Lostprophets have lined up Kids In Glass Houses to support their upcoming tour.

I’m beginning this blog for the sole purpose of venting, and perhaps helping myself find myself along the way. I’ve found that many things have gone wrong in my life lately, and looking back, I’m sure I’ll think, “Oh, I thought that was bad?” but right now it seems awful enough. I’m struggling but I still have my head above the constantly rising water, so I consider myself lucky for not giving in and drowning. I would not appreciate the air sucked from my lungs any day.

And so it began… well really, I think it began when there was a strain of deaths in my family. Grandpa from my dad’s side dies, and then six months later… My step-grandfather dies. He was my only real grandfather as far as I am concerned. I’m still affected deeply by his passing, and I can’t listen to Sway by the LostProphets without thinking, “Oh, that’s when I broke down. That’s when it first occurred to me that people do die, and that one day everyone close to me will die… whether I’m there to catch them in their last days or not.”
So a few weeks later, I’ve graduated and everything… And my other Grandpa dies (Mom’s side). In the midst of everything hectic happening to me, I find the journal this grandfather left behind from rehab and am once again deeply affected.
Life goes on and I’m pressured to move in with my dad and attend UTA, which sucks. Let it be known that Wendy does not need to go to a school that is as far from liberal as Pluto was from the Sun (or now is from being a planet, for that matter)…
So from there, I sink further into misery, but I’m trying so hard to keep swimming. Let me make mention right now of how little Dad and I have in common. We look alike, but I’m knee-deep in art culture and he’s in finances. I think money is meant to be spent on those you love and it’s no big deal if I’m low on it as long as I can pay for what I need to, and he’s about as frugal as Scrooge himself. I’m flexible, he’s stubborn. The list goes on and on and on… It’s sad. Living with this man made me realize why he and Mom broke up. It feels so strange to type that… Almost as if I’m some other person, or like I had never admitted to that knowledge before, but either way it happened, and I don’t think anyone should regret it.
To continue my sob story–that I keep jumping around on, I apologize to anyone who might have sat through it to this point–I started talking to Steve online at the point I became so depressed that I would go home from school and just fall asleep, because that’s what life was, and we became involved with one another shortly after we started talking. He amused me and that was all that mattered. I had found comfort in my realm of discomfort, and that was a first at Dad’s. So I get a job at Tony’s Italian Grill where I had been going to eat since I was 10. Seemed like a good idea at the time. Things were going well for awhile.
Then Joey comes along. In an incident we referred simply to as “fish,” I’m sitting around work one Sunday with my higher-ups and we’re about to have the most amazing fish tacos ever. Then Sal’s friends/roommates Dustin and Joey come along and are invited to eat with us. Joey has the most amazing blue-green eyes ever. We smile at each other, and it goes little farther than talk.
Fast-forward a month or so. Things are going well at school, despite my very stupid Gateway organization class. I’m beginning to learn that there isn’t much to college. Work is going well–people are impressed with the speed and effort I’m willing to expend for my first job. And this one night Joey comes along and I’m flirting openly with him. I’ll admit to that, not that I’m comfortable enough with the fact to admit it out loud. We talk about art and our families and everything under the sun. We just clicked. I can’t remember if it was that night, but we went to see Hitman (AKA Shitman), and it was awful. “GET IN THE TRUNK!!” “Oh..okay..” Man, it was ATROCIOUS! This couldn’t cover the fact that I knew I was walking the line.
I knew I cared about Steve, but I liked a guy right in front of me.. not in Chicago. This could be any girl’s downfall. But this was MY downfall, and I can’t believe I let it happen.
It got worse, to the point of us hanging out and me sleeping in his car. I felt guilty for not being at my Dad’s so much. Things began to spin out of control. The only solid state in life was school and sometimes work. I missed my family. I knew I was in the wrong.
I went to Chicago to visit Steve on New Year’s. It was nice… we slept on the floor, we slept in the tub, we saw Sweeney Todd. It was excellent, when I look back. And I love the North. I saw snow. I had a great time.
I get back, I fall back into habits.
I begin to fail math.
I draw away from Dad.
Things happen.
More things happen.
Here’s where things get very muddled. I remember going to work and feeling sick. I remember anger. Resentment. I began to live at Joey’s place (we referred to it as “The Shack” and it was awful. No electricity except what we stole, and a foundation that made me feel seasick despite the fact that we were nowhere near water). He was guiltstricken over me. He was guiltstricken over liking me. He was guiltstricken over his life, which he continually fucked up. And I continued to try to help, like a fool.
One day I find out I’m pregnant. What can I do? What will I do? I’m numb. I had suspected this. I somehow knew this would happen.
One evening I’m angry. I realize what I’ve done. I’m down on my knees, crying, arms raised skyward, face illuminated (I can only imagine) by the murky light of the Shack. “WHY ME?! WHY THE HELL DOES IT HAVE TO BE ME? WHY DID I KNOW…?!” and so on and so forth. Slight comfort.
I’m at work, feeling sick. Working at a restaurant–yeah, great idea. But I find soon that the “morning-sickness” feeling that I’m getting seems to be caused by needing food. I’m wondering how I created such a monster inside myself. I eat when I feel sick.
I’m on the floor at work, trying not to go hide under a table. I feel beyond sick, I want to die. It’s a week before my birthday.
Two days before my birthday I’m sitting in a waiting room feeling antsy. I’m jittering. I’m scared. Very, very scared. I nearly yelled at the woman protesting the very deed I’m about to go through with when we came in. She said “Mom, Dad…” and handed me and Joey pamphlets. I glared at the woman, looked up at Joey–my only tie to the world at that moment, because he’s the only thing familiar to me just then–and he steers me away from the woman. I wanted to tear up the pamphlets. I wanted to slap her and yell, “Have you ever even stopped to consider that it’s worse to bring a child into a cruel world unprepared?! Have you ever stopped even once to consider somewhere within that tiny, peaheaded brain of yours that this is a responsible and very hard decision that many girls make?! Have you ever put yourself in our position? Maybe some of us can’t afford to have a child! Maybe some of us want to raise our own children–not give them away, because we are incapable of such an act–in compassion; in our own arms we want to hold them! And maybe, just maybe, we simply cannot do anything but prepare for the worst right now. So hold your tongue, woman, and learn some respect, insight, and compassion before you go protesting against things you simply do not and can not understand!”
Of course, I couldn’t. But to this day I want to.
This thought kept me giggling in the waiting room. I paid, got the sonogram, almost asked to keep the sonogram, then played the paperwork-while-waiting game.
It was a dark room with a television, probably meant to make us comfortable. But it was obvious that all the other girls were as uncomfortable with the situation as I. We didn’t know what to expect. We trusted no one but ourselves–many of us probably not EVEN ourselves–and were as silent as possible as we waited in the gloom. My iPod and my cell phone were my saviors. I texted Joey that I was hungry and regretted not eating. I was nervous that the stupid man had signed me up for the highest does of anesthetics. I was angry. I was scared. I couldn’t cry. I was strong. Stronger than I have ever been in my entire life.
I’m led to a room to speak with a woman about a few things and have an overview of the operation. She weighs me, and she seems slightly shocked that in a couple of days I will be 19. I’m shocked at the weight of my own age. How did I get here? I shake it off.
I’m taking my clothes on and replacing them with a robe.
I don’t like this nurse.
I’m being told to sit on the table. I follow orders. I’m told to put my feed on the straddles. I follow orders. And now the nurse hands me a ball to squeeze. I’m crying now and shaking my head. I’ve met my worst fears all at once in that moment: doctors, pregnancy, hospital facilities or doctor’s offices, operations, and worst of all… needles. She’s grabbing my wrist and yelling at me to squeeze and I’m crying so hard. I don’t want it, don’t give me it, I’m afraid, please don’t… She wants me to shut up. I’m stupid. I’m just another empty soul, another empty body. And so she anesthetizes me, and I remember little. Maybe it’s better that I remember little, but sometimes it feels like it’s coming back to me.
After that I’m told to put my clothes back on. I can’t think. Everything is a blur, and I’m putting my clothes back on. I sit in a wheelchair, waiting. I can’t remember what I’m waiting for, but I’m handed some crackers and told to eat them sparingly. Don’t worry if you throw up, ok? Don’t worry, it’s normal. Eat these.
I eat them all.
I regret that later, after Joey has hit my head on the truck doorframe trying to get me in and I have coldly remarked that “you suck at this putting people in cars thing.” He’s silent as we drive, and once I feel like puking. He has handed me a fruit plate from 7/11. It’s called “Fruit Frenzy.” I eat all of the pineapples out of it and ignore everything else… and I haven’t been thinking. Because pineapples have enzymes. A lot of enzymes.
We’re at the shack laying down, I’m useless, and suddenly I’m up running to the sink. False alarm! Half an hour later, I wake up from another half hour of laying in stupor and I’m running to the sink. I make it just in time and I feel absolutely nothing. I start to wonder if I’m hollow.

I’d like to take this time to remark that I can’t go to 7/11 and see the Fruit Frenzy plate without thinking, “Fruit Frenzy?  More like a Fruit Frenzy… In my stomach…” And resist lurching.  Hah.

There was something about heating soup by candle because we had no access to the stove. I watched movies all day and Joey left me. I go to Jason’s Deli that evening cursing the man because he should have been there to get it for me, not that it’s really his problem. The anesthetic has mostly worn off, of course, though I’m not sure it’s been eight hours or whatever the recommended time is to be able to drive. I feel gross, but I make it and I get soup. I continue cursing Joey, because if I died in a car crash I would be blaming him for not taking care of me.
To this day I have fears that I will die with no one taking care of me.
I can’t remember if he came home at all, but I don’t think he did. If he did it doesn’t matter… he had already neglected me in that Shack through two terrifying hail storms with winds that knocked out the power and made me think that I was going to die when the Shack just collapsed. That’s what it felt like.
Asshole.
Perhaps I’m selfish. I know that it was wrong, what I was doing, anyway.

A couple of weeks later I feel better, and I go to Chicago all dressed up, hoping never to have to tell Steve the secret that he shares with me. He doesn’t know.
We have fun, though things felt disgusting. I was on the pill because I had been told to take it after the abortion. I was taking a bath one day and I screamed when I realized that the tub was quickly feeling with blood. I had forgotten I was on the pill, and I was flipping out. Steve ran in and I screamed at him because I’m scared as all get-out and he ran out. I was crying quite hard by that point. Again I felt like no one was taking care of me–not that he could have known that I wanted someone to comfort me, not to run out like he was afraid. He later told me he thought I was more comfortable with him out. I tried not to blame him. He couldn’t have known.
I missed my flight, so I was there a week longer than I would have been. At least school was over!
A few weeks after returning (or rather, about a week and a half) I began to prepare to move back with my solid family. I felt like it would be better for me. I stayed at my friend Bryce’s house for a week, which was awesome, and then I moved out of Dad’s house after staying there for one more night. I never thought living with him would be a good idea, but I had no idea that it would be that awful. And you guys don’t even know the half of it right now, because I’m not ever going to go back and revise this to add in all the other superawesomefantastic details that filled in the blank spots of that year. I don’t know that I have the patience.
Moving back with my parents (my Mom and my Stepdad) was one of the best things that I did. My family had missed me. I was getting home-cooked meals and hardly had to pay for food. Dad had said he’d pay for all of my expenses, but once I had gotten that job to fight off the boredom, I was paying for everything. Good job keeping up with your promises. At least he paid for that year of school.
I got a job at the bookstore in the mall, which was fun at first, and I got to hang out with my friends that I had never had the opportunity to hang out with before.

I’ll leave off there… And I’ll continue soon. At least the next part is awesome. It’ll do me some good to write about what happened next in my life–I need it badly.

For what is a first for Music On The Mind, we have a guest review from Calum Fuller! It’s top-notch stuff.

It’s been a full four years since Lostprophets last released an album. You would be forgiven for thinking that they will have fallen off the country’s musical radar as a result of such an unseemly gap in their output. They haven’t, though. They’ve stuck around, and with the repeatedly delayed album The Betrayed seemingly imminent, I was intrigued to see how the 5-piece had evolved in that time. By happy accident, it turned out to be their last gig of the decade, something which provided singer Ian Watkins and guitarist Lee Gaze plenty of comic relief.

The band’s rise to fame was somewhat meteoric after the release of their debut album Fakesoundofprogress saw them catapulted from Pontypridd to every TV studio, radio station and magazine cover in the UK. That rapid rise brought with it the branding ‘emo’ and accusations of selling out, something they’ve never quite managed to shake off.

I arrived at Lincoln’s Engine Shed to find a queue snaking from its entrance on the city’s university campus into the rain-soaked street. Already an atmosphere was building, the anticipation was almost tangible. For all their teen angst and somewhat irritatingly preened hair, the Welsh rockers have a healthy reputation as live performers, and I was far from disappointed by the riff-heavy, anthemic show that we’ve grown accustomed to over the years.

Opening the show were London-based Young Guns, who were well-received by the capacity crowd. Their angular, distorted riffery and high-pitched vocals casted more than cursive nods towards Funeral For A Friend, Saosin and other luminaries.

With the crowd suitably warmed up, following the world’s poorest attempt at a Wall of Death ever – separating the crowd by a mere foot – Lostprophets took to the stage and immediately set about whipping the crowd up into a frenzy with a mix of crowd pleasers and new material. The ensuing chaos caused by Make A Move and A Town Called Hypocrisy ensured that my ankles and face received a hefty twatting from the flailing limbs of the crazed fans around me.

Before I saw them in Birmingham, it’s safe to say I was somewhat underwhelmed by Lostprophets’ output, and to this day, they would struggle to make it onto my Desert Island Discs selections. That’s not the point, though. The fact is, whether you like it or not, Ian Watkins and his pals can work a crowd. The maelstrom of pumping fists induced by Last Train Home, Rooftops and Everyday Combat was impressive, but the reaction to Shinobi vs Dragon Ninja was nothing short of savage. Watkins borrowed Slipknot’s everybody-hit-the-floor tactic, before demanding that everyone launch themselves into the air when the song kicked in. The effect was truly insane, with every single person in the venue moshing blindly into one another, all grinning manically.

Predictably, they rounded the night off with 2003 hit, Burn, Burn, sparking more scenes of wildly windmilling arms and crazed fans singing themselves hoarse. It was an impressive sight. They may not be the most groundbreaking of bands, but Lostprophets sure-as-hell know how to put on a show.

****

PARAMORE: Brick By Boring Brick

Szerintem:Nagyon jól sikerűlt a klip. Maga a zene nem valami jó,de meg llehet hallgatni.

Lostprophets – It’s Not The End Of The World

Szerintem: Lostprophets mindig is isten volt de a legjobb klip akkor is a Rooftops(verhetetlen)

30 Seconds to Mars Kings & Queens

Szerintem: A 30 Seconds to Mars-ot is az isten kategóriába sorolnám. Hisz nekik is ott van 2 kedvenc klippem a The Kill és a From Yesterday(ez az én 2 kedvenc klippem az istenektől)

U.i.: Domán mutatta a klipeket,tehát őt illeti a taps xD

Last month our mates at Rocksound hired our studio and shot Lostprophets there.. you can see a behind the scenes thingy here…. doesnt our studio look sexy?

First things first, don’t judge me from this blog. It’s merely a place for me to express my thoughts anonymously, similar to a diary, but in the hope that there are others out there who feel the same way and can exchange thoughts and converse on certain issues. So don’t waste your own time commenting unless you have something valuable to say.

Ok, now that is out of the way.. This is a place for me to air my thoughts and feelings. Before you keep reading, you should know that I suffer from depression, the extent of which has yet to be uncovered. I haven’t attended my first counselling session yet, but hope to do so in the following week or two. I don’t know if any of you reading this have suffered from depression, but there seems to an awful stigma attached to it. I’m the first to admit that I didn’t really understand depression until I saw signs of it in myself and began to read more. I always thought, “Well why are they so moody, they need to learn to lighten up.”, which isn’t as simple as it seems.

I’m sure there are many types of depression, the majority of which I do not understand, but as for myself, I suffer from mood swings, loneliness and major lack of confidence. Sure these are very common in teenage years (I am currently 19), but when you feel it is a problem yourself, then I’m certain there is something wrong. There are days when I do not want to wake up and do not want to do anything with my time. Laziness to the extreme, but on a whole new level. Imagine the feeling of nothing in your life. You have nothing to wake up for, and even when you do wake up, you don’t want to do anything other than sit there. Sure I have university work I could/should be doing, but I can’t bring myself to do it. This also leads to a lack of confidence. I am an art student, and I feel that the majority of my work is of a very poor standard, even when people tell me they love it.

And there lies the stigma of depression.

Reading this, you probably think that it’s all in my head. People are telling me that my work is good, but I’m telling myself it’s not, possibly looking for attention. Well that is just how my mind works. I’m not telling myself my work is rubbish to get myself down on purpose. Who would possibly do that if they had the choice? I’de love nothing more than be able to look at my work and feel pride that others enjoy it. It just happens.

Aside from these issues, I am a great believer that music can save you. I’ve always loved music, and have been playing the guitar and singing (all be it, to myself) for as many years as I can remember. What may be ‘emo’ music to some, is important to me and it lifts me up rather than brings me down as many people would like to believe. But I love all kinds of music; dance, rock, pop, r&b, swing (is a particular favourite at the momeny).. you name it. Being Welsh, I am a fan of Lostprophets (who I’ll be seeing in March by the way, cannot wait!). Their newest song is amazing in my opinion, and I’ve been listening to it all day! So if you trust my judgement, you should check it out:

Anyway, that’s all for tonight. Hopefully this will be theraputic for me and I will come back and rant some more, while sharing some of my hobbies and interest with you in a hope you feel the same way. So if you’ve read this far, then thank you

Dreamboy x

Apparently some white lies were told to us. Lostprophets actual album cover for the upcoming ‘The Betrayed’ can be seen after the break.

‘Where We Belong’ is the brand new single from Lostprophets released 4th January 2010. The single is the second track to be taken from the bands forthcoming fourth album ‘The Betrayed’ out 18th January and they head out on tour throughout February. The Pontypridd group wrote the track ‘after spending too much time in a studio in LA, we went back to Wales and our roots to start the second version of this album … this is our love letter to being home.’ The single will be released on limited edition 7′, CD and digitally with an exclusive new track ‘Sunshine’ – the band described it as ‘too good to be a b-side but the album was full, sorry no more passengers…close the doors.”

‘The Betrayed’ was recorded in several locations and studios in Los Angeles, with a few false starts where the band scrapped various recordings with different producers. Eventually, a trip back to their native Wales and original rehearsal rooms in Cardiff saw the group re-invigorated and energised and on their return to the US things came together quickly. Bassist Stuart Richardson took on production and mixing duties (alongside Justin Hopfer with whom he’d previously worked with on Welsh rock act Attack Attack) for the first time and the band have created their most ambitious and accomplished album to date.

Lostprophets are made up of guitarist Mike Lewis, frontman Ian Watkins, Lee Gaze (guitar), Stuart Richardson (bass), Jamie Oliver (keyboards, programming) and new drummer Luke Johnson and recently headlined the Radio 1/NME stage at Reading and Leeds and sold out a Q Awards show at the Forum in London. The band are playing a couple of shows in November including their debut appearance at the Little Noise Sessions. These gigs are held every year in the Union Chapel In London and curated by DJ Jo Whiley with acts as diverse as Editors, Alexandra Burke and Taio Cruz all set to appear this year. A very special show with a few surprises is planned.

New Single 4th Janauary 2010: ‘WHERE WE BELONG’
New Album 18th January 2010: ‘THE BETRAYED’

Live:

20 November LONDON, Union Chapel – Little Noise Sessions
21 November LINCOLN, Engine Shed

4 February LEICESTER, De Montfort Hall
6 February HULL, Ice Arena
7 February NOTTINGHAM, Rock City
9 February MARGATE, Winter Gardens
10 February PORSMOUTH, Guildhall
11 February LONDON, BRIXTON O2 ACADEMY
13 February DONCASTER, Dome
14 February LEEDS, O2 Academy
15 February CAMBRIDGE, Corn Exchange
17 February BIRMINGHAM, O2 Academy
18 February GLASGOW, Academy
19 February EDINBURGH, Corn Exchange
21 February YEOVIL, Westlands
22 February NORWICH, UEA
23 February NEWCASTLE, O2 Academy
25 February MANCHESTER, Apollo
26 February SOUTHAMPTON, Guildhall
28 February BRISTOL, O2 Academy
1 March PORT TALBOT, Afan Lido

Vanguard 07-36 Various Artists mp3
Young Folks Peter Bjorn and John mp3
How to Save A Life The Fray mp3
Guinea Pig Ben Watt mp3
Enter Sandman (dirty Funker remixes) Metallica mp3
Echoes Silence Patience and Grace Foo Fighters mp3
In the Ayer FLO Rida mp3
In the Ayer FLO Rida mp3
Everybody Rocking Sinden and Count of Monte Cristal mp3
Mirror Dance Afefe Iku mp3
Hand Built by Robots Newton Faulkner mp3
Skreamizm volume 4 Skream mp3
Passion (including Dave Spoon remix) Gat Decor mp3
My Life would Suck Without You Kelly Clarkson mp3
Cross Justice mp3
One More Drink Ludacris featuring T-Pain mp3
Quantum of Solace David Arnold mp3
Sunshine (BOMB005) A Skillz vs Beat Vandals mp3
Detroit EP Morgan Geist mp3
Hey There Delilah Plain White Ts mp3
Lolas Theme 2008 Reedit The Shapeshifters mp3
Big Sky John Ocallaghan featuring Audrey Gallagher mp3
Rehab Rihanna mp3
Players Anton Pieete mp3
The Funkin 80s Various Artists mp3
Mercy Duffy mp3
At Night Shakedown mp3
Back in Black AC-DC mp3
Promo Only Mainstream Club April Various Artists mp3
Everythings Complicated EP Deadmau5 mp3
The Best of Black Sabbath Black Sabbath mp3
12 inch 80s Dance Various Artists mp3
Music Matters Faithless featuring Cass.Fox mp3
When I Grow Up (including remixes) The Pussycat Dolls mp3
I Hate this part The Pussycat Dolls mp3

Resource – http://www.music-news.com/ShowNews.asp?H=Lostprophets-release-%E2%80%98Where-We-Belong%E2%80%99-video&nItemID=30768

Since their formation, Lostprophets have released three studio albums and three EPs, and will release their fourth studio album, entitled The Betrayed, in January 2010.

official website

This week i managed to go to a couple of gigs, something i rarely get time to do and one of our busiest weeks i get to go to two!

First was the Plastiscines at the Barfly, they are 4 really cute and trendy french girls with some killer tunes. I have a big girl crush on them all! here are my pretty crappy pics from the gig.

Yeah not great pics, i finally got my lumix camera back from repair after only using it once and the flash breaking, it took 3 months for the part to come in…..a bulb! so i havent actually been able to get used to it, but am glad i got it back intime for the little noise sessions at the union chapel in Islington for Mencap.

Me(emma) and Chris saw The King Blues, The Blackout and Lostprophets perform acoustic sets. Loved the male voice choir that Lostprophets bought on with them, reminded me of going to see my dad sing in his male voice choir at the Llandudno palladium, Male voice choirs are a big thing in Wales, my dad leaves me voicemails of him singing happy birthday to me every year in his choir voice and were a part of my life growing up haha so it was quite nice to see them used in a modern way.

The venue union chapel in Islington is amazing, we were going to do a shoot there last year but had to change the location at the last minute due to a briefing change i am sure we will find an excuse to shoot there again soon

The boys from the Blackout

The lighting was really sinister and epic

Anyone suggest any good gigs this week? We need things to do to keep up sane with all this work flying around here at the studio

xx i heart xx

So here are my top five favorite songs!

5. Don’t Be So Hard by The Audition

When I first heard this song, I was already in love with this band. Hailing from Chicago, except for lead singer Danny Stevens, these pop-punk upstarts have never reached the height of fame like their counterparts in bands like All Time Low. However these guys blend narrative techniques and positive messages into their lyrics all the while showing impressive musical prowess with guitars and drums. Off their 2005 debut Controversy Loves Company, this song became an instant classic among fans. With the song starting of with “don’t be so hard on yourself/the name of the game is humiliation and thanks for your admiration,” it becomes an anthem to anyone who knows that it’s hard to let go of a situation and move on, whether it’s a break up or a friendship gone array. The band also contributed an acoustic version of this song to Punk goes Acoustic 2 and they still end each set with this song with the crowd singing along, drowning out the band. When relationships of all kinds, even the almost ones, it brings down the self-esteem. But it helps to hear coming through the speakers to not “be so hard on yourself.”

To watch Danny Stevens perform their hit single acoustically click here.

4. Punk Rock Princess by Something Corporate

To me, this song is my perfect romance (don’t I sound like I’m 16). But to be honest, when I was 15 years old and listening to this version and the acoustic, I immediately fell in love with the idea of this type of romance; wanting to be with someone so much that they would wait for them and look past all the awkwardness. A simple pop-punk song, yet Andrew McMahon (I really do love that man) turn it a song for any guy to love any girl. The main girl in the song seems to not know herself and trying to figure herself out all while the guy is just waiting for her, knowing that she is the one for him. With McMahon’s knack for sounding sensitive as if he is singing to every female in the audience, the song brings a sense of longing that makes every girl in the crowd wishes she was the object of the song. Still it’s the typical emo pop-punk song, catchy and with honest hopes. And still, I get giddy whenever it comes on.

Watch the official video for “Punk Rock Princess” here.

3. La Vida Es Un Carnaval by Celia Cruz

The only non-English song to make it on my list is by the Queen of Salsa herself, Celia Cruz. Despite my metal tendencies, I do love to dance since it was I grew doing so. While my dad preferred more rock music, my mother and grandmother loved salsa, mergueuge, and any form of Spanish dance music (can you say musically chaotic?). Celia Cruz was revered in our house and, of course, I used to say “¡Azúcar!” as if my life depended on it. The song “Carnaval” means “carnival” in Spanish and tells the listener simply that life is a carnival, you should enjoy it. It describes that you should avoid those who complain, make war. “Es mas bello vivir cantando” translates to “It’s better to live singing” which is her message in the song, to just live life and enjoy it by having fun.

Watch a live performance by this amazing singer here.

2. Sweet Child o’ Mine by Guns’N'Roses

The special connection to this song comes from the relationship between my father and me. He was always a lover of Guns’n’Roses and Appetite for Destruction was in constant play in the cars, despite my mother’s  protests. Everything about this song is recognizable; the guitar intro and riffs by Slash, Axl Rose’s distinct vocal styling and the simple chorus “whoa oh, sweet child of mine.” It was the definitive ballad on a decidedly metal album; yet the song is not the typical ballad of the 80s hair metal scene. The song had none of the grit and rawness that the other songs had; instead it was sincerity and a light-heartedness that the others hid. The one thing that it does unite it with the other songs is that Slash’s guitar solo right before the bridge. The opening riff was supposedly a joke amongst him and the band but the riff was recaps the song; slow at the beginning yet building up to a climax with pure power and skill.

To watch the 1989 music video click here.

1. Burn, Burn by Lostprophets

A call to arms for independence, Lostprophets’s “Burn, Burn’ off their 2004 release Start Something is a slap to the face of stereotypes and scenes. The Welsh band first captivated my attention with their first album which had a nu-metal sound. However, with this release, especially this song, they kept the grit, but exchanged the turntables for a heavier rock sound. With a prominent bass line throughout the song and the double guitar action through the chorus, this song is a fist-in-the-air-mosh-til-you-drop song. The bridge “Burn, burn the truth, the lies, the news/Burn, burn the life, that you can choose/Burn, burn the hate, that gets, you through/Burn, burn for us, for them, for you” sets up the end nicely and makes sure the crowd is going mental, cheering, and chanting the rest of the song as a battle cry with singer Ian Watkins leading the madness. The band put on extremely high energy shows and this is one of the better captures of them in a studio setting where you end the song wanting to move around and chant. I’ve loved this band since I was 15 and I was lucky enough to see them as my first concert. And the old Welsh lads aren’t letting fatherhood slow them down; they next full length The Betrayed drops January 2010.(aside: the bridge is also what I have taken as my personal motto and will soon have permanently inked on me)

Watch their high-enegry performance from 2004’s Rock Am Ring Performance right here.

Új klippel jelentkezett a napokban a punk veterán Rancid, kiknek ‘Let the Dominoes Fall’ című lemeze májusban jelent meg. Az ‘Up To No Good’-ban maga Tony Hawk deszkázik, úgyhogy már csak miatta is érdemes belenézni a videóba. A Lostprophets jövő év januárjában áll elő új anyagával, ezt hivatott promotálni a ‘Where We Belong’ című slágergyanús tétel is. A The Bravery pedig ‘Sugar Pill’ című vadonatúj dalához készített egy kisfilmet. Mindezt megnézhetitek itt nálunk:

Lostprophets brand new video for “Where We Belong” can be found after the break.

The above is, of course, true. Especially with you.

Well, hello world =] In recent news, I’ve done essays =O Like, you know, ACTUALLY ON TIME, and not even that terrible. When I recognised this fact, I fainted and had to be roused with smelling salts (this may be a fabrication).

Also, on Wednesday morning, whilst I was hopelessly trudging through my essay on Apollinaire (“oh, I’m so odd, nyer, nyer, nyer”, but in French and with more of an accent, obv), I recognised that it was getting awfully close to nine o’clock, the time SeeTickets had proposed to sell some very special tickets to some very special people. The special tickets were to see MUSE at Wembley Stadium, an experience I missed out on last time, and the special people…weren’t overly special if I’m honest; the people who placate the MUSE forums with verbal tears about how MUSE aren’t their own secret little band anymore (this kind of attitude pisses me off x10, but that may be for another blog). When the tickets went on sale at 8:58 (SeeTickets are always premature; take from that what you will), I immediately clicked ORDER on the standing area, as there is frankly no other way to enjoy MUSE than when you’re about ten feet from Matthew Bellamy, oohing and aahing. It was a break from tradition in that it was a remarkably stress-free venture, finally being put through to the order page at 9:15, where it transpires I’ve ordered tickets from them so much that my debit card details have managed to save themselves onto my laptop, which must be GREAT for thieves. However, due to the many forum morons that were attending (presumably there to go “waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah” at the lack of 93 b-sides from the first album), it took until eleven till the company had the courtesy to actually tell me I had the tickets.

Suitably pleased, I rang my fellow spectator Alison who, due to the phone call waking her from her slumber, was originally much less ecstatic than anticipated, and didn’t manage to understand the general gist of my joyous announcement, though a few minutes of repetition of the phrase “MUSE tickets” eventually caused her to go “!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”, which I took to mean exquisite happiness.

Overall, I’m going to see my all-time favourite band again ^^. I saw them a mere two hundred yards away at Wembley Arena three years ago, and it was fantastic, especially when Matt climbs some scaffolding to perform Bliss, oh and Dom appearing from an LED-infested cocoon. It was one of the best gigs I’ve ever attended, and I’m happy I’m gonna see them again ^^. Overall, the next twelve months is gonna be a pretty decent time, gig-wise =].

Lily Allen – 15/12, Lostprophets – 17/02, P!nk – 24/06 and now Muse – 11/09.

I’m happy ^^.

Love and peace. xx.

PS. I’m watching Twilight for the first time tonight. Heaven help me.

1. Quietdrive – Maybe Misery
2. The Secret Handshake – I Wish
3. Say Anything – Woe
4. Hey Monday – Run, Don’t Walk
5. All Time Low – Damned If I Do Ya
6. Lostprophets – It’s Not The End Of The World
7. Paramore – Brick By Boring Brick
8. Florence + The Machine – You Got The Love
9. Friendly Fires – Jump In The Pool
10. I Haunt Wizards – Sailor Moon

Nagyot nyújtózok az ágyban, álmaim foszlányai még köröznek bennem.

Néhány kisebb mozdulattal kitapogatom a telefonom, majd egy ásítás kíséretében szétcsúsztatom. Sms-t várok. És láss csodát, “önnek egy beérkezett üzenete van”. Jobban már nem is kezdődhetne a napom.

Megnyitom az sms-t, s már előre apró mosoly kúszik az ajkaimra , de amint végig olvasom, le is hervad azonnal. Pár percig csak fekszem; szinte mozdulatlanul, a plafont bámulva. Levegő után kapkodok, de a tüdőm mintha túl szűk lenne; fulladozom.

Keserű epét nyelek vissza, könnycsatornáim felbugyogni vágyó sósav marja, de ez nem a gyengeség ideje. Összeszorítom fogaim, majd elszánt mozdulattal ülő helyzetbe tornázom magam, s egy számot tárcsázok.

Lágy, kedves hang válaszol, a szívem lassan, egyenletesen dobog. Az első pár mondat még szinte vidámnak tűnik… Tónusom lassan egyre halványul, kiveszik belőle a beletuszkolt vidámság; mintha az ő hangja is szomorúbban csengne…

Még pár utolsó mondat; mindkettőnk beszéde akadozik kissé, de nem sírunk; azt soha. Gyengéd szavak, lassuló szívverés; aggodalom mardos. Félek, félek, ha holnap beszélünk már egyikünk sem lesz ilyen erős.

De nemsoká kijössz, ugye emlékszel, hogy megígérted? Méghozzá gyorsan, hiszen máskülönben hogy füstölhetnénk tele újból a fülkét emlékekkel, érzelmekkel, s kék Dunhillel?

Leteszem a telefont; nem bírtam tovább. Könnyek áztatják az arcom, enyhén remegek, s a világ mintha apró ketreccé záródna körülöttem.  Mindennél jobban féltem őt.

(L)(}) igyekezz vissza hozzánk.

“But there’s still tomorrow
Forget the sorrow
And I can be on the last train home”

Jessica B. Vicious

Did I ever mention I hate public transport. Bus journey home this morning was not enjoyable I think they managed to fill the W7 with undesirables. Guy in front of me picking his ear wax, lady across wiping her nose on her hand and then a heifer sits next to me. She stinks of Shepherds Pie. Grim Grim Grim.

In lovelier news, Lostprophets have unveiled the artwork for new album The Betrayed (January 4th get IN)

So I’m loving this but…..

Look. LOVE the logo. Lightningy darky thing made of win but I’m sorry WTF is with the pictures of the boys?

Airbrushed much? Stu, Lee and Jamie look alright. Mike looks a bit weird and fuck knows what they did to Ian he looks barely recognisable. IDK something’s off…

ETA

SO IAN POSTED THIS ON HIS TWITTER:

Here’s something i made earlier. New album artwork, UK version. http://bit.ly/1dySKV If you don’t like it then you are a cunt. x

OH SHI……

Then he posted this:

Actually, on further inspection i have realised that, thats not actually the right artwork. Gotta love record label incompetence.

CONFUSED NOW….

WONDERING IF ACTUAL ARTWORK IS NEKKID ‘PROPHETS? …….

It’s beside the point anyway because this album is going to be off the charts.

There’s a track by track review on MetalHammer RIGHT HERE that confirms what us fans have hoped. The Betrayed is going back to the roots baby! This is going to be darker, harder and metallier. Much more fakesoundofprogress and Start Something than the poppier sound of last album Liberation Transmission. It’s been four years since LT and a complete discarded attempt at one record so I think that the band mean SRS BSNS! I for one, can’t. fucking. wait.

Here’s a taster:

Now from a band I love, to a band I loathe

All Time Low – Never has a band name been more apt.

Normally, if I dislike a band I’ll just ignore them. Sadly, with these dicks, that’s not easy. Their fecking everywhere. I actually quite liked their first video ( couldn’t stand the song but that’s about it ) now I wish them to fuck off.

The latest video ‘ I’m damned if I do you, damned if I don’t’ is such a blatant rip off.

“We’re a pop -punk band, let’s film a video based on a fake chat show and make it a bit controversial. Oooh that’s never been done before….”

Oh I beg to differ…

The sublimely superior You Me At Six. I luff these boys Luff this vid and the rip off by All Time Low is just laughable.

Hell ATL’s lead ‘Singer’ is even a fugly version of Josh Franceschi.

Knobs.

Find the artwork for Lostprophets’ new album ‘The Betrayed’ here.

Oh yes indeedy. So now when I say “I’m watching Ian in bed.” It’s no longer the sad yearnings of a slightly-obsessed-very-horny fangirl.

Oh and of course there’s very important stuff about the new album. SRS INTERVIEW IS SRS!

Today I think I had the sweariest bus driver in London. I think there were about 14 ‘fuck’s’ and 5 ‘wankers’ I was the only one on the bus too so at first I thought he was talking to me then he yelled “Sorry ’bout this sweetheart, there’s a load of twats out there tonight.” Fair Enough.

Found some great interviews:

1:00 ???????

1:05 – 1:07 I LOVE YOUR FACE

And it was two frogs as well. It was like a wife and a husband and they were going home and he trod on one of them and the other one was really gutted.

2:31 say what now? TEASE  TEASE Are you boys describing each other cos…………

No offense – he’s quite boring but he gets a plus for drinking Strongbow

AHA I THINK I’M SLIGHTLY IN LOVE WITH THESE TWO!

Check out the Last Shadow Puppets destroying a fence.. 

Rou you shoulda kept your hair like that..you look kinda hot

I wanna hear them covering Akon

I gotta hand it to them they were good enough to do interviews after what happened – in fact they played with their set where as other acts cough*50cent*cough ran off stage. Look at Ryan! he looks like a little hippy who’s wandered into the wrong band.

*pets him and sends him off to MGMT*

OMG, many things are happening and frankly, THE WORLD CANNOT KEEP UP! My life is that dramatic.

I have booked tickets to see P!nk and Lostprophets. Not at the same gig, that would be fairly eclectic, but at two seperate times, and I’m pretty excited ^^. Also, my Lostprophets seeing coincides neatly with my visiting of my Welshie in Bangor, which will be awesome ^^ (I have to say that because she’ll read this). No, honestly, mean it.

Also, and those who know me (and lets face it, only people who know me will be reading this) will be shocked and amazed and in pure wonder, I’ve done an essay MORE THAN A WEEK in advance of the due date. HOW COOL AM I? Sure, it was 500 words of Beginners’ Spanish, but this may be a sign of things to come =D.

PLUS, I am seeing the very funny and Iranian comedian (comedienne?) Shappi Khorsandi tomorrow, for she shall be at Folkestone, talking and saying funny things, and that will be fun. PLUS, my favourite band in the whole wide world EVER, MUSE, are gonna play Wembley Stadium, and with any luck, I might actually attend this one =].

Overall, I’m pretty excited =] Would you like to share in my excitement? ^^

Love and peace. xx.

PS. PLUS also seeing Soft Toy Emergency next week at the Farmhouse. Dancey synthy shtick. Quite good. Plus they tweeted me ^^.

Welsh in your ears.

Welsh rockers Lostprophets are releasing ‘Where We Belong’  as the second single from their upcoming album ‘The Betrayed’ .

The song will be available on three formats – CD, digital download and 7″ vinyl, and will be accommpanied by a B-side – ‘Sunshine’.

The band are currently putting the finishing touches to the music video (featuring live footage) which will be released later this month.

Their fourth studio album ‘The Betrayed’ will be released January 18 2010 via Visible Noise and Sony UK.

Picture courtesy of fabioascimento @Flickr.com

I Think it’s time for a Picspam y/y? To make it more interesting I’m using this MEME:

1. Choose a picture of the funniest face on your person.

2. Choose a picture of your person eating.

3. Choose a picture of your person with an animal.

4. Choose a picture of your person with a member of the opposite sex.

5. Choose a picture where you would have sex with this person.

6. Choose a picture of your favorite outfit on this person.

7. Choose a picture of your person smiling.

8. Choose a picture of your person half/naked.

9. Choose a picture of your person doing an outdoor activity.

10. Choose your favorite picture of this person.

The person I’m doing choosing in Ian Watkins. Enjoy!

Choose a picture of the funniest face on your person.

I love this expression

Um..say what now?

 Choose a picture of your person eating.

yummeh…

Choose a picture of your person with an animal.

I think I just died of the cute….

Choose a picture of your person with a member of the opposite sex.

Jo Whiley and Mama Watkins

I remember the day we took this *sigh*

Choose a picture where you would have sex with this person.

I’ve managed to narrow this down from about 50…

I don’t really need to make an “I’m on my knees” comment….

Can I just squeeze in the middle there…No? Ok carry on. Please….

Whatev’s, tease.

Ah umm yeah…

L-R: Thug, Thug, Slut, Aww, Thug

Looking effing hot doing his thing

DON’T JUDGE ME

Why do some men look so hot wet???

Tummy Porn does things to me. Especially when they have a Body. Like. That.

OH! AND MY PERSONAL FAVOURITE …

Choose a picture of your favorite outfit on this person.

I definitely have to go with what he wears in the Rooftops vid. Sexass monochrome look with shirt, braces and gorgeous white jacket.

(If you haven’t seen this vid, it’s Lostprophets most commercial song. The rest of their stuff is a bit edgier. Also, please ignore the annoying emo teens)

Choose a picture of your person smiling.

Oh wow I don’t mean to sound corny but he has the best fucking smile. Love it.

This is one of my fave pics

Choose a picture of your person half/naked.

Ugh. Do I have to. Ok then….

Choose a picture of your person doing an outdoor activity.

Lying on a pavement.

Sitting on a log. On a beach.

Driving

Riding

Choose your favorite picture of this person.

Umm that’s really difficult. I’m going to choose one candid, one promo and one with the band.

Ahh that was really fun! Now I’m fucking horny

Think I may have to do one for one of the other boys like Padalecki ?

*Mwah*