Post by Akbar Le Grey on Sept 10, 2006 6:21:50 GMT -5
September 10th – September 17th.
Editor-in-Chief: Akbar Le Grey.
Sub-editor: Linda*, Robert*.
Columnists: Une femme auteur anonyme*, Betsy, Eoghann, BSam, Libitina*, Sixteen*, Jemima*.
Published by 667er Publications, ltd.
A subsidiary of the 667er Group.
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RANT- Lack of Time[/u]
Ever since swimming started, in early August, I’ve been steadily getting busier and busier. Now that school has started, I have almost no free time whatsoever. I wake up at 6, go to school, get out at 2:40, go to Parkview, swim for 3 hours, go home, eat, do homework if I’m not too tired, sleep, and then wake up again. This is the first time I’ve been on the computer since Monday. Four days is a lot for me! I haven’t finished my homework any night so far and I’ve had three days of school. That’s pretty sad; usually I don’t start procrastinating until at least the second week of school.
-Mmmm, I just got cookies. My grandma’s cookies. *happy yum*-
I haven’t even had time to write a rant for the last two weeks. *group aww* Yes, you know you’ve missed hearing me complain about things that don’t affect you and that you don’t care about. I don’t know how I’m going to get through the school year with swimming. Swimming is way more tiring than it ever was last year and we have practice 6 days a week. I have History, where I have homework every single night. 15-30 pages of reading WITH an outline of the entire chapter and the terms/key people defined. It’s not hard but it takes about an hour every night. Why did I take honours?! :’( When I become a history teacher I will never torture my students like this. I’ll just test them on the readings once a week or something. Which we do in Ms. Maki’s class anyway! Eeerrg. *dies*
Yesterday I wore these hot black pants, a black t-shirt that said Roseville Swimming and had our logo mascot thing on it, and these amazingly hott black boots. They are seriously the awesomest boots I’ve ever seen. Nastja got them at the thrift store. She’s a size 4, I’m a size 9. Unfortunately, the boots are a size 7 ½. They are seriously the sexiest things I’ve ever seen and part of the spirit was one pant leg rolled up and the opposite sleeve rolled up so you could see the whole boot and everything and I got compliments on them and I felt so awesome in them but the only problem was they were painfully killing me with every step I took. I got huge blisters on both of my heels. They effing hurt in the pool too. ): I just wish my feet would shrink a liiiittle bit. They looked so good on me. I don’t really need my toes, do I?
-Betsy.
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A Silver Mt Zion - The Empty Bottle, Chicago[/u]
Saw this band after a day at lolla[alooza, some people i met on a forum said they had tickets and they were going,
i waited half an hour on the streets until they turned up and thankfully recognized me
we taxid to tis great little pub (the empty bottle) and the last band were finishi9ng up
i asked the barguy for a good beer, "Old Style" was what he gave me, apparently it's closer to australian beer than the usual american rubbish is
i had a fair few of them that night
actually i had a lot, they were kinda cheap too
i have no memory of the person who took me there's name, but we spent most of the show talking to each other and with some other friend of hers too, which was great, they liked myt accent
she told me that last time she saw silver mty zion was in a chirch without air conditioning
i was really impressed with the music the band played it was brilliant, i bought their most recent album just before the gig, it 's not quite as good as seeing them live but it was still a good buy i think
"All summer long Jason Lytle of Grandaddy will be playing intimate, acoustic shows from coast to coast. Kicking off in Baltimore on July 18th, Jason will zig-zag his way across the US winding up for two nights at the Hotel Café in Los Angeles on the 11th and 12th of August. He'll be performing songs from the just released "Just Like the Fambly Cat". Along with favorites from "Sumday", "Sophtware Slump" and last summers "Diary of Toddzilla" EP. Along for the ride will be multi-instrumentalist Rusty Miller of Jackpot with Nic Freitas opening.."
i saw this show August 12: Hotel Cafe - Los Angeles and it was really kinda cool
the opener guy, Nic, was pretty cool, i liked most of his songs
and we had a fair few beers that night too, this was at the Hotel Cafe which seemed slighty more upmarket than the empty bottle, but had a slightly similar vib ee///..
jason was pretty cool too, playing a bunch of songs from various albumns, Betsy heard about half of them maybe because i nphoned her and had my phone while they played, and she owes me so bad now, like sex times 100
the taxi took way too long tho, LA is way too big, bastardds....
-BSam.
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No interview just now as Robert did not answer. The answers will be edited in later, so check back soon!
-Libitina.
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Artist: Mogwai.
Album: Young Team.
Genre: Post-Rock.
Year: 1996.
It's been said that the hallmark of an excellent band is the ability to assimilate the influences of a host of bands that came before them and reconfigure their sounds into something unique and transcendent. If you're looking for musical signposts, Mogwai's got 'em in spades-- Tortoise, Sonic Youth, Slint, and My Bloody Valentine, to name a few.
Mogwai were originally a group of unremarkable youngsters from Glasgow, experimenting with feedback, amongst various other things, and not many people took notice. And then they made Young Team, a collection of religiously epic instrumentals full of lush, careening guitars that remake shoegazer as stargazer, plaintive piano interludes, and snippets of phone calls and overheard conversations drifting through the mix like intercepted radio signals. Young Team speaks of passion and wonder in its own intuitive logic.
The album opens with a girl talking about the sonic wonders of music, before settling into a gentle melody and reaching a climax. So far, so GY!BE, but then comes second track Like Herod. Bands such as Pixies are renowned for their loud/quiet dynamics, and here Mogwai take it to the extreme. After a barely audible bass track, they explode into a grunge-driven riff, before repeating. Katrien and Radar Maker are poignant, thoughtful pieces, followed by another stand out track, Tracy. It has a gentle riff, cathcy but quiet, interspersed with overheard conversations and oblique phone calls. Summer (Priority Version) is another highlight, short but sweet. The next track, With Portfolio, is something of a disappointment. It rambles on, not really going anywhere, before sizzling out at the end. Then comes the only Mogwai track to feature proper vocals on this album, and also their only love song. R U Still In 2 It? features Arab Strap's Aidan Moffat, who provides haunting vocals, meditating on the meaning of life, and relationships. A Cheery Wave From Stranded Youngsters plods along, barely keeping interest. Then comes the monstrous Mogwai Fear Satan, a true example of what post-rock can achieve. At 16 minutes, it reaches a variety of climaxes, downers and highlights, a truly formidable sound-scape.
If you're looking for an introduction to post-rock, or the Glasgow music scene outside of Franz Ferdinand, this is a truly essential album.
8/10
-Eoghann.
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The Cast
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“Why the hell are we all here?” Derik whispered in Rellim’s ear. Behind them Jessica was whispering something else in the mini-fridge’s ear that was making them start laughing even harder, and causing the fridge’s door to begin slipping open.
“I mean, it’s a scary, horny smiley, why did he invite us all here?” “How should I know?” Rellim hissed in his ear. “It’s not like I know him well.” Actually, she had been having an affair with it for the last two years, but that’s beside the point.
Suddenly, a super-hawt Vy walked in the door, looking pissed off. The reason became clear as some dumbass walked in the room, with straws stuck up his nose. “Hey, Vy, look! OCTOPUS!” the dumbass shouted stupidly. Suddenly, through the door slinked a super hawt towel, with pictures of Aladdin on it. By her side was a really hawt old fashioned looking girl with red hair, and a hawt olde time dress on.
Derik immediately went over to the hawt towel, leaving Chava to go talk to Rellim.
“Hey.” Rellim muttered nervously whilst looking around nervously, excepting the horny smiley to jump out at any second. Chava looked her up and down for a moment, and then said with a heavy British accent, “Now I know why the hawt towel talks about you all the time. You are hawt.” Suddenly, Rellim noticed how Chava was hawt, with her long red hair, and tight-fitting gray dress. Meanwhile, Derik and the hawt towel were hitting it off very well in the room over to the left, where occasional shouts of “Oh God YES!” could be heard.
A yellow smiley suddenly came thundering down the steps, and shoved everyone aside. “I have brought you all here today, with the express purpose of raping everyone. I am horny, and porn just isn’t working so… What’s that noise?” He said, gesturing to the room where Derik and the hawt towel were. He strode over and flipped the door open.
Derik, caught with the hawt towel, decided to make the best of a bad situation, and charged at the horny smiley, knocking himself and the smiley out the window. His plan to then grab the hawt towel and pull himself back in failed when
“Hey, Vy, look! Picasserol!” The dumbass shouted while holding a broken painting. Chava deftly strode up to the dumbass, looked at Vy for permission, then quickly stuck her foot out and shoved the dumbass out the window. “Wheeeeeeeeee!” Was heard from far below. ”Oh thank GOD!” Vy yelled, and shot a quick smile over to Chava.
To be continued….
-Betsy and the Horny Smiley.
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Good afternoon.
As I write this, I’m developing a splitting headache, listening to Zombie and waiting for Eoghann to finish his music review so that I can post this issue. It is 3:46 pm, 10:46 GMT, about 2 hours after my usual publishing time. I’m freaking out about the magazine being very, very late.
Still, it’s not much use, really, with 5 articles.
Anyway, 60023101 is still a mystery, TBL is still being raved about, and MM is still dead boring. Summer’s over, 667. Since most of the people on 667 are from the Northern Hemisphere, nearly everyone’s gone back to school/college/university/bla. And that makes for a very boring 667. Even Pan, who can always be depended on to make some sort of tiny splash in MM every week, has gone to college; and what is Char without Pan? [Well, Char. But still. I feel like being dramatic, hush]
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down. ): [5 points to whoever gets that]
Test week starts tomorrow. Ho-hum. What with Chemistry teachers who pronounce lattice ‘lettuce’ (“But, miss, lettuce is a vegetable.” “No, no, I mean lettuce with an A”), math teachers who wear odd plastic gloves to write on the board, and a sociology teacher who hangs little signs saying ‘It’s okay to be different’ and whatnot everywhere, school hasn’t become all that tedious yet. Still, the building is horrible; it’s completely frickin symmetrical! You can’t tell left from right, up from down, O block from A block; anything. My best friend, Sara, skipped the whole Urdu period because she was looking for the classroom in the A level block, which she thought was the O block.
Aha, Eoghann just sent his article. It’s fantastic, hope you guys enjoy it.
Now, to get to the almost painfully imminent topic I’ve been trying to avoid: my staff. It’s not Eoghann’s fault his review came in late, I told him to write it out of the blue. I only received 3 articles this week, even though I sent out a PM last night reminding people to send in their articles, and asking them to give me an excuse if they couldn’t. Well, then, it seems you really can’t teach old columnists new tricks li,e you know, submitting articles. Chalk one up for old proverbs.
Honestly, though, I can’t bring myself to yell at them again. Done it too many times, it’s had no effect; what’s the use? It is, after all, the first week of school, and people must be rushed. Or something. Loads of thanks to everyone who did send in articles.
Oh, and Wasabi, stop copying my banners. Ha, next she’ll probably take my editorial banner. Oh, you lot don’t know what I’m talking about. Well, about a week ago, I think, Wasabi gave me a link to a [cough] magazine she’d made on an HP forum, Everlasting Magic. All well and good, I thought; let her do her magazine if she enjoys it. Then I scrolled down.
The first thing I saw?
‘Published by The ELM Prophet Publications, ltd
A subsidiary of The ELM Prophet Group.’
Scroll down some more. And suddenly, the blinding red of The 667er’s Rant banner pierced my eyes. It gets better. I scrolled down some more, and hey presto, there was my old interview banner, with the Linda bit cut out and replaced by whoever Wasabi’s interviewer was. Grr. PLAGIARISM. I LOATHE plagiarism, of any sort, and hate plagiarists.
Yeah, just thought I’d get that out of my system.
Check back later, by the way, because Libby’s going to edit in her interview when Robert replies. It is now 4:17 PK time, 11:17 GMT, George has just signed in, and I don’t feel like writing more. Oh, and all the articles this week were fantastic, I love everyone who wrote, people who didn’t should go bang their heads against their CPUs, bla bla, you ought to know the drill by now. (:
Peace out,
Akbar.
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IN MEMORIAM: Zaib-un-Nissa Hamidullah (1927 - 2000)