In my room

The bedroom.

When you’re growing up your bedroom is your sanctuary. It’s where you play, where you do your homework, where you tell your little sister to piss off because she’s just there being annoying when you’re trying to be cool with your mates. It’s where the walls start off plain (or with Woofit wallpaper in my case) and then evolve through Care Bears and rainbows to Take That and then, almost overnight, you can’t see the walls through posters of Nirvana, Pulp and Beck until your A0 sized X-Files poster that cost £3.99 in Virgin Megastores on the weekend after your 14th birthday falls down and rips a hole in Mulder’s face (I cried when this happened) and so you fill the space with photos from disposable cameras of your friends and cat. Mostly the cat.

When you get an entire place of your own you don’t need your bedroom as a retreat. You have a whole home with lots of rooms to spread all your random crap around, and your bedroom becomes just that – the room with your bed in it. The place you spend a lot of time in, but doing anything special, just sleeping (or not, thanks to my neighbours who seemed to be having a pretty good time last night. I didn’t need to hear that.)

I was lying in bed the other morning, feeling very pleased that I didn’t have to go to work because it was Saturday, and started thinking about our bedroom. None of the furniture in it belongs to us (it’s a rental) so in order to personalise it we need “things”. We haven’t really put any things in the bedroom. We’ve got a big vintage granny blanket on the bed and a crocheted rug on the floor, and a mirror from my nan’s house on the wall but that’s it. No falling down X-Files poster, no fairy lights (I will remedy this), not even any pictures on the wall. I’ve got nice stripy bedding on at the moment (BHS) but otherwise there’s no personalisation to the room at all. Not even a radio. I should put a radio in there. It’s easier to wake up to a radio. I’ll get a radio.

I’d love our room to look like this, including cat:

Dream bedroom

I doubt Ant would like that room though. That’s the other thing about not having just your own room – you have to consider the person who shares the room with you! Not that I’d have everything pink but still! Also think I need some plants in there. I’ll have to do cuttings from Charlie, but I don’t want to kill him accidentally. I’ll practice on Charles II who lives on the fridge. He’s freaky already.

Lots of songs about rooms, but naturally I’ve picked Dinosaur Pile-Up to end this post.

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Music Monday

If you follow me on Twitter or are lucky enough to have spoken to me last week, it will come as no surprise to you that my Music Monday recommendation this week is the lovely Tigercub.

Imagine that The Kinks and Nirvana went into the machine from The Fly. That’s TIgercub. Melodic trashy neu-grunge that gets stuck in your head and you don’t want it to leave. I woke up with Little Rope stuck in my head this morning. Rad.

Official Tigercub press photo. I didn't take this, though I wish I had done.

L-R – James, Jimi, Jamie
The nicest guys in rock aside from Dave Grohl.

I’ve been stalking the 3 J’s for a week now, best stalking ever. On Friday night we drove over to Bristol to see them and Dinosaur Pile-Up. Again. Best random decision made on a Tuesday night ever. The gig was immense. It was in a little room (half the size of upstairs at Buffalo) at a place called The Louisiana. Nice. It had aircon, which was really nice but totally ineffective once DPU came on and absolutely caned it. Sweat everywhere. We could have drowned. There was a sort of pseudo-moshpit, and I might have invaded the stage just a little bit. Anyway, back to Tigercub.

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They had a red light thing going on, so all my photos are red (not bad from my phone mind, well done Sony – it’s great when it works). I got another shout out from the band, because I’m awesome.DSC_2708

Let’s just take a moment to be in awe of Jimi and his amazing bass skills. Yes, I do have a soft spot for bass players but he really is very very good and I am jealous.DSC_2709

I really hope they come back to Cardiff (or somewhere nearby, have car will travel). If you get the chance to see them play live then bloody well do so. Take them some cookies or something, I’ve learned this week that bands LOVE cookies. Ask Dinosaur Pile-Up, they’ll tell you.

Here’s their video for Little Rope. Watching this makes me feel like it’s 1995 and we’ve just got cable. I spent hours watching MTV. I could tolerate Edith Bowman and Cat Deeley back then, just about. I remember Donna Air announcing that Rod Hull had died (they’d been taking the piss out of him a few days before). So 90s was the best music programme around, with epic things like “Pants Win Prizes” where you had to send in your songs with one word changed to pants. Earl and Asif (Asif Funky Noodle, with his funky noodle dance) came up with my absolute favourite – If White America Told The Truth For One Day It’s Pants Would Fall Apart. Amazing. I always had a tape in the video ready to record my favourite songs. I think I had The New Pollution by Beck on one tape about 14 times. Heck, it’s a great video!

Keep up with all the Tigercub action on their SoundcloudFacebook and Twitter pages. Tell ’em Beth sent you 🙂

Nature Nurture

I bloody love Dinosaur Pile-Up. Even though I keep getting told off for saying “rad” in my description of them I can’t think of anything more accurate. They are so so good, and last night’s gig was no different.IMG_20130715_213826

They rocked my little socks off so they did! I danced. A lot. My poor battered Converse enjoyed themselves as they’ve been enjoying gigs for over 10 years now.

I’d been promising Matt that next time they came to Cardiff I’d bring them cookies, so Sunday afternoon (the hottest damn day of the year) was spent fighting with the oven to make cookies. They enjoyed the cookies. Score.

DPU were supported by Max Raptor and Tigercub. I wasn’t expecting to enjoy Max Raptor quite as much as I did. They’re pretty hardcore, much more so than I usually listen to (sort of like Gallows, only I don’t like Gallows) but a really great live act. I think that’s what clinched it for me. They had so much energy and presence. Indeed Wil was literally in our faces during their set. Chris and Matt on guitar and bass were something else. They started off well groomed with slick rockabilly hair and EXPLODED with rock when they played! Boom! I actually think I was almost moshing. Almost. “Rocking out in the corner” is how Matt described it. I’ll take that.

Tigercub I absolutely LOVED. I met them at the bar before the gig “Hello, Tigercub!” and had a little chat. They’re all hair and long legs and awesome. If you, like me, pine for the college rock of the 1990s then Tigercub are for you. If you like good rock music, then Tigercub are for you.IMG_20130715_215927 I was blown away by Jimi’s mad skills on the bass. As you may be aware, I’m soft for an awesome bassist and he made it look effortless. Every bass player last night was amazing. Blew. My. Mind.

This post cannot accurately convey the absolute joy that I had in watching all these bands last night. So much talent in one small room. I would urge the world to give them a listen and maybe buy a CD. Or a tote bag. It’s great bands like this that should be the future, not mass produced plastic singing competition winners. These boys put their hearts into their music, and they damn well deserve the recognition. I would be so proud if DPU got to the top 10. I could say “I made cookies for them”. That would indeed be totally rad.

in which Bethy gets a new router and it still doesn’t work

Yes, we are having technical issues at the Home of the Orange Ones. First I had to restore BigMalcolm (my PC), then he lost his internal wireless card so I had to get a new one which is a dongle thing. Then Ant spent about 8 hours trying to get the dongle to work, which ended up murdering our wireless network. No, I don’t know how either. After much swearing we connected up our old G router which works just fine. I called Virgin who tested the line and figured that the router had conked out and a new one arrived today. Guess what – this one doesn’t work either. You get so far with the installation and then it loses it’s connection with the cable modem. Yes, the cable modem that’s connected to it WITH A WIRE! It does it on Ant’s Mac and my PC so it’s not us, and so we’re back on the old slower router. Unacceptable much? Yes it is, especially as I’m paying for a faster line. Grrr. It’s also too late to ring them now so it’ll have to wait ’til I get in tomorrow. Oh, did I mention that the new router materialised at some point between 5.30pm and 9.30pm but no one left a card or rang the bell – it was waiting outside when Ant got in from his class, so thank you combined efforts of Yodel and my neighbours, thank you for keeping my router overnight without telling me, thank you in the arse.

Work today was pretty sucky – one of my friends was made redundant which is about the suckiest work news you can get at 10am. Go work with your mad motivational skills. Go. I continue to search for a better life.

In happier news, Dinosaur Pile Up will be back in Cardiff on November 28th. Yay! You may recall them from this post back in May. We love this band. You should love them too. Go listen to them, they rock!

I am trying to finish embroidering on a tote bag but have been unable to do so due to the sudden presence of a Pickle on my lap. Oh well.

in which Bethy introduces you to the best new band around…

So yeah, I forgot to tell you all about Dinosaur Pile Up who we went to see on Thursday night.

THEY WERE AWESOME!

Seriously good. You can tell how much they love the Foo Fighters, which can only be a good thing, right? Listening to them makes me think it’s 1995 again, which will always make me smile.

This is Matt Bigland from Dinosaur Pile-Up, about 2 songs into the set. Notice he is not so sweaty here...

...and this is Matt Bigland during the last song IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CROWD!! Notice he is significantly sweatier here.

I seriously think everyone needs to invest in their album (it’s like 6 quid! Buy it!!).  The Boy bought me the 12″ record and I got the guys to sign it. Oh my word they are the nicest band I’ve ever met and I will take them a pie when next we meet. Which we will. We’ll “hang out”.

Yes I am stalking them on Twitter. Of course.