Tuesday, August 02, 2005


I think I’m going to let this blog die a quiet death, now. I mean, it’s been on its last legs for a few months anyway, and the fight’s gone out of it… The most I’ve managed for ages is a mere list of things I’m doing or have done, and that’s not really the point, is it?

Once I get my super-shiny new domain and can post mp3s and the like, I’ll bounce back, but at the moment I just don’t seem to have the time or the inclination to add anything here. For once, I’m too busy living my life to bother writing about it. It’s turning out to be a fantastic summer – one of the best – and I’m barely home, let alone inclined to find something to blog about.. I’ll get my new site up and running for the long winter nights, but this’ll be it on this particular site for now.

It’s been lovely.

Close the door on your way out.
posted by dubversion at 2:53 pm

Monday, July 04, 2005


I've been doing this...

there's lots to say, and a lot to ruminate on.

but i'm knacked and my hovel is still a pile of records, Glastonbury mud and Basilicata sand.

posted by dubversion at 7:04 pm

Thursday, May 05, 2005


ages ago, i sent in a little piece about a misadventure (or 'holiday') in Swindon to the Idler website for their Crap Holidays section.

Today I got an email telling me that the piece was going to be included in the Crap Holidays book, due to be published in the autumn, and that some launch tickets and a free copy of the book would be mine! Which is excellent...

This was the piece (all true, sadly)..

It’s probably my own fault.. as a man with stock phrases, using ‘like a wet
weekend in Swindon’ as the last word in pejoratives for any dreary event was
probably asking for trouble. But then the year before, my girlfriend had taken
us to Rome for my birthday, so you could understand why I got excited when just
before the next birthday she’d told me to leave the weekend clear and pack a
bag. She didn’t explicitly mention a passport, but I packed it

I guess she didn’t really know what she was letting us in
for. After all, she was from Birmingham so not only did somewhere in Wiltshire
sound impossibly glamorous, but even Swindon probably seemed like some West
Country Xanadu…

My friends did try and talk her out of it, but she
just thought it was all part of the joke.

We lasted less than 24
hours. From the dingy hotel with its hysterical guide to the highpoints and
history of Swindon (including the wonderful claim that Oasis had taken their
name from the town’s leisure centre) to an afternoon at some particularly down
at heel and rancid retail park on the other side of town, it was just a
protracted trudge through a grimy 70s theme park. We still held out hopes
for the evening’s entertainment, although when the least vile bar we could find
was some kind of confused Che-style kitsch style job we should have known it was
a non-starter. I can’t remember where we ate – I suspect that’s not because it
was unmemorable but because it was so unspeakably bad I’ve battled long and hard
to keep it deeply, deeply buried in the boxroom of my mind – but I do remember
the chilling moment when we realised that the best the evening offered was a
Specials covers band at the pub near our hotel……

…. Which was sold
out. We stuck it out in the upstairs bar, just able to make out the sound of
‘Too Much Too Young’ being murdered through the floorboards until we gave up and
headed back to the hotel. We would have made our own entertainment, but 10 hours
in Swindon could dampen Mick Hucknell’s libido.
We left by 9am, virtually
running to the station. I’ve never been so pleased to see West

Marvellous, except I hope my ex doesn't take offence either at me ripping the piss out of the weekend quite so harshly (it was a good idea of hers, and much appreciated, she couldn't have known quite how dreadful the place is) and also the rather disparaging comment about Brummies.


posted by dubversion at 10:56 am

Wednesday, May 04, 2005


all over like Triffids?

Good grief...
posted by dubversion at 8:47 am


but the thing is, y'all thought Crazy In Love was big.

Nope, next to this, Crazy In Love was 'You're Going To Find Me (Out In The Country)' by the Farmer's Boys.

a lovable curio.

THIS is going to take over like triffids.
posted by dubversion at 1:10 am

Tuesday, May 03, 2005


since even risible toss like Tony Christie's Amarillo* can get to number one 324 year after its initial release and stay there for decades, it demonstrates once and for all that anyone can have a number one these days.

Which is why i'm urging you to go out on June 6th and buy a copy of the reissue of Dinosaur Jr's Freak Scene. Never the hit it deserved to be, but an absolute turning point for me and a lot of my friends and surely a lot of you as well, I reckon some delayed recognition is the least we can do.

If you were there, glued to Snub TV watching the video they shot on the hoof in John Robb's back garden. Or if you've only recently realised that this record is money, baby**. And even if you already have a copy, do this for Mascis and for me and for right-thinking slack motherfuckers everywhere.

* Everybody knows 'Avenues & Alleyways' is FAR better

** I've been watching Swingers again

posted by dubversion at 4:00 pm

Sunday, May 01, 2005


the Pitchless crew are doing the bar room at this party next Saturday, and it looks like a good one (precious little techno by the sounds of it, which can only be a good thing).. Looks like i'm going to be irritating the punters in the bar with whatever the hell seems like a good idea at the time

haven't been to a decent free party since last summer (or have I, my memory is really starting to bug me now!)...

posted by dubversion at 9:43 pm

Friday, April 29, 2005


Oh yes!!!
posted by dubversion at 1:39 pm

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