These are the glory days...

Galway, IrelandPearse StadiumJune 27, 2004

Rainy Day Women #12 & 35
If You See Her, Say Hello
Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum
If Not For You
Drifter's Escape
The Man In Me
Down Along The Cove
Mr. Tambourine Man
God Knows
Tangled Up In Blue
Not Dark Yet
Honest With Me
Forever Young
Summer Days
Don't Think Twice, It's All Right
Like A Rolling Stone
All Along The Watchtower
Highway 61 Revisited

So, I have rich text again. I believe it is something to do with the college library. Which is where I am right now, avoiding the newsroom because it makes me feel guilty. No, not because I peed in the corner once, but because there are people there doing work and, well, surely you can understand why that's an unpleasant thing to be around?!

I decided I'd stick up the set-list from the Time I Saw Bob Dylan just to make me look cool. I don't think it worked. Probably has the opposite effect, but who cares? I certainly don't. And I'm pretty sure Bob isn't losing any sleep over it either...

I have been to the cinema twice in the last week. Each of these excursions was successful in that the films I saw were very good, although with differing levels of enjoyability. Allow me to elaborate:

On Saturday I saw A Very Long Engagement, which is essentially Amélie 2, only grim and nothing like Amélie. Well, it's the same director (Jean-Pierre Jeunet) and star (Audrey Tautou). I would lie and say I got by without reading the subtitles, but that's not true at all. I am a slave to the printed word.

The film surprised me, not because it was in French - oh, no!- but because it was littered with really horrible bits of World War One violence. I should have known, since it's set during WW1 and all, I was tooken aback by just how graphic it was in parts. Sarah, needless to say, was reduced to covering her eyes and murmering, oh, nooo... every time something unpleasant happened to someone.

The other film I saw made the first look like one of Disney's more saccharine offerings. Creep is about this killer on the London underground and it is just horrible. There are parts which are just too much, even for me, and I love my gore. But this crossed several of the boundaries of taste and I don't want to think about it anymore. But I can't help it. I saw my jacket out of the corner of my eye earlier - lounging where I had filed it on the chair - and I had to look twice 'cos I thought it was the Creep! Not good, but excellent at the same time. If you know what I mean.

Enough.

My achievements over the last few days stretch (or contract) to having adapted Ballad of a Thin Man, by His Bobness, to heavy metal acoustic guitar. I'm quite pleased with myself, it wasn't easy. If anyone wants to hear it then they can organise my first gig which I want to be sold out and in Croke Park. If U2 can do it and be a bunch of talentless useless arrogant fuckers, I don't see why I shouldn't be allowed to as well. Talk to Justin Greene at money-loving fucks r' us, *coff* Sorry, MCD.

No, seriously. Do.