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14 March 2010

So what have you been up to this week?

Let me excuse myself beforehand: this is not going to be a very interesting post. No stalking of semi-famous people or other intriguing business this week. The only maybe mildly interesting thing that happened might be the part where I applied for a job at Rough Trade, which is one of the most amazing record stores in existence. Though I do ought to check out some more record stores in stead of hanging round there every Sunday. But they have vinyl, massive amounts of vinyl. And waterproofed copies of albums that haven't even leaked yet! (I heard a few bits of the new LCD Soundsystem today! Yay!).

But I've planned for this to happen: a week in which I wouldn't have anything worth posting here. So I am prepared. In stead: something maybe even less interesting: things I cook in London. Some people seem to have an unhealthy interest in this particular matter (guess who...), so I thought I should take some pictures of some of the things I managed to come up with. In the picture above: scrambled pancakes with cheese and rockets (and no, scrambled pancakes is NOT a good idea). Other, slightly more successful attempts:

Fish finger sandwiches with cheddar, tartar sauce and salad (tastes a lot better than the picture might suggest)

Banana porridge-cinnamon-apple pancakes with lemon curd (again, better than it sounds)


Baked potatoes with cheese and beans, and a side salad

Some piping hot pasta


Risotto with mushrooms and spinach

You might also notice in these pictures how I tend to eat my dinner whilst sat behind my laptop. Not sure whether that's a good habit. Next week, I'm planning a trip to Cambridge with my flatmates, so I might have something more interesting to blog about then. And following the 'success' of my trip to Salisbury, I've planned another trip out of town. And again, I'm aiming for the South West: Bristol this time. But for a much, much better cause: Foals are playing there. At this point you might ask yourself: a band? You're travelling half way across the country to see a band? (I used to do that at least once a week in Holland anyway, but in England it just sounds slightly more impressive). And I must confirm this suspicion. And it's not even that they're not playing in London, or anywhere near London, they're playing both Cambridge and Oxford, a mere stones throw away from London. It just so happens that on their London date, Pavement are playing Brixton Academy, on their Cambridge date, The National are playing London, and on their Oxford date, Cold Cave are playing London. So the only logical consequence of that would be to travel to Bristol on a Saturday to see Foals as it is absolutely vital to see all these bands perform live. 

The week in gigs, or: how to avoid having a social life

March 11
Panda Bear/Kode9/Kurt Vile @ Heaven If there was any gig this week which you had attend if you considered yourself to contain even the slightest spark of indie hipster credibility, this was apparently it. And as I so much enjoy conforming to the opinion of others, I was of course at the forefront of this happening. And though it is a nice idea to go to Heaven to see a gig, there's always the question of whether you'll be able to return to Earth afterwards. Luckily, the local bouncers eventually allowed us to leave premises, though with some reluctance and after being tempted by the toilet lady who points you to your toilet, guards your door for you if it won't lock properly and starts a polite conversation whilst providing you with both water and soap to wash your hands. Interesting at the very least.
Kurt Vile, a man as vile looking as his name implies, was first to take the stage this evening which was filled with lone wolf performers.Apart from his long hair that looked as if it hadn't seen shampoo for some time now, his performance wasn't very memorable. A man and a guitar just need something more than a lack of personal hygiene to stand out from the vast crowd of singer-songwriters. 
In stead of opting for a DJ to play some music mildly related to the main act of the evening, Heaven choose to put Kode9 on, a dubstep/grime DJ of sorts. If someone can point me in the direction in which he or his music is supposedly related to either Kurt Vile or Panda Bear, please, do enlighten me. He might be a perfectly apt performer, but dubstep surely  is a genre that is not appreciated as much as it ought to be when it is planned in between some lo-fi guitar music and an Animal Collective spin off? 
With his fourth album well under way, Panda Bear thought it time to do some one of performances, just to get everyone that extra bit excited for his new album. Noah Lennox, the man behind this moniker, is of course better known for his partaking in last year's highly acclaimed (mostly by Pitchfork that is) Merriweather Post Pavilion, the so far most successful album of his band Animal Collective. As his former album, Person Pitch,  was said to be the most important inspiration for said album, that might have something to do with the attention Noah has been getting lately. Let alone that Person Pitch was of course an excellent album on its own. Live, Panda Bear is a true solo-project: Noah Lennox is the only person present on the stage, unless you count the persons appearing on the screen set up behind the stage. Even more so than Animal Collective, Panda Bear is an electronically orientated music act which necessitates its repetitiveness to be concealed through distracting the audience with the screening of short films seemingly filled with subliminal messages. Except for the part with the sharks, that was not subliminal or subtle in any way, nope. Helped by this film screening, the set turns more into a DJ set than into a real concert: the songs flow into each other in a way which causes one not to know where the first one ends and the second one begins. No room for applause then. Maybe it's just me, but I was expecting more 'songs' in stead of live DJ-ing. Nevertheless, everything sounds very promising for the new record, especially as it does not sound like Animal Collective at all (which is definitely a good thing coming from me).

March 13
Grizzly Bear/Beach House @ The Roundhouse Now there's good poster! Two of my favourite bands on the same evening! And at the Roundhouse, which I've been told has incredible acoustics. Much to look forward to thus. Beach House immediately prove the claim being made about the acoustics: with this being the third time I've seen them while in London, the sound has never been better. Victoria LeGrand's warm and endearing voice manages to fill the room with an atmosphere that makes one totally forget about the tropical temperatures causing some people to faint before the main act is even near the stage. Save one song, they only perform tracks of their latest album, Teen Dream. And though that may be one of my favourite albums of this year, and certainly their best yet, it would have also be nice to hear some more of their older work. If the local climate hadn't made it physically impossible, 'Norway' would have certainly caused me some goose bumps. 
Grizzly Bear had something to live up to, as last time I saw them they were backed by an entire symphonic orchestra. And though it may be unfair to expect a similar performance this time, one just can't help reminiscing about that. To compensate for this loss, Grizzly Bear have upped their game by providing us with an incredible light show and inviting Victoria LeGrand back on stage to make 'Two Weeks' an even more magical moment. I'm very much conflicted at the moment whether I prefer her over a strings section. All the songs you'd expect them to play were of course present in the one and a half hour set: an absolutely incredible version of 'Knife', personal favourite 'Ready, Able', 'Colorado' and the absolute highlight of the show: 'While You Wait for the Others'. The set also contained a splendid version of 'Deep Blue Sea', which was recorded for the Dark Was the Night compilation (and yes, I know it also appeared on the Friend EP, but that was not a proper recording (the song, not the EP), so hold your horses!). As an encore, we were treated to an acoustic version of 'All We Ask', and what more could one ask for? For me, perfection went by the name of Grizzly Bear this week.

PS. is it just me or are my capsule reviews getting more elaborate by the week?

27 February 2010

Oh, and in case you were wondering...

These are my flatmates:
Kinga

Natasha (new Natasha, not the annoying American one)

Tom (and no, that's not something that's stuck on his face, that's a pipe to go with the whole outfit)
Dotti (in the middle)
And Zsuzsi (on the left)

And yes, all these people (and myself) live in a four bedroom flat. 

To the end of the world (or Salisbury) and back again!

I strongly prefer the centre of the universe (London) over the middle of nowhere (Salisbury). 
Oh joy, a pile of rocks.

Sunlight! Quick! Quick! Capture it! We need proof of the unique phenomenon!

Basically what Stonehenge is all about: walking around a pile of rocks. For an hour. 


And another picture of this ingeniously designed pile of rocks (but still, a pile of rocks)

And a final one for those geology fans among you.

And then it was on to the town of Salisbury, of which this is it's one (and only...) attraction: the cathedral. People just go here because it's close to Stonehenge and you don't want to travel two hours to just look at a pile of rocks.

Seriously, Salisbury marks the end of civilisation. The WHSmith (book store chain) didn't even sell books: just magazines, wrapping paper and picture books for children. 

21 February 2010

On orange Sainbury's bags, Chinese New Year & Gordon Brown being 2nd worst PM

Well, I guess the picture on the left says everything (except the part where I had to go to a FRENCH website to find a decent picture). I was starting to feel that I was literally the only person in the whole of London who cared about speed skating, but last Friday when my Dutch supervisor brought in some HEMA stroopwafels (nom nom nom), I discovered some love for the sport in her family as well. Ah, discussing the possibility of an Elfstedentocht and whether we'd catch a plane to go see it over Pickwick tea (yay!) and stroopwafels...

Mark Tuiter's victory was, of course, the highlight of my weekend. Or wait, make that week. I had to watch it in the kitchen on my laptop, and at the minute Shani Davis passed the finish line and I started to cheer with actual tears of joy in my eyes, one of my flatmates walked in. After a short confirmation that I was watching speed skating again, and again in the middle of the night, he offered me an orange Sainsbury's (the English version of Albert Heijn) bag to use as an orange flag, which I eagerly used to dance around the kitchen with. Yup. With five more days of Olympic speed skating to go my flatmates already think I've completely lost it. I also might have compared last night's victory with winning the world championship in football to justify my actions. But it is, isn't it? The 1500 meter is distance everyone wants to win, and is able to win: the sprinters, the stayers, all all-rounders have to able to skate a decent metric mile, and then there's the specialists like Mark. And as was said last night: 'we' have been waiting since 1972 for someone to win Olympic gold! That's 15 years longer than I've been alive! That is a long time to wait.

Other things I've done this week: Chinese New Year! Officially that was last week, but in London it's celebrated today. And as London is the home of the largest community of Chinese people outside of China, that's a rather big celebration. I took some pictures, but my battery died after like the fourth picture. The lion on the last two pictures actually went on to walk right past me, but you'll have to make ado with the crappy two pictures below. I also tried a lotus bun, which looked amazing and had some green stuff inside it. I expected some kind of vegetable, but it turned out to be really, really sweet. Rather nice actually. Also, there were a lot of stalls selling Chinese food stuffs of which I recognised absolutely nothing.











Other things I've done this week: make a Toblerone cake (in the oven right now, so no word on what that's gonna taste like), celebrate pancake day and watched a lot more speed skating. Also: I'm gonna make my 'real' radio debut on 2 March. *puts on radio voice* Tune in to Rare.FM on the 2nd of March at noon to catch me on the air (well, technically speaking it's glass fibre) on the Rare Reviews Show! (That's English time, so it's 1pm in Holland). Link on the right. Somewhere.
And apparently, we've lost another government led by Balkenende. Surprising. I think Gordon Brown is treating himself to a KitKat to celebrate not being the worst PM after all.

And gig reviews again:
Spoon/White Rabbits @ The Electric Ballroom When I first heard the single of Spoon's latest album Transference I wasn't that impressed. However, as it turned out, the song just needed some time to grow. 'Got Nuffin' is now one of my favourite songs by Spoon, who've been named best band of the last decade by both Metacritic and the Guardian. Both band were pretty good live, even the venue was the worst I've ever seen. I could write an extensive review, but as they played in Amsterdam just two days later other people have done a better job at that than I could have done.

Beach House/Lawrence Arabia @ Bush Hall Beach House's new album is my favourite album of the year so far (though Joanna Newsom's new triple, 3 hour long is a serious contender for that title) and I might have promised to write a review on that album, but as it's already a month since it has been released I think I might just give up on actually writing that (or do it next week when I'll go to Stonehenge by bus). Live, they're possibly even more amazing, just as last time I saw them. I absolutely adore Victoria LeGrand's voice and her ability to head bang to her own music. Lawrence Arabia are just a slightly less bearded version of Fleet Foxes, so if you're into that (or beards), give them a listen.

The Sunshine Underground/Cosmo Jarvis @ Koko Yeah, about that... I think I've mixed them up with another band. They're now officially added to the list of bands I walked out on (a list including the likes of White Lies, Glasvegas, Vampire Weekend and Florence + the Machine). I went to watch speed skating in stead and saw Laurine van Riessen en Annette Gerritsen win a bronze and silver medal. Much more rewarding.

Pantha du Prince/Walls @ Cargo And now for something completely different... Don't you just love London? Pantha du Prince for free! And not even at a record store but at a proper venue (okay, one with a queue of sometimes immense proportions but still, it's free!). Walls could be described as a sort of minimalistic Fuck Buttons wannabes, but with less creativity and less noise. Mildly entertaining. Pantha du Prince was a lot better, which was to be expected really since the man just released his highly rated debut album Black Noise. Live, Pantha du Prince turns his album into an hour-long DJ set and shows he knows how to get his audience moving. After starting of with some more ambient tracks which allow for some subtle dancing-with-your-eyes-closed, he throws in some more beats AND THEN IREEN WÜST WINS ANOTHER GOLD MEDAL! *Gets out another few Sainbury's bags and her Unox hat and starts celebrating*

21 December 2009

Blimey!

Now it's snowing alright! *Traffic Chaos*

I took some pictures which I will put up later tonight, if I ever return from 'Cat on a Hot Tin Roof', which features Claire Huxtable.

*and update*


The play was amazing. The cast is in the picture above, you ought to recognise at least (and I mean at the very least) Phylicia Rashad who, as metioned above, featured in the Cosby Show. And might I add that I literally had a front row seat and thus was within arms reach of all these people?

And I've never been much into Twitter, I just don't get who you'd want to keep that updated with what you do everyday? But this account is just brilliant: Big Ben. Also, today at work we discovered kettle cookery. Do google that when you're bored (there is an appreciation society on Facebook for those interested in the fine art of it).

But some pictures then (and I actually opened my window/balcony door and let the freezing cold in to take these for you! Just for you!):