Wow, that was an… interesting weekend. First of all congrats to my friends Aðalsteinn and Catherine for getting hitched at Viðey. It was an incredibly fun day/evening. Almost… too fun. A destroyed Mp3 player, lost bank and travel card, along with various bruised body parts and a Swiss cheese memory, allied with a gnawing possibility that i may have broken several decency laws has finally convinced me that i must start acting my age and at least attempt to become a functioning member of society, especially with a marathon SEVEN weeks away and me only at 17Km road running distance. Moan, whinge, etc.
On a lighter note, my friend Birkir Fjalar from the HALIFAX COLLECT music blog asked me (along with several others) to review some music videos. Go there and have a gander. See if you can work out which comments are mine (clue – spelling mistakes).
As for tonight, I’m heading back to Mr Rowland S Howard for my musical moment. This is the title track from his final album “Pop Crimes”, before he died from liver cancer in 2010. One thing i really do love about this track is the thumping marriage of the bass and rhythm, that give it a set of big brass balls. It’s rock with venom and dare i say it, a bit of vim, especially from someone who was fast approaching death.