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I was thinking of eating vegan food and watching Spoon
(Does mean no time for pancakes though :( )
....at Birmingham Town Hall.....thats where i'll be anyway....
whilst listening to nu-folk
whilst yodelling in an Icelandic field.
ALL THE WAY THROUGH. Crazy indies.
but repeatedly say 'it's just good pop' anytime anyone speaks or sings
and walk around by Earl's Court with a camo print backback that has mini speakers in it playing Unwound while holding a middle finger up at anyone in a limo.
Or I would, but instead I'm going to meet my Auntie and my wee cousins for dinner at Embankment. But I have a Slayer t-shirt on under my sensible shirt, so maybe that still counts...
at the Windmill
in Bradford. Not sure quite how 'indie' that is, but it's better than watching the Brits!
whilst listening to the back catalogues of Guided By Voices, Galaxie 500 or Suede (Godflesh or Metallica for metal alternative The Anthology of American Folk Music for folk alternative), then repeated shout "Where's a drunk Jarvis Cocker when you need one?".
i haven't watched the brits in years. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna go all the way. but should i plump for lilyallen or ladygrabra?
and take a shit
But I also like the Murakami suggestion, most of these are good!
Rather than watching the press masturbate to their money.
I was going to say wanking over Zooey Deschanel while listening to Joy Division... That could work, though.
by heckling at the box, repeatedly mention who each winning artist is a "poor man's version of" and make ever-increasingly ludicrous claims regarding who should have got nominated and won the gong instead (i.e, The Rakes posthumously for Best British Band).
But ideally, they'll have the common sense to stick the football on anyway.
19:05 - realise you're shit at talking to people anyway, so decide to go solo. Start writing songs.
19:15 - Realise you're shit at writing songs, decide to go improv/experiMENTAL. Start practising instruments.
19:30 - Realise you're shit at playing music, decide you'll just say that's the sound you're going for. Quickly bike round to 24hr tesco & pick up 1st thing you see capable of recording noise. Answerphone, camera, furbie, whatever.
20:05 - On way home from Tesco, get mugged. Hand over bike and recording device, but manage to keep enough money to return to Tesco.
20:30 - eventually get home from Tesco, turn recording device on and start making noises.
21:42 - Consult your spreadsheet of albums you rate 9/10 or higher and realise that 42mins is optimal time. Stop recording, and start thinking about artwork.
21:43 - Realise you're shit at artwork, grab a random image off wikipedia. Take a few minutes just to admire your work, then start pimping the hell out of it on t'interweb.
22:30 - Stop, have a wank. Continue pimping.
23:00 - Time for bed. Quickly go online to check the Brit results, grab an old copy of Mojo from under your bed "from when it used to be good" and retire. Dream about your album hitting no.1 and your being asked to appear at the Brits, and how fun it would be to turn them down.
01:00 - clean sheets.
wearing an Animal Collective shirt
but I'm going to play piano in a pub. And I suggest you all do the same.
But do this in the indiest way imaginable. That is, whilst listening to Andrew Bird and Sigur Ros. Clean yourself off afterwards with a Tough Alliance teeshirt and cry yourself to sleep. Dream about getting to go to the Brits.
when the Mercury Music Prize was on TV, I was watching The West Wing, for the third time. INDIE FTW!