Jaguar Love

No, I am not back blogging...
I am not suited to that game anymore...
The blog was becoming tedious and somewhat wanton...
Besides, I was looking more and more like a pervert...
Which I like to hide from most people until they get to know me...
Then I unleash the hardcore pervert from within...
It's a delicate act which I have mastered...

Anyway. This post is just to inform you that a supergroup (I hate that term) to end all supergroups (ouch) has formed...
Jaguar Love is going to be the greatest band to come out of the States since Pretty Girls Make Graves & The Blood Brothers...
Ironically enough, this three-piece is made up of ex-member from both sets of bands.
Johnny Whitney and Cody Votolato from The Blood Brothers & Jason Clark from Pretty Girls Make Graves.
Everyone's favourite Indie Matador Records snapped them up and will be releasing their debut album...
2 demo songs have re-appeared on their Myspace and they rock so hard...
Expect the debut to fall this Summer...

Most people will describe it as arty/punky/hardcore etc...
I'd say it's more like music to fuck to...

Marvin Gaye is music to make love to (or so they say)...
Jaguar Love is music to fuck hardcore to (or so I say)...

Jaguar Love's Muthafuken Myspace Profile...

Indefinite-Hiatus...

Too busy...
No more time for blogging...
I bid thee farewell...

Cry Me A River...

France beat us...
City destroyed us...
And Delaney has still not been shot dead at FAI HQ...

This is how I feel after the weekend's depressing festivities...

Fuck Buddies...?

What will happen this weekend:

Manchester City fans disrespect the minute silence for the Munich Air Disaster anniversary...

The new Halfset album will be on repeat because it is THAT good. Dramanalog who? (Only Irish people will know what I am on about here - I'll try and stop alienating)...

I'll pull the finger out and finish about 4 songs I have been working on for too long now...

Eastern Promises will be watched constantly again and again because I saw it for the first time last night and it is grrreat. Aragorn for the Oscar...!

Sunday morning will consist of a coffee, the Observer & endless hours of E4 fun - i.e. Gawking at Alexa Chung...

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What wont happen this weekend:

Ireland will give a lesson in Rugby to the "Cheese eating surrender Monkeys" otherwise known as France...

I will buy a new camera, go for a long cycle and take lots of incredibly pretentious/abstract pictures which I'll show off on here come Monday...

She will actually return my love for her...

My music and I will actually agree with one another, ergo - I will feel the need to share some MP3s with you folk...

I will wake up Saturday & Sunday morning with Alexa lying next to me...


Fuck my "no sleaze" policy...
It is flawed and corrupt & I just can't help it...

Three servings of Alexa for your lead us into the weekend pleasure...







P.S. This blog might go through a name-change.
ilovealexa.blogspot.com
;)

Things are going to CHANGE...!

I hate how lazy folk can get when it comes to music...
I know very few people who take the initiative and go searching for new artists themselves...
A friend of mine said this to me yesterday:

"Signing is so passé, 20th century thinking, Majors are starting to sink,
its all about Independence now, bring on the Free State...."

That sentence struck a mighty chord with me (apologies for the musical cliché)...

There is so many artists out their who don't have a label or who are signed to a tiny DIY label run by one person from their bedroom...
This (for me) is what music is about...
Dedication on a small scale run by die-hard fans and enthusiasts...
Unfortunately though, at the minute music is full of tired legs...

With this all falling out of my brain right now because it has been going on for far too long...
I will soon start to post about bands you (hopefully) do not know...
And who you can support by going to a show...
Buying a tee-shirt...
Purchasing a hand-made 7"...
Or even just dropping them a mail on their website/myspace and telling them that you like their music...

I don't want this to come across as being biblical but we live in a time and an age where we can be and do anything we want...
So why are we constantly being negative about how music is run...?
Why don't we take the initiative and start changing things ourselves?
It doesn't cost a lot of money to get 100 7" vinyls pressed...
Why not approach an unsigned artist whom you like and offer to release a single for them?

All of the best ideas start off small...

Take your ideas and just go with them...

I am a changed man...

I hate it when blogs I enjoy reading don't post new entries regularly (like everyday)...
Although I despise blogs who post 10 times a day (their content is usually weak and plagiarised from some other blog/site)...
I combine both of the above.
I don't blog everyday, but when I do - it's usually short, perverted and full of nonsense (Alexa anyone?)...
I'm going to try and clean up my act though, as if I am ever lucky enough to meet Alexa or Shannyn, how the hell can I
justify the reasoning behind my posting pictures of them on the internet for all to see?
They wont like it one bit and the charming reassuring Irish accent (which is usually a shoe-in) wont mean shit to them.
Once the Irish accent card is gone, then all that's left is me and my personality, and we all know that's no banker...
:s

So, with all of the above in mind - I am going to try and blog in a very civilised fashion...

I really do think buying this bicycle was the best purchase ever. In the entire world. EVER.
Skateboarding is more fun, but I run the risk of getting beat up by scumbags if I go out on my deck because
I look like a sk8er-boi and NOBODY likes Avril Lavigne (especially not scumbags).
Usually about here, I would make a crude comment about Avril Lavigne
and how hot she is, but I'm not going to do that today.
At least on my bike, I pedal like a motherfucker so I'm too fast to be chased by any delinquent.
Which bodes well for me because I can be a total shit to anyone in Burberry within shouting distance and they'll never catch me. Huzzah.

I'm listening to Dev "Lightspeed Champion" Hynes a lot at the moment. He deserves our utmost respect.
This blog is after-all named after his previous bands' amazing single (everyone should be
aware by now that I am a strong believer in the Church of Test Icicles). But his debut solo record is quite something.
Nothing like TI, but is still pretty siiick. I'm looking forward to his gig in April in Crawdaddy, not only to see
this album performed live, but also because I can heckle by repeatedly requesting him to play Circle Square Triangle all night.
Yes, I'll be the loser thrown out by security half-way through the set.

My friends and I always play the "what CD in your collection are you ashamed of" game.
Usually I always win because the entire group (this can sometimes be up to 12 people) collectively agree
that I have too many CDs I should be ashamed of. I'm not embarrassed by any of them though -
although I don't think I would ever be able to bring myself to listen to them in front of real people, with my
shit hair-cut and "emo" piercings, I wouldn't last a second. Even hiding behind this blog, I can't bring myself to tell
strangers over the internet some of these CDs. And if you can't talk to strange internet people then
something is seriously wrong (either that or you just don't want people knowing that you
own 3 Limp Bizkit albums or 3 Lostprophet records). Fuck, that was a typo. I swear.
I really meant to type The Beatles or Led Zep or Jimi Hendrix or any other too-cool-for-school bullshit.


1 very quick thing before I split...

Fresh Cherries From Yakima, my boy Doug is playing his first ever live show
tonight so I want to wish him the very best of luck. You'll be awesome dude, I want to see videos on youtube tomorrow man!


Now that I'm a changed man (for tonight at least) how do I end this entry if I am not allowed to post a picture of Alexa?
Well, we mentioned it above, and for nostalgia reasons (amongst others because you definitely would)...

Avril Lavigne - Sk8er Boi

Sooper Dooooper Toooosday!!!

Too Obsessed? Never!

Eddie has to walk. We were awful on Saturday. And with Darcy out for the rest of the Six Nations, it's safe to say we are fucked. The Welsh match was brilliant though. James Hook was awesome, he didn't miss one kick and he always found touch. And the French?! The less said about that performance the better, because they are going to punish us next week.

Arctic Monkeys. Legends. I have been listening to them all weekend and you-tubing the fuck out of their videos. I have always been a massive fan but I am slowly but surely turning into an obsessive one. Alex Turner is not content with being in the biggest band on the planet, the selfish little fuck only goes and bags himself the best piece of ass on the planet too! Alexa Chung is scarily attractive. Expect to read a lot more about her from here on out because she deserves at least one post a day on this blog for being hot-as-fuck.

Speaking of Alexa, I sat through an hour of complete and utter E4 bullshit on Sunday morning. It was a special on the outrageously rubbish Nick Cage movie National Treasure: Book of Secrets. The only reason I sat through it was to see the little 2 minute segments of Alexa every-so-often on the screen. Yes, it has become that obsessive. Although while watching it, I also realised I have a slight crush on someone who I probably shouldn't. Take a bow Helen Mirren.

How was Andy Johnson's goal disallowed? I don't understand the off-side rule anymore. The linesman got that horribly wrong. And everyone (apart from the scummy Liverpool fans) want to see Everton do well and take 4th place, so they need these points. Staying on the subject of football, the Observer's centre spread piece on Ronaldo was great. His frantics off the pitch are as colourful as his performances on it. Hookers every night. Them selling their stories to the press saying he was an arrogant cock. It kinda makes you wonder if it's like the scenes in American Psycho (the movie) when Bateman is looking at his own body when he is fucking the escorts. Or when one of them moves on the bed when they are sleeping and he tells her not to touch his watch. These stories are strikingly similar to one other Trafford Legend, Sir George Best.

The Observer Sport Monthly gave Brian Ashton manager of the month. Bet they wish they hadn't already gone to print when the English game finished on Saturday evening. The OSM introduced me to Torah Bright also. She is this hot 21 year old Australian snowboarder who has ignited my interest in snowboarding. ;) So yeah, I was quite impressed with the Observer on Sunday, especially the feature with everyone's favourite bad motherfucker Jack Nicholson.



Happy Birthday Zoe...
xx


P.S. Go Giants!!!!

Get out of here January...

Just rounding up some nonsense stories to kill of this week...

So Owen Pallett (Final Fantasy) will be making an appearance on the Alex Turner*** (Arctic Monkeys) / Miles Kane (The Rascals) / James Ford (Simian Mobile Disco) new musical project later in the year...

Defoe has joined back up with Harry Redknapp at Pompey (Good move for Defoe). Benjani move has gone stale and sounds a little dodgy...

Stories coming out of Jérôme Kerviel's question by the filth is proving veeeeeery interesting. Société Générale have twice declined their Executive Chairman Daniel Bouton's resignation. This story gets better and better...

Roman Totale has introduced me to this 12". It is incredible...

The amount of shit-hottt gigs in May will floor you. Some of them haven't been announced yet - but believe me, they will floor you...

Why did Dev Hynes turn his back on the beautiful music he made with Test Iclces and start writing folk instead? The lad is a ledge though, especially since he covered a bunch of Indie songs from 2001-2004 alongside Alex Turner in London the other week. I quite like Dev's guitar playing on cover of the quite spectacular anthem from the Von Bondies - C'mon C'mon! Look in here and select some fun videos...

The Orphanage is a Spanish Horror/Ghost story which looks freakin' awesome. Check out the official website and then go see it during the Jameson film festival...

Laterssssss...

***His missus is fucking ridiculously hot.
Here is a picture of Alexa for you to enjoy over the weekend...



I'll stop perving form here on out.