Last night I did two monumental things. I took my girlfriend to the airport to fly to Australia, probably forever. I then sped across London, Cannonball Run style and saw The Pixies.

Let’s not go into the first thing but The Pixies were grand. Any fears that the goofing around they do when they come on would mean any fire in songs like Tame would be gone was quickly disspelled. Towards the end in Vamos after Joey had done the big guitar solo by just putting his guitar in its stand and having a fag, Charles/Frank/Black let out a scream that seemed to last a minute or more and was so gutteral that even Kim Deal seemed to break concentration. 3 encores, Wave Of Mutiliation played twice and me nearly crying in Hey and Gigantic. Wow.

No support (Graham Coxon? what happened?) save for Dave Loverings magic show – “I did this show opening for Frank Black & The Catholics on tour last year…much smaller halls”

Sadly I ran over a bunny on the A52 on the way home. A slight dampener.

May I also take a second to advertise the Norwich Pop Underground Convention taking place, shockingly, in Norwich over the weekend of the 19 June. Playing are Twinkie, Quickspace and Wolves! (of Greece). In NORWICH. Like, NORWICH. Where am I from, kind of. So if you’re an eastern type you have no excuse!

Oh and check out PLC LTD – they’re market leaders

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I feel a desire to balance the opinions voiced below somewhat. I went to the gig with Dave and I thought Noxagt were fucking rubbish. Well maybe not rubbish but the bass just disintegrated at volume and they just seemed to humourlessly bash away for far too long and while being loud had no arse end to them at all.

Chinese Stars were mighty like some sick perverted disco band. Like watching a stranger pelvic thrust and he’s grinning at you and you’re waiting for the bus and hoping he comes nowhere near you but you can see he’s got a semi-on.

Spin Spin The Dogs seemed to get a dose of the Bunkers Hill sea legs that immediately quashes any bands ability to connect with the audience but despite that they had some great songs that would have shined through no matter what.

And the Shellac comparison for Kill Yourself is getting lazy these days. Sure they still sound like Shellac but now they’re getting songs together that are as good as the real thing if not better. They played 2 songs in the set that were amazing. One had a cool 70s rock twangy riff that was completely out of place (unlike the other bands where everything was very much in place) and the other was an exercise in restraint and tension that was more Jesus Lizard than Shellac which is kind of splitting hairs but you know. I think the realisation that Shellac would be better with Andy Abbott on bass is what has swung me round to liking KY more.

I got to fulfil another years-old wish on Wednesday. I played a gig with a band with Ian Svenonius in it. Every house I’ve lived in has had the Nation Of Ulysses 13-Point Program To Destroy America poster in the front room. I’m still Ulysses through and through. There was a point in time if you met another person who liked NOU you had found a friend for sure. It’s how I know Marceline come to think of it.

Anyhow we supported Weird War in Lords. I’d seen WW the week before in Nottingham and although the touch paper was visible and always in reach they never quite lit it. The sound was weedy and it did them no justice. Whereas Make Up could survive on a bare sound, Weird War needs maximum fatness and a thick juicy sound to make the most of their tunes. Weird War is infinitely better than the Make Up in my book. I’ve caught myself checking out wah-wah pedals in music shops recently. Weird War is my proof that I might be on the right track.

In Leeds they smoked. Getting Alex Minoff together with Svenonius and Michelle Mae is the shit. Minoff is such a white-hot guitarist this band can’t fail. His playing in Golden is like waking up in the morning to find you’ve grown a 15 inch bright blue cock overnight and it’s looking back at you and singing I Feel Good by James Brown. The man rules. He tears shit up in Weird War. Put that with Svenonius preaching like only he can and Michelle Mae actually breaking a grin at times and you’re on it.

If you can’t beat ’em bite ’em

Oh so I have to talk about what I’ve been up to like a “log”! Sorry…

So today I got up, had a bowl of cereal, looked at Teletext. Then I got in my car, drove to work. I logged into my computer and sat sorting out peoples electric accounts until around 9.30 when I had a break to have a cup of tea. Then at about 11 I went for a massive poo and took my phone in the toilet and failed to break my personal best of 55 on the game Bananas.

I took lunch at 1 (ham and mustard sandwiches). I had around 4 tea/coffee breaks in the afternoon and left at 4 in my car to go home. I had a slight argument with my girlfriend at about 4.45. I then practised with my friend Gareth for a couple of hours ending in me farting into a microphone and looping it through my amp.

I have just had another cup of tea and drawn a picture of a nob in photoshop.

Later on I will have a shower, I might have a wank beforehand so I’m clean when I go to bed which should be around midnight depending if I watch the last hour of The Burbs that I taped last night.

chris

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I have been thinking about getting a Playstation but they cost so much and I don’t have the time to use them. Talking of which my finances are a nightmare because of my car. I love my car but TWENTY THREE MILES A GALLON. Jesus. And it’s hardly a fanny magnet.

Oh so I have to talk about what I’ve been up to like a “log”! Sorry…

So today I got up, had a bowl of cereal, looked at Teletext. Then I got in my car, drove to work. I logged into my computer and sat sorting out peoples electric accounts until around 9.30 when I had a break to have a cup of tea. Then at about 11 I went for a massive poo and took my phone in the toilet and failed to break my personal best of 55 on the game Bananas.

I took lunch at 1 (ham and mustard sandwiches). I had around 4 tea/coffee breaks in the afternoon and left at 4 in my car to go home. I had a slight argument with my girlfriend at about 4.45. I then practised with my friend Gareth for a couple of hours ending in me farting into a microphone and looping it through my amp.

I have just had another cup of tea and drawn a picture of a nob in photoshop.

Later on I will have a shower, I might have a wank beforehand so I’m clean when I go to bed which should be around midnight depending if I watch the last hour of The Burbs that I taped last night.

chris

x

I need to alert all you film-makers and friends of film-makers out there. Or dance groups, or anything silent and performance based really. Me and my friend Gareth are involved in doing a music project called EOM. We played one gig doing it but we really started it to soundtrack films or events or installations maybe. Basically we want to collaborate with other non musical types to create something musical and visual as an end result.

Here’s the official word:

“EOM (Economy of Motion) is a two-piece guitar duo based in the East Midlands of England comprising of Gareth Hardwick and Chris Summerlin. We create semi-improvised ambient music that is both sinister and calming.

EOM would like to work with filmmakers/visual artists to create a soundtrack to their work and if possible, perform the music live at a screening or exhibition. EOM are also looking for offers to play at any interesting spaces or installations.

More information, together with mp3 samples of music can be found at http://members.aol.com/hardwickgj or contact us at hunniisfunni@aol.com”

But if you want to work with us let me know on the email above. I guess some reference points for what we do would be the Twin Peaks Angelo Badalamenti stuff, maybe Charalambides if you were lucky enough to catch them at atp, Sonic Youth, Stars Of The Flid. You know what I mean.

Most drunken person there eh? WALK A MILE IN MY FUCKING SHOES! I MISSED SHELLAC.

anyway.

Highlights:

LUNGFISH

PART CHIMP

JAMES ORR COMPLEX

Last night I drank enough to kill a horse.New Papa M compilation is smoking.

I’m in a band called The Fabulous Foxes.

All my mates are in Texas and I’m not.

On Wednesday I’m playing at Rock City the City of Rock.

My Fender Jaguar has an extra arsehole.

Valeria has hot shoes.

Last week I met Siobhan Fahey of Shakespeares Sister STROKE Bananarama fame.

The Band are THE Band.