internet

have not posted despite lots of big (good) things going on. been living life instead of writing shit about the banal and dull. anyway, this blog is just for the banal and dull and i never write about my personal life anyways and i wont start now. its not necessary for everyone to write every detail about them despite the fashion for narcissism and complete openness when people log on to the web. 

here is an example of how to make yourself look like a dickhead on the web. a guy i used to work with and who i have mentioned before about his constant facebook posts has now started a new series of daily posts. he is posting everyday from the perspective of his pet cat, and has done so, everyday for the last 27 days. i know its been 27 days because the posts have the prefix 1#100, 2#100.....27#100, which means he plans on keeping this quite ridiculous series of updates for 100 days. 

some people try to make themselves look cool on facebook. lots of selfies with friends having drinks and partying or pics of them on beaches or up the eiffel tower. this guy has decided that he thinks all his facebook friends will want to read posts that are written from the perspective of his cat. fuck me!. you are a married man with a wife and your facebook is written from the perspective of your kitten. i dont think you could you make yourself look like a bigger cunt if you tried. 

anyways, that whole kitten posts shit made me not want to login and blog. live your lives people. you dont have to be funny or say something profound on your facebook and you dont have to try and be quirky or play to an audience. fuck it. fuck it all. 

this is the most interesting part of my posts. its the bit where i post some music. 

there are moments in history that you wish you could back to for music. the late 80s in LA to see janes addiction and guns and roses playing at whisky or the troubadour. the cure touring the disintegration album in 89/90. first avenue, minneapolis in 1981 when prince was playing there often doing material from dirty mind, and even songs that would eventually find their way onto purple rain. 

this performance is from one of those moments. this is 1975 in london and its bruce springsteen singing thunder road. so much of the internet is just a platform for cunts and idiots, but sometimes you find a gem like this.