Sunday, 20 December 2009

The ACTUAL last blog of the year




Ok guys, I know I said I'd already done my last blog of the year, but this one definitely will be!

Went to a gig at the Hertfordshire forum last night with my friend Lynsey, Enter Shikari plus a load of other bands. Still too knackered to write much, but its worth saying Shikari were well on form, and really looked like they were enjoying themselves playing to a home crowd. Shout out goes to their encore of Sorry Youre Not A Winner, and Juggernauts, absolutely smashed the place.

However, in my opinion, last night belonged to one of the support bands, by the name of GET CAPE.WEAR CAPE.FLY. Now, Sam Duckworth and his band have been a favourite of mine for years, a combination of gripping music and equally informative lyrics.I met him a year or so back, and he is quite possibly the nicest bloke in the industry. However, Get Cape have always been criminally underrated, and i have no idea why. Last nights set was a joy to watch, he played all of my favourite songs from the first album, including a rare live rendition of "Once More With Feeling" and his cover of D.A.N.C.E (pretty nicely mashed up with Daft Punk "Around The World" Now, I appreciate to a corwd of Shikari fans, he may not have been the most welcome warm up, but I personally feel he was at his peak, and his new relase next year should recieve huge acclaim, if there is any justice for Sam Duckworth.

So, i finish this blog with some wise words from Sam himself, as I feel I cannot produce a meaningful parting message as eloquent as the below. Have an amazing christmas, go mad, and i'll be blogging again in the new year.


Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly - Call Me Ishmael

It's one of those times that I,
Can't seem to find the words or thoughts,
these hazy eyes, the perfect partner to my weary mind,
and its not been a matter of days
in fact its felt like an age since i last sat down or,
saw a town that wasn't linked by shows.

And fatigue soon ignored,
as your feet hit the board, or as the beat hits the floor,
these are the moments that we live for,
the ones who constantly try, to appease our nine to fives
they are the ones that justify, all the things that we forsake.

You are not your job, and you are not the clothes you wear,
you are the words that leave your mouth so speak up, speak up loud,
for none of us want to sit,
in evaluations taking notes for hours,
we're all sick and tired of waiting, lets set sail.

And fatigues soon ignored,
as your feet hit the board, or the beat hits the floor,
these are the moments that we live for,
the ones who constantly try, to appease our nine to fives
they are the ones that justify, all the things that we forsake.

Why do we look to the tide when,
we find that our minds are getting stale,
what is it that we displace on the waves,
and are we looking for meaning, from demeaning,
the soul destroying task,
we do all the time on the shore.

And as i picture you on the television,
talking all the seller hook past all the people walking,
its about then that I realise that your the same as me,
So call me Ishmael, we are all striving for,
the thing that makes this grind worth surviving ,
I won't wait long for one little moment,
where our dream's still feel alive.

And as i picture you on the television,
talking all the seller hook past all the people walking,
its about then that I realise that your the same as me,
So call me Ishmael, we are all striving for,
the thing that makes this grind worth surviving ,
I won't wait long for one little moment,
where our dream's still feel alive

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