Confessions Of A Xeroxed Teen

You may or may not have read my odd little posts on the new Burberry campaign. You probably didn't. But my general reaction to this campaign was that I thought it was bizarre. I wasn't horrified. Turns out some other music-types were asked to be included in past and present Burberry campaigns, including The Holloways and The Rakes, and they told them to shove it (but in a politer way - you can read Alan Donohoe's rejection letter here ), because of their continual use of real fur. To be honest I wasn't even aware of Burberry's position on fur and the processes they go through to get it. I'm not going to go all political or curse shame on the people who were involved in the campaign, it's possible they didn't know since they weren't asked to drape themselves in rabbit, but I just think that's disgusting.
So Hannah Fur is anti-fur. Oh the curse of a name!

Forget Rob Zombie's Halloween or Saw IV, the scariest thing I will be watching this halloween is this short film on youtube. This kind of thing scares the hell out of me. Get ready to memorise the process to re-tell it with a torch stuck under your face.

I am in a bad mood. Again. Due to the music world revolving around London. I don't know why this annoys me so much. I'm just selfish and want everything to revolve around where I am and where I live.
I would move and live alone but that is illegal, which is not good. If Pete Doherty has taught me anything (which of course, he hasn't) it's that you do not get arrested. But I'm going off the point here.
Anyway, if you're reading this you may be wondering why this has set me off. I have been living in liverpool all my life and only now has it sparked a fuse. It sparks fuses all the time because there is nothing to do here, but when you find out that Ed Larrikin is playing his first solo show ever with Patrick Wolf debuting some of his poetry IN LONDON it does piss me off. I would like nothing more than to listen to Patrick Wolf recite poetry and Ed Larrikin play the violin. That's like heaven!
Grrrr.
But now I've gotten over it. Blogging heals, and that is the truth.

On hour four of working on my fine art coursework, but currently taking a break while the paint dries. And there is a lot of it. It's mostly red, I felt like a anti-fur demonstrator. I've discovered "The Dreaming" album by Kate Bush is the best to paint to.
I heard a news story on the radio today that was about a three year old who had to get the fire brigade to remove a traffic cone he'd got stuck on his head. He was being Harry Potter. I seriously think that if you're being Harry Potter that is the best route to go down. I felt tight laughing at the expense of a three year old stuck in a cone but I soon got over it.
My mum likes CSS. She has been "converted", and I'm not sure if this is a good thing. I'm going to see them in December so she wanted to hear their album. All day I've had to listen to her rendition of "let's make love and listen to death from above". I think I'd rather have had my head stuck in a traffic cone.

This blog is ridiculous. I mean really.

I am currently in a queue. I have never been so warm and comfy in a queue before. It's an online queue, which is not like normal queues where you can watch the other people getting more and more impatient having to wait to get in/buy whatever it is they want. I am queuing to download Radiohead's new album "In Rainbows". It has been online for five days now but for some reason I didn't get it straight away. Let's pretend I didn't want to get stuck in the rush, that huge queue without any people to look at.
I feel bad though. I don't have any credit cards or the like - noting my age at this point would be a worthy activity - so when I came to the check out and it says "how much - you decide" I put all zeros. Like this 0000000000000.
I would happily pay a great amount for new Radiohead tracks - they would easily be worth it after all - but what can you do..? I'll make it up to them by buying this boxset that's supposed to be coming out at the end of the year.

I hate the "My Music" folder on my computer. Not that I hate the contents - I have already established my music tastes are fantastic - but whenever I look at it I groan. It's impossible to find anything; there's random files dotted in all sorts of unneccesary folders and mp3s titled 85707569037090789778657536462 so how on earth I'm supposed to remember what all these songs are I don't know. So I thought I'd be really good and put everything into artist folders. About four seconds after starting this task my computer crashed with all the moving about of stuff. Windows just don't like anything to be easy to find. They like that little dog to find it instead.

People at my school really need to grow up. The lad I sit next to in RE refused to learn about Christianity the other day because "God has AIDS". I'm all for standing up for religious beliefs but I doubt this was part of his faith. The same lad today also refused to read a poem out loud because "poems have AIDS." The worst part is he's fifteen, and in top set for both of these classes. How the hell he managed that is beyond me.

I arrived later than I would have liked to see Blood Red Shoes due to the flippin' train lines been worked on, so I had to get a bus for most of the journey to see the gruesome twosome. When I arrived I saw Laura-Mary Carter in the corridor trying to get backstage, but only gave her a star-struck smile through being too shy to say anything. The regrets! When I got inside a band which I can only assume was Lovvers were already well into their set, and sounding pretty fantastic at that. I'd been on their myspace when I found out they were one of two support acts tonight and I wasn't too impressed - maybe they just sound better live.
It was during this time I noticed the other half of Blood Red Shoes, Steven Ansell, was at the back of the venue. Unwilling to have seen both members of the band and not spoken to either I said hi to Steven, shook his hand and thanked him for making such great music, before tearing down one of their posters. Out of love, obviously.
The next band that were on were godawful, I have to say. Assuming they were Ghost Of A Thousand, these guys were laughably bad. In my opinion. I could see Steven Ansell moshing to their set before someone hit him in the head with a bottle.
Then it was the headliners, Blood Red Shoes. I've been looking forward to this gig for ages and when they came on they did not disappoint. Opening with "It's Getting Boring By The Sea", they ripped through an almighty set of new songs, crowd favourites, new single "I Wish I Was Someone Better" and my favourite b-side "Try Harder".
The album is "pencilled in" for release on January 28th. I think may explode before then.

My MP3 player died today. It's a very sad time and I came close to tears flicking through the argos catalogue looking for a replacement. Or should that be The Replacement; all capitals to make it sound more serious. Because this really is a serious matter. Ok, it's not, but it provokes a serious question - what the hell am I going to do on the bus tomorrow morning?
I usually just block everyone else out and listen to the sweet sweet music that pours out of my headphones, but tomorrow I don't have anything to fuel the pouring out of sweet sweet music. I may have to resort to CDs. Oh no.
Not that I have anything wrong with CDs - they seem a hell of a lot more realible than my MP3 player has been (I've only had it two years) - but the whole thing's just so bluky and senstitive it will probably break being in my bag all day.
So this means I will have to fork out about 200 quid for a new one. Tomorrow. Because that's as soon as I can get into a shop.
I'll probably have to read, and be forever known as "the girl who reads on the bus".

"Do I sound fat?"

I feel like crap. I'm in one of those "what's the point" moods and I've got nothing to do but lie on my bed making dying noises and listening to Bjork. Because that's what I do when I'm as bored as I am right now. I think the fact that I have three pieces of coursework due in for next week being forever added to the bloody great pile of boring tasks to be getting on with doesn't help matters. I have stuff to do but don't want to do them, and when it's like that I don't feel like I should be doing anything but lie on my bed making dying noises and listening to Bjork.

Turns out "Be oNline b" is an anagram of "Neon Bible" and if you go on the forementioned site there is a video of Will singing title track of their latest album, while his hands move around. There is also a magic trick. This could well mean that it's been released as a single with this video or it could well mean nothing of the sort. I'm so confused.
So much for NME's theory! Although mine was just as far off...

NME (you know, the worst most bottom of the barrel music magazine ever? I'm sure you've heard of them - they have this awful award ceremony every year that's always presented by someone as unfunny as Lauren Laverne) reckon that the scary message Arcade Fire have been leaving on their site (as I mentioned yesterday) are something to do with an LCD Soundsystem collaboration. Which it clearly isn't. They want to eat my brains!
Ok, pathetic freak-outs aside, Arcade Fire are a fantastic band, I know this - I buy their records and I namedrop them as one of my favourite bands most of the time. And this rumour about collaboration is definetely not as scary as the things I was imagining yesterday. But come on, eyes?! (What are they going to do, claw them out?) Cryptic clues and all that junk - no wonder I had scary images in my head.

Arcade Fire are scary. Have you been on their Neon Bible site recently? (Course you haven't, I don't have readers.) There's a big closed eye on it, and if you hovver over it it tells you to be online on October 6th, which is this Saturday. When you click on the eye it sends you here http://www.beonlineb.com/ , which is a site full of pictures of closed eyes and the words "October 6th" repeated eleven times. Those guys are scary. Why can't they just send it in an email or in their news section say "hey we've got a suprise for you this Saturday if you come onto our site" or something a little more friendly and less threatening than what they've already got on there. Arcade Fire have always scared the hell out of me though - I love their music, I think they're geniuses and everything but they're pretty creepy. I don't think I'd want to see them live through sheer fear. Ooh that rhymes.

I feel like I must apoligise for my post yesterday regarding Burberry's new promotional campaign involving some pretty people from the music world. After sleeping on it (not the campaign, just the blog that I created yesterday), I have realised it was unnecessarily harsh and that the forementioned people are indeed better than I am. And most probably richer after starring in that campaign. Not that anyone cares, but good for you various members of The View, The Paddingtons, Patrick Wolf and Ed Larrikin. I think it could be classed as "selling out" but hey, you got to spend time with some models, wear some pretty clothes, get told you look "striking", stand around glaring and you got paid for it.

I'm not sure what to think anymore...!

Hmmm. I really don't know how to react to this, apart from almost falling off my chair laughing when I found these photos yesterday for the latest Burberry promotion campaign. First of all, I have never thought either Patrick Wolf nor Ed Larrikin to be fashionable, or even into this kind of thing. Sure, they dress quite fantastically and with a hell of a lot of extravagance, but don't fashionistas usually scream and run from that kind of thing?
It gets better too - various members of The View and The Paddingtons have been lured into this campaign (I have yet to see these pictures). That was the final straw, I cried laughing when I heard that part. How the hell are these bands in anyway fitting to the Burberry look? I never knew wearing the same jeans for four days could be so chic. Maybe scruffy is "in" this autumn. Or "fall" as the quote reads.
Apparently these artists were asked to be part of this campaign because of their "striking appearence" and something kind about their music. I never had Johnny Epstein down as "striking".
Money, money, money...

Well, I have been officially fifteen since sunday night, but somehow today was the "official" birthday because 11 year olds have started to regard me as old. And I also gave people cake, which they ate and one of the people I gave cake to is actually allergic to food colouring, so he'll probably die or something.
Being fifteen is no different from being fourteen, except I can say "I'm fifteen" and not be lying. I also have to right to sue cinemas venues shops etc for refusing to sell me tickets/dvds/videos because they think I'm not old enough. Well screw you, choices!