hmm, maybe I'm wrong. headline on Stuff today: Lorde Loves 'Sex' a Lot.
did anyone just feel a bump?
can't remember who I was talking to on the night about this, but I get a little pissed off by all this 'investigative journalism' talk.
it isn't witchcraft or even particularly clever, it used to be called working your round. you know, getting out from time to time without deadline pressure and talking to people about what as happening then going back to your desk and maybe writing something. it wasn't even reliant on banging out endless OIAs.
you'd be amazed what you learn from actually meeting the people who do stuff, but who the hell has time for that now when you're being hassled to write up some bullshit on international breast sizes or some long deleted Lorde tweet?
Unfortunately, I don't think we've even reached rock bottom yet...argh, I think my lawn needs mowing.
other than that, top night Russell, I had a blast catching up with people over a pint or two. proper journalism that is.
come on, "the trouble is you're so tall" is one of the great Kiwi short-arse lyrics.
in two minds, but you can't go calling a post Just William without me feeling a need to post me old band, it was the title of one of the last tracks we pulled together before upping sticks and moving on...anyway, what the whatevs, they were the 80s...
fuck me I need some musical resuscitation after Trump's harangue-athon. waiting for the vocoder version over some doom metal now.
nurse, the wine, stat.
well done that man.
it might have been asked before, but anyone know what time Trump's scheduled to speak? cos as all good mouseketeers know, it's anything could happen day.
wow, looked like things were about to kick off as Cruz got to the standard god blesses kiss off without an endorsement. top telly.
I wrote a quick fire profile on him when BZP and such were on the rise and he struck me as an oddly sincere, screw ball who was also his own worst enemy.
that whole alter ego of his was very much a work in progress, mostly limited to white suits and bling so I was tempted to check out that bizarro rock opera of his to see how he'd turned out.
wish I had really, I've never met the likes before or since - apart from maybe that bloke who used to go out with Aja Rock - and I'm still not sure if he's a cartoon gangster with delusions of drug lord-dom or a bloke who took too much LDS at Berkeley and forgot to leave the party.
the tax bizzo doesn't surprise me in the slightest either.
this isn't helping discussion at all, but I can't say I've paid any attention what so ever to the charts since I was a young fulla watching Ready to Roll.
still, it might be interesting to know how many people make musical decisions based on where a track is charting. I'd have thought peers and such would still be far more important. especially at a young age.