Posted on February 1, 2009 - by Mark Zonda
Blase of Glory
“Zut alors!
Waster waster waster!”
Sometimes things in the real world seem to get so abstract and flat, like being stuck on the pages of a comic book. Outside it’s cold (I kinda hate winter) and you’re left alone with tea, music, facebook synthetic hit’n'chats, a fitsfull of songs heading for the next Lost episode. You call it life, I say I’m loosing touch with reality.
Where is the big fun! Can someone show me a good party line. Lead me to the fun! I had a look to the last time I’ve been to a decent gig. It was THREE WEEKS ago, it seems ages to me and I didn’t even liked the show. People in charge of paying GOOD BANDS for DECENT shows seems to hold on some kind of undefined underated (and someone has a point in that) music acts just to bring people attention with the element of surprise and put the chgeap pratbands on a trash bin to flush a fair goodbye once the show is over. MOREOVER people from good bands seems to get cursed by some king of jinxy doom, and shows keep on dislounch one after another just like The Island once Benjamin Linus spinned the wheel. That’s was the case of Thomas Tantrum, a blessed liaison between newelty and talent. Mr. David Miatt had an incident and his hand is knocked out. Guess what: the band had to cancel his intire Italian show. Lucky we, uh?
What remains are sweet Amazond packs (I just recieved my Delta 5 compilation and Charlotte Hatherley and I was SO surprised that “The Deep Blue” was recorded at Red House Studio), pale gray skies out of the window, and the anticipation for some good time to come. I know that February will have its moments, and Billy The Vision and The Dancers, Emiliana Torrini, Paolo Benvegnù (starting to become Michael Jackson?) and The Islands are on their way. Meanwhhile Telepathe, The Mitchell Museum and Jill Leighton will be the soundtrack of these 2 dimensional days. What about yours? That’s the best time of ever to give these fake colouded pages a browse.
Thomas Tantrum – Blase
Telepathe – Chromes on it
Jill Leighton – A Dozen Times


