a European night" type. With that in mind, there's no need for any promotion of this game, people knew what it would be as soon as the draw was made, 2005 champs vs 2006 champs. The journey(these nights) is as important as the destination (possible champions come May). But there is one other ingredient. As well as the Reclaim the Kop [RTK] (not by the club, but by some fans) campaign (aimed to up the atmosphere even more to rival its prime in the 60s/70s/80s when it was a 25,000 standing area [like sardines], as opposed to the 12,000 seats that now occupy that space), the other thing is that unfortunately stadium's days are numbered, for modern day football/'business' dictates a new stadium needs building to generate funds to compete (thank you Man utd and chelsea for killing the soul of the game). So Anfield will probably be no more come 2009. When this article by RTK was posted, it did the exact opposite of easing my nerves and excitement! I can't wait to be in the Kop, its like joining special secret club, I will not go just to sample the atmosphere and say "I was there," I want to be part of the atmosphere, and  to earn my place at their side by singing/screaming/shouting/clapping, I can expect a hoarse throat! I hope I don't forget the words to the songs!

    I'll leave with a sobering thought. After watching the team lose at the weekend (to our 2nd biggest rivals Man utd aka Manure - Everton being the first), not a happy bunny, at the bar I bumped into an old school friend who I hadn't seen for maybe 4 years or more. He told me he's in the army. I asked about Iraq - half jokingly, and he said that actually, he's being sent there next month. I couldn't believe it. I asked if he was scared but he grinned at me and just gave a confident, "nah." I told him he was a lot tougher than me, I wished him luck, we shook hands and went out seperate ways.  I guess it left me with mixed feelings. in that moment, the defeat sure as hell didn't matter any more as you realise that there are more important things in life - (even though friends would struggle to guess what given my obsession with Liverpool, but there are). You also realise that you should make the most out of life. As my friend Ed says, think about what you'll see when you look back 20yrs from now. I'll probably think of that tomorrow as I stand there in the Kop, scarf in hand.

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