Old Age

Filling in review sheets for the new singles of crappy indie bands I am feeling really old. Has music got shit/I've got old/I never really liked mainstream indie boybands anyway?

Time aside, some of the things that are most important to me are mine only retrospectively. Check out Hole singing Dicknail from way back. I miss them (retrospectively) so much. The way I felt when I first heard the cassette copy of My Body the Hand Grenade that I bought in Hull is brought back by watching this. It even makes me slightly regret replacing them with Sleater-Kinney as my official favourite band in 2002.

Great Swedish Triumverate Complete, Your Correspondent Satisfied

Behold the great triumverate of Swedish pop, Robyn, Knife and Jenny Wilson, all now gifted with my presence at one of their gigs. Last night the final piece of the puzzle, Jenny Wilson, fell into place with lots of costume, percussion and rude pushing people. When I was a wee lassie I thought my life would be complete when I'd seen Hole, Babes in Toyland and L7. This will never happen and my life remains incomplete. This Swedish victory has brought me some consolatory satisfaction.

I once bought a grey cape to look more like Jenny Wilson. It's too itchy for me to wear, but I do get a small amount of "Jenny Wilson wise owl" when I put it on with red lipstick. I learned last night that I'm going to have to grow up quite a lot to be like Jenny Wilson, practise my dancing and get a lot sterner. She is going to be my dancing and guitaring role model for Ladies' Rock Camp, lots of staring and shuffling then surprisingly graceful jiggling.

In other non-how to make myself look more like Jenny Wilson news, the band was good; no drummer; lots of fit Swedish people; I do like bands who sing in English as their second language because they twist the rhythms and emphases which makes for much more interesting music; much proper singing and four-part harmonies. A very good replica of the album but while I really enjoyed seeing it the gig wasn't exactly an epiphany.

No more Swedish gigs lined up, feels pretty sad. I love going to Swedish gigs because of the outlandishly good looking people and the nice feeling that you're seeing something a bit special and everyone is happy to be there. Where oh wear is my Scandihusband?