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Deep Red

Or, in Italian, Profondo Rosso. A 1970s Italian horror film and also the name of a band from the 90s. My mate Karl was their drummer. They split up and reformed a couple of times, but haven’t played in together in years. They almost made it too, with a couple of albums and tours in Japan.

A reunion gig planned for next month prompted me to listen to their stuff in advance, so I had a look on Amazon to see if either album can still be purchased. I was surprised to find several copies of to live and die in the UK, for around eight quid. There was also a used copy for a penny (a whole pound including postage), so I opted for that one. However, I may tell Karl that I paid eight.

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Karl’s the one in the middle, although he looks a little older nowadays. Well, it was almost two decades ago.

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Something for the weekend

The kitchen is progressing, although I’m not expecting it to be finished sometime soon.

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While I was plastering my second in command was building a wood store.

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From 100% recycled wood and all by herself.

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When in our local for a well earned beer, I mentioned to Phil (barman, on a Thursday) that we have a new woodshed.

He very quickly made the connection with the Divine Comedy and found Something for the Weekend on Spotify.

It was with regret that I left.

Kendal Calling

My second in command and I are currently sitting in the Tyne Bar, having showered and hosed-down our tent, following our return home, this morning, from Kendal Calling. It was a very grown up, little, festival. And we enjoyed it very much.

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Ringtones

sudo mount -o remount, rw /

sudo cp ~/Downloads/lost_in_space-warning.ogg /usr/share/sounds/ubuntu/ringtones/

It’s strange how messy a change of ringtone can be. Three phones ago, this was a simple task; just copy a file to the phone, then select it as a ringtone. Now, what was wrong with that?

My move to Apple around five years ago was generally a good experience. Ok, so having to use iTunes was a pain, but I was prepared for that, having used iPods for years. But silly little things irritated me; for example, the bizarre method of adding a ringtone (restricted in length, of course).

My move away from the iPhone, to the first Ubuntu phone a few months ago was, overall, quite positive. I’d known in advance that the product was a little raw, but that was fine. It was, and still is, great to be part of something which will, hopefully, become a real challenger to the Apple/Google monopoly. However, there’s a familiar ringtone problem. In fact, it’s a ringtone problem of a whole new order of magnitude. The stock noises are pretty awful, as you’d expect with any phone, and it’s proving to be very difficult to add new ones. After downloading a program to convert noises to *.ogg format, then agonisingly copying them to the phone, the above command lines (in a terminal window, since the phone’s file manager doesn’t seem to recognise when it’s no longer in read only mode) didn’t work. I may attempt this another day.

My new Android phone does now have new ringtones. Although I needed to install an application to allow this to happen and couldn’t simply select an *.mp3 file to be used as a ringtone. So, this was still something of a hassle and, while it’s just a second phone, I was left feeling disappointed.

While on the subject of phones, I’ve had a text from the Willowman festival today, from Jimmy, who’d just seen his 1000th band. I can’t claim to have seen anything like that number. And then there was a call or two from Peter, from the Ramblin Man festival Fair. The latter wasn’t a pleasant experience, Scorpions I believe (the lack of an apostrophe was deliberate by the way).

And, since festivals have crept into my whinge about ringtones, I’m allowed to mention that I’m going to Kendal Calling next weekend. My second in command will be there also, as will be my niece and her new boyfriend (who seems a lot nicer than the last one). This will be my first small festival in ages and I’m really looking forward to it. The line-up’s impressive for something of this scale; my second in command may have told the entire populations of Gateshead and Peterborough that she’s going to see Augustines and Elbow.

A final note; should you ring anyone from a gig, if you put your phone on speaker, then the other party might have a less painful experience. A useful tip learned from a security man in Manchester.

Glaston Berry

This year’s Glastonbury, or Glaston Berry if you’re not a UK National, was, for me, perhaps my best. The pretty awful Saturday headliner (and Friday’s headliners weren’t the best) gave us the opportunity to venture further than the Pyramid/Other stages. That’s something I’ve not greatly experienced in the past. Well, on an evening.

In general, there was less rushing around and more exploring of smaller (still pretty big when compared to other festivals) stages. Some good new discoveries were made (I mean bands, not the naked old lady in the Green Futures field).

We spent quite a lot of time in Avalon and West Holts … and bought a hammock too (I’ve had my eye on the hammock shop for years). Our companions, Karl and Michelle, were lovely; it was good to be with nice people.

Anyway, a few pictures.

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There’d be a lot more, but beer makes for blurry pictures. And I tended to forget that I’d taken a camera.

One last thing I should mention was my ability to continue with a vegan diet without making an effort. But that’s only because there were a silly number of places I could eat. Needless to say, we did eat at Gandi’s flip-flop, our favourite festival eatery.

Ok, so there was one cheese pasty. But it was cheap and huge, and hardly had any cheese in it.

Addendum: I may have lasting feelings of guilt relating to the cheese pasty. I mean, the Dalai Lama might have seen me eat it. Because he was there at the time, you know. And that’s an important point. Not the pasty, but the Dalai Lama bothering to say a few words at Glastonbury.

China actually lodged a complaint with the festival. Why; because he was apparently going to say things which could be divisive for China. Oh, and because he’s guilty of (unspecified) atrocities.

Which is, of course, all complete bollocks. The man talked only about people getting along together. He was very humble and left the Pyramid stage, gesturing that everyone needed to make sure they slept. I’d been deeply disappointed to miss him in the smaller, planned setting, but the surprise appearance later in the day made up for that. I’m hoping that he may have eaten a cheese pasty or two too. Do they have cheese or potatoes in Tibet? Oh, but the Dalai Lama doesn’t live in Tibet (and hasn’t done so since 1959) any longer, does he?

 

Mind the gap

I’m worried. Well, perhaps worried is too strong a word. Following the Foo Fighters broken leg incident, and the subsequent promotion to next Friday’s Glastonbury headliner for Florence and the Machine, my clash issues (that evening) were pretty much resolved. While I’d have liked to see the Foos, there are bands I’ve not seen before (I’ve seen them a couple of times, Florence too). So we’ve filled-in our clashfinder template (which, at my second in command’s insistence, includes James Bay and George Ezra) with the assumption that the Pyramid stage won’t be a great place on the Friday (or Saturday) evening.

But there’s a worrying gap at the Pyramid stage on Friday. A three+ hours gap. That’s enough for one long-ish or two standard festival length sets. Which is fine if that gap’s filled with something not very interesting. But, if not, there could be long walks across the site. I have serious clashes on the Sunday, so I’d be content if those three+ hours were filled with something that wouldn’t interest me (or, even worse, my second in command).

We plan to wander a lot this year, since we’ve not done much of that in recent years (and wandering’s the best part), so it’d be nice to avoid rushing between stages.

We’re going to make an effort not to make an effort this year.

In that vein, we’re travelling pretty light this year. We have a tent, camping mat, sleeping bag (singular, because you can buy doubles nowadays) and beer.

After Glasonbury, our next festival should have been the (free) Willow festival, but that one’s been deferred a year for somewhat vague (money, I’d assume) reasons. So, Kendal Calling will be our second and final festival this year.

BBC Four

Just watched a Glastonbury highlights thing on BBC4, recent years mainly. I’ve now switched into festival mode.

Four days to go.

Today (an average Saturday)

Today began with a mild hangover. A lie-in prevented anything major.

When I emerged from my sleep of weird, but now long forgotten, dreams, I was greeted by mid-morning sunshine. Which prompted me to take a picture of my zombie garden.

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Which is looking much better now that the grass is getting longer. This afternoon, we went shopping for festival supplies.

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Five boxes of beer, two boxes of wine and a bottle of vodka should just be enough. Although my second in command will also need supplies.

This evening, I caught up with yesterday’s Graham Norton show on iPlayer; I don’t often watch it, but Cyndi Lauper was one of this week’s guests.

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OK, I know she’s had some work done, but she still looks great for 61. And her voice is holding up pretty well too.

I then watched Soaked in Bleach, the film about the days leading up to Kurt Cobain’s death. There was the expected murder/conspiracy theory, with a possibly forged suicide note. But, even if those arguments are discounted, it’s clear that something weird was going on. It’s worth watching.

I have housework tomorrow.