Again, it’s been too long since one of these posts reared it’s ugly head. Am I going out tonight? probably not. I had umpteen beers and a heart to heart with bestest dudette Rebecca last night, which caused me to down some pints fo high strengether G&T’s and partake in some horrific grooving to The Prodigy like an absolute idiot in Gay 46!!
But that shouldn’t stop you guys from trying to spread your filth across Laugavegur tonight from B5 to Dillons Bar. Personally. I wouldn’t expect anything less from you scumbags as you try to worm your way into a female’s inner crevices don’t believe me? Then take my friend Alfie’s word for it - You guys are the classiest!
As for soundtracks, let pump our way back to 1987….
Man it’s been a Sunny day today. And it was still nice and cool (only 7c), but i’ve spent the day writing and chopping down massive trees, like a…. lumberjack! God i’m so manly.
And afterwards i tore the head of a seagull and drank it’s blood, purely for the hormones and protein. Will i be going out tonight? Hmmm. I don’t know. Make me an offer i can’t refuse. And in return i will promise to to violate your sensibilities with the music below…
I’m sure that people will be going to bars and listening to all sorts of cool music acting all posed and polished and stuff. Not me though. My beard has now acquired sentience and is currently trying to annex my face by force. Meanwhile i have been and curry, so i think i will be getting my bovver boots on and attempting to turn the town red with the souls of peer meek mortals this evening.
In what can only be a serious dereliction of blogging duties, this is actually the first SNFM I’ve posted in 2012. this is, even by my own slack standards, fucking shocking. So it’s best to get this sorted out ASAP with some of the finest pop abominations crafted by man (and sometimes woman).
Will i be going out tonight? Err….. very unlikely. Have a few friends out last night where we had our own Burns night. I made a few kilos of Haggis and we all ate our fill while drinking nearly two litres of finest quality single malt. In the end my friend Louder and myself were drunkenly chatting till 6.30 IN THE MORNING. I only woke up late this afternoon. Urgh. Saturday be write off. i will start writing music related stuff tomorrow.
It’s one week till Christmas! And you know what means? Yes, downtown has become a mass frenzy with hordes of cow people desperately trying to buy tons of shit they don’t need, with money they can´t afford to have, for people they don´t like to be around with. People are getting twitchy and antsy. “What the fuck am I going to buy my wife/girlfriend/person i share a bed with?” you hear legions of poor sweaty, broken men, before settling on some books and cocoa butter for the skin.
And it´s also the last weekend to get some practice drinking in before the season’s drinking starts in earnest. What what need is a good soundtrack to chugg those Jagerbombs and dance like a leering buffoon to attract the ladies with….
You can hear the gurgling, growling sounds outside in the street….
The hordes have begun to take over….
In cases like this you hold yourself up with a 6 pack of beer, a baseball bat with spikes through it (or in my case a heavy-duty crowbar), and some decent music. Then you play it loud screaming out from your window “Zombie Hordes….. come out to PLAAAAAAAAAYYYYY!”
Of course they may not be real zombies, just drunken party goers, but you can never be too safe. Best just to cave their skulls in, to be extra sure….
ahhh the real first weekend of the summer is here. the sun have been out all weekend (although it’s been fucking freezing) and we’re now experiencing very little in the way of darkness. This means that there is now more daylight to continue drinking and having the best times of lives through gritted teeth and grey lifeless eyes.
Oh and I’m off this week. So i have been partaking in culture. Went to see a dance/art/music piece at the national theatre last night titled “We saw Monsters” as i knew some of the people who were performing. I’m going to write something about it in the next couple of day, but suffice to say that man, shit be fucked up! And there is some hardcore avant electronics mixed with an Icelandic poetry slam on at my local tonight. something tells me i need some weapons grade narcotics for that one.
If you see me tonight, you can buy me a drink, but no eye contact, GOT IT???
OK This is a mix on the fly as we are getting ready to go to a super sekrit birthday party celebration, before i go to work and lose my faith in humanity ONCE again!
So Let’s see how fucked up a society of people can get tonight shall we?
OK, this is a little late as I’ve just come From Haukur S Magnusson’s 30th Birthday celebrations. Lots of food and booze (none for me as i’M working again tonight on gatekeeper duty to the gates of hell). Met his family as well as they were lovely. His dad looks funnily enough looks like the lead singer/guitarist to Kimono. Worthy praise i think so too.
But i need to get my game face on. And to prepare myself for the existential threat to my soul this evening i need some classic RAAAAAWK! Take it away boys…
ok so what? Ok i may have had a few drinks. it may have sent my violence levels from “houses of the prairie” to ” guns of the Navarone” but i can still keep my cook… somewhat..
and next week… all i can say is that the scumrags and hnakkis of downtown had best watch out, as i may be reenacting the role played one Sylvester Stallone in the film “Cobra”. remember you are the disease, i am the cure!
i am not making much sense right now. but meanwhile here is Swedish pop bollocks to send you into a flying rage….
