Wow! Do these guys put on a show! On Friday night I went to see Black Rebel Motorcycle Club at the HMV forum in London. I wouldn't say I was a huge fan of this band prior to the event, but nevertheless I was looking forward to seeing some decent live music. Blown away would be an understatement! However good a band sounds recorded, they're really not worth their name in salt if they don't perform well live. Let me tell you, if you haven't heard or seen this band live, they were undisputedly born to play live.
They said a picture is worth a thousand words. If there's truth in that statement, video certainly has a lot to say, given film (as an example) is captured at 24 frames-per-second. My point? As much as I love photography, I've been fantasising recently about the virtues of video, and the advantages moving pictures have over their still counterparts.
You can be excused for forgetting about a post I made over 6 months ago, predicting how this season would pan out in the Premier League. I originally intended to return to this post a month later to see how accurate my predictions were. However, 6 months later, with weeks remaining of this season, here's the follow-up. Better late than never...
...It's good music. I hate adverts as much as the next guy. But it can't be denied TV adverts have proven to be a great platform for getting across a damn good tune, or even launch a band's musical career.
As a follow-up to the 2-week temporary filing work at Sureterm, last week I was back at the company, doing a single day of work. Except this time, I was on the phones. Now to say this type of work is my idea of hell is a little strong, but it's somewhere in the ballpark. I never thought I would ever do this type of job, and suffice to say I don't think I ever will again. I disliked this job for 3 reasons:
I'm not a great fan of telephone conversations in general, as a means of communication.
I am not particularly gifted in the art of "small talk", or "inane chit-chat". I.e. the type of conversation you would have with someone you do not know.
Thirdly, I do not like not knowing what I am talking about. And having to pretend to people I do.
It has to be said, I've grown a little partial to the band 30 Seconds to Mars. It's not something I'm ashamed of, but equally not something I will be shouting from the rooftops. If, after this revelation, you doubt my sanity and musical taste, before you judge, you must check out their collection of hits they're racking up. Their current single, This is War, is the latest song from the band to catch my attention. And it's 30 Seconds to Mars doing what they do best.
A while back now, I raved about Biffy Clyro's single release, The Captain. Since then, I've had the pleasure of acquiring the album Only Revolutions, providing me with 11 more tracks to sink my teeth into. Hold onto your hats people, this album will rock your socks.
I saw this film a few days ago now. After watching it I decided I'd wait a few days for it to sink in as, to be quite honest, it caught me off guard a little. This is a strange film. On first impressions it looks like a light-hearted super-hero comedy, with average chumps attempting to beat up bad guys but inevitably getting their asses handed to them. And, as a brief summary, that's what the film is. But let's just say there's a lot more besides.
I have an odd fascination of horrific injuries to the body, bred - I suppose - from a natural curiosity of the human body. At the same time, this stuff really grosses me out. But I suppose it's true what they say, human curiosity knows no bounds. If you're weak stomached, I suggest not reading on.
It's been in a state of almost completion for over a week now, so I think it's time to launch my portfolio mini-site. It won't be of interest to the average reader, but I'm hoping it will help my Internship applications. It's not particularly packed at the moment, but I'm hoping to add to it as I complete more projects.