Another preposterous news from the Gallaghers

The year is still so very young and already one of the Gallagher-twat-twins has lost it again. In public. At the Brit Awards. Almost every word he said was muted on TV, which made Liam so angry he threw away his mic and even the award. It’s things like these that make you wish he would spare us the horror of his wrinkly face in the future…

Project Coachella 2010

It might not sound very exciting to Westcoast Americans, but for me my latest crazy idea that is about to turn real definitely is exciting: I finally decided to at least consider seeing Coachella festival this April. To me this means more than just going to a festival. It means going 6.524 miles, on a plane, living in hotels, to a place I’ve never been to – all of this just to see a couple of bands. Well that’s me. Obsessed and a tiny bit insane.

First step ’til realization will be: getting time off from work for mid April – this should be done easily. Then I will need a hotel, I’m not eager to sleep in a tent again (see the Roskilde diaries). Then tickets. But I can’t do all of this today, I have to cool down first, ’cause right now I’m still so excited I would book tickets and rooms immediately out of impulse and no matter what it costs. I have to sleep one night over this idea and then make grown-up, wise decisions.

Ah, and about the music: I only found out about the line up this early morning and it is HUGE. Huge not only in quantity, but in quality… Faith No More. Muse. Them Crooked Vultures. Mew. Grizzly Bear. Miike Snow. Phoenix. Thom Yorke. Echo & The Bunnymen. Gorillaz (THAT will be interesting!)…To name only a few.

Once the crazyness in my head has vanished and I’m being reasonable again, I will keep you posted. This would fill up some gaps in my review list, I’m telling you…

All about this year’s Coachella.

The man with eight hands…

…I’m sorry, but Jack White and his 125 projects are getting really annoying. He’s like the Heidi Klum of music – seen everywhere, doing everything, never getting tired, even his voice freaks me out just as much as Mrs. Seal’s squeaky sounds. Give me a break! If he’d just put his energy back into the White Stripes and take some time to make a bombastic new WS-album instead of doing five bands at the same time. With Alison Mosshart it is just the same: we want The Kills, they are great, they are genius. Maybe it is because Jamie Hince spends more time with cocain-Kate than with his guitar and poor Alison is feeling lonely. In the end (and I probably shouldn’t say it, but wtf, I’ll say it anyway): I don’t think The Dead Weather are more than a colourless, poor copy of a wannabe The Kills band and they will not last. Pretty soon ADS-Jack will get bored again and find some new friends to play with.