Thursday, July 17, 2003
So I borrowed some Ludacris off Emma’s brother Pete, who is 17, because I figure if I’m gonna be known for arguing with Simon Reynolds about Ludacris I ought to actually hear Ludacris. I’d wager I wont really like it. I wont dislike it, I wont mind it. But I wont be blown away. I’m a 24-year-old white guy from Devon, I live by the sea. Much as I love Public Enemy or De La Soul or Tribe or El-P I feel like a complete cultural tourist when it comes to hiphop, as much as I would (and do) listening to Polynesian music or Buena Vista Social Club or Russian folk or heavy metal or hardcore. There you go. But I’ll give it a go.
New Muse track. Went to school with Muse, saw their first ever gigs. Used to sit next to Chris in science on Thursday afternoons (it could’ve been Monday mornings or Friday lunchtimes but you get what I mean). Bought their first album the day it came out, an inconsequential Monday in Northampton. And it fucking sucked, so I took it back and swapped it for a Leftfield album (the shit one). I never bothered paying attention to the next album cos the cover looked like Orange Can and they suck. But “Stockholm Syndrome” rocks like a demented demon with dementia. I’m tempted to get in touch with Bellamy and the others and try and sort out an interview for Stylus.
7/17/2003 12:07:00 am
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