Sometimes the terrible state of Danish saturday night television can be a blessing. All though it can seem a bit dull studying and reading on a saturday night, it also gave me an opportunity to, once again, realize how good a band Black Rebel Motorcycle Club are. Yes, you need to elegantly skip that third album, which Jesus apparently f*cked up, but the other two records are just so good. Songs like In like the Rose, Suddenly, As sure as the Sun, Rifles and Head up High just gives me goosebumps. Also, they really make me want to be in a band, so Morten, get those drums dusted - we need to rock, and there's nothing Nick Jago can do, that you can't.
Tomorrow's Arsenal against United at Ol' Trafford, and we're most likely gonna get our collective arses kicked. I'm going to the pub to see it anyway, and since there's a special offer on Caffreys, I'll probably be allright.
