Fail of the Conchords

So last week Flight of the Conchords (FotC) announced a European tour to their fans on their official Facebook group. Excited as a Far East schoolgirl, I screamed with delight, and started asking my friends on Facebook if anyone was interested in joining me.

Unfortunately, no one decided to join me. No problem, I’ll buy a pair, then drag someone along. It’s worked in the past, it would work again.

Come Friday morning, I pop over to Ticketmaster only to find that tickets are retailing for THIRTY TWO QUID.

Lol, no.

I’m not paying that much to see FotC at the Apollo. I paid less to see the Beastie Boys, Snow Patrol and Linkin Park/Lostprophets at the MEN.

There’s basically no way to justify such a cost, except through greed. So, sorry guys, but you can keep your Foux-da-Fafa.

Anyway, I popped back over to FB, to see if anyone else agreed with my thoughts. Apparently they did not.

Interestingly/frustratingly, people were saying how the band should visit them in America/Australia/South Africa.

Ya know, ‘cos they’re the latest members of the EU.

Morons.

This whole debacle was made even worse by the realisation that the pre-sale had pretty much sold all the tickets a day early.

To touts and scalpers – meaning the venues sold out in minutes. Hammersmith sold out in LESS than a minute.

Right now over on eBay, a pair of tickets is retailing at £350.

What a joke.

Yes, it happens, but I’ve never seen it happen to this extent. It’s been so badly handled, even the additional date which goes on sale on Friday won’t make amends for the shambolic nature of this tour.

Finally, I came across an article suggesting how gig tickets should be protected by the same rules as other events, preventing anyone charging more than the face value of the ticket.

Oh how that would gut the market.

Of course, you would still get the creepy DSS spongers outside venues eight hours before the doors open, but it would make a big dent in this shady market place.

It’s a Rose-Tinted World

When I’m in a sombre mood, I’m inclined to reminisce of times past that were bliss. More so when those memories ultimately ended in a most spectacular failure.

I’m doing that right now, and yet… after a bit of thinking, you realise it isn’t as good as you think. It’s not quite the pinnacle of ecstasy you originally remembered. Memory just papered over the cracks, to form something unrepresentative of the original.

Over time, the flaws are removed altogether, and it leaves you wanting to re-live those days. It may even end up torturing you, when if you were to go back, it would be sheer disappointment.

Damn you, memories.

At Times,

I’m behind on digging certain artists. Other times, I’m really ahead of the curve. Snow Patrol and Rihanna respectively are examples of this.

And whilst I can plead innocence for being unaware of Swedish bleepy-bloopy duo The Knife (half of which form previously-mentioned Fever Ray), I’m making  up for it now.

They’ve released a new album today entitled Tomorrow in a Year. Fortunately, they’ve been kind enough to put up the entire album for your streaming pleasure.

Even more kindly, they’re offering one of highly-praised tracks (The Colouring of Pigeons) for free (well, in exchange for your e-mail address). A free bleepy-bloopy Bjork-esque track is always good, especially for late-night interweb  perusing.

To  The Amazon!

Oooh Delicious Irony

So, on my way home from work on Friday, I get on the train at Bolton. Well, I would if the train hadn’t been cancelled due to a train failure. So I wait 20 minutes for the next one, and squish myself on an underground-style, double capacity train.

It’s bad, but it’s the weekend, so whatever. Suddenly, there’s this elderly woman pushing her way through the carriage. At this point, it’s clear that everyone is thinking “stupid woman, where are you going to go?”.

Just me then.

Anyway, she starts handing out surveys.

On train performance and reliability.

I shall enjoy this survey like no other!!

Implied Racism…Homie Please

Last week, I finally got around to watching Mel Gibson’s Mayan-epic Apocalypto. It’s a good movie, especially the final third when the pursuit becomes almost Predator-esque.

Spoiler Warning – If you’re ever likely to see the film, don’t bother reading beyond this point. I’m going to discuss one part of the finale. It’s not crucial, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Anyway, so the main character runs to the beach being pursued by a pair of rival hunters. Suddenly, all three stop dead in their tracks. The camera pans around to reveal:

THE SPANISH INQUISITION

Because it was unexpected.

Well, not the inquisition, but the conquistadors, and a galleon or two ready to a-go convertin’ the savages. I thought the sense of foreboding was handled really well by Gibson, and it framed the story in such a manner that everything was given a new perspective at the end of the film.

Anyway, a habit of mine – that I do with films that I particularly enjoy, is to read their respective Wikipedia article. Often it provides minor trivia or alternate plot threads that were never realised. However, for Apocalypto the majority of the article went into the surrounding controversy.

Yup, you guessed it. Racism popped up again.

Some Mayan experts were annoyed that it wasn’t 100% accurate, as different styles were mixed, and some elements were embellished. Others were annoyed that their beloved Mayans were portrayed as savages. Well, compared to the European world, they were pretty ‘backwards’.

That’s not to say they were “stupid” – quite the opposite. However, many of their spiritual and religious practices were brutal to say the least. If anything, the impending arrival of the Spanish implies that it was the Spanish who were ‘the bad guys’!

You spent the entire film watching the main character fight for his family and fellow tribe members, you begin to root for his survive, and you enjoy it when he mercilessly slaughters the more evil Mayans.

So how you can suddenly decide the main character – the one who garners the sympathy of the viewer – is evil, I’ll never know.

I really wish people wouldn’t look so hard for things that simply aren’t there – even if Mel Gibson did make this film.

Well It Amused Me

This morning, there was a trend on Twitter where you had to make a cheese-related pun based on the title of a Beatles song.

Mine?

Let It Brie.

You Tweet

I’ve given in, and decided to stalk some famous people and update people with the inanities of my life.

@bluemorbo, if you please.

After all, Gary Busey and Nick Nolte provide alllll the entertainment I need.

Music!

So Marina and the Diamonds released her debut album today. There’s an awesome track or three on there, including this unabashedly-pop track:

And I’ve been a naughty boy and just ordered “Wait For Me” – Moby’s latest album (reminiscent of his earlier more ambient work, rather than his past efforts such as Alice and Disco Lies) for £5, Fatboy Slims “We’ve Come Along Way Baby” for £5 and Theory of a Deadman thanks to Holly’s musicness.

Good stuff!

And my BT album (finally) arrived – all the way from Switzerland. Complete with damaged case.

So word of warning, don’t bother with CDWOW for your musical purchases.

Silly Hollywood

Given how Hollywood seems intent on rebooting every remotely-succesful franchise lately (American Pie, really?), in additional to mining the more famous releases in the games world (Prince of Persia… Tekken…), I think it’s only a matter of time before we see a Command & Conquer movie.

Well, not really. I don’t think it will ever happen, but imagine how awesome it could be. There’s such potential! It could be be some chance for some real eye candy, especially if you went down the Red Alert road, which introduced science fiction elements to the series.

You could start out in a busy city centre, lots of skyscrapers and busy buildings. There’s a tourist taking photos of it all, gazing in wonder at man’s shiny art. He leans back to fit the whole building in-frame when suddenly…

BAM!

A electrical blue explosion shatters windows on several floors, and those of buildings near by. Panning out, you would see it’s not an isolated incident – but the first of a co-ordinated attack across this unnamed city.

*cut to the Command & Conquer march song*

You could even cut to a news report, a la the original introduction.

Awesome.

Chuckle Brothers Fail :(

Don’t ask why, but earlier today I was on the official Chuckle Brothers On Tour website.

Anyway, you can imagine my horror when I came across a site that renders TERRIBLY in Firefox.

Seriously, look for yourself.

Anyway, I decided to e-mail the site, just to point out the problems and the various spelling mistakes too. To their credit, I got a prompt reply (approximately five hours – out of office hours too, impressively) thanking me for the email, with reassurances that they’re working on it.

Sure no problem, I release dodgy code all the time.

What did amuse me, however, is the email contained random capitalisation. Yes I’m a grammar nazi, but what the hey.

Maybe the Caps Lock key is schizophrenic?