dreaming of you

i heard on the news that captain nob cheese himself pete doherty, the talentless gomer of the libertines inexplicably fawned over by indie kids all over, is releasing a clothing label. i presume this is because he has realised that he is a waste of space whose time in music is near over and soon his name will be less than a whisper in the abyss of lost z-list celebrities.

it was also good timing that i caught Calexico at the Camden Roundhouse this weekend. here are a band that have stayed pretty much off the mainstream (not sure why) but still have a strong following. needless to say they were brilliant. they are also such a bunch of chilled out guys (or so they seem) on stage and bloody talented musicians, each playing a couple of instruments. one of the guys (in the back, second left in the picture) is a superb guitarist/slide guitarist. he wandered onto stage with his funny glasses and his exceptionally non trendy shirt, waved once or twice to the audience and then blew us away with his music. at the end he waved again and toddled offstage with the rest of the band.

what a great life. he doesn't feel the need to have to impress by getting himself into the tabloids wasted on coke. he wakes up in the morning, puts on his geeky shirt and then goes off and plays his guitar. straight down the line. and people love him for it. a simple existence.

(he may be a total cock who beats his wife but go with me on this)

oh for the simplicity of it all! it's so simple it's elegant.

oh for a simple life.

the lady mentioned before passed away on sunday.
[i am listening to nina simone]