fine art...
On Danish National Radio you can win a phone conversation with James Dean Bradfield... that's not a real cool prize is it? I've met the guy, and he's brilliant, but talking on the phone with him, that would just be stupid. And you just know the winner's gonna be a 16 year old girl who knows f*ck all about Richy, Holy Bible or sprayshirts!
Yesterdays Jesse Malin concert was good fun. He played for almost 2 hours and did a lot of covers and told a lot of cock-n-bull stories about him going hunting for prostitutes at age 11 and moving for Barbara Streisand!
I've been a bit busted today, and I've just stayed in tonight following the Danish National Teams match against Albania on the radio. From the sound of it I did miss out on a lot by not having the visual aspect of the match, and then I got to hear "First of the Gang to Die" instead of some commentator talking in circles!
And my "band" has finally got hold of a drumkit.... goddamn excellent weapon!
