Friday, 8 July 2011

[Beer] Fuller's London Pride.

Been drinking a lot of London Pride Recently.  Had a few bottles in Cornwall, got some at home and the local had it on tap last night as a guest ale.  Excellent.  I do like a nice Pride.

Nice amber-red colouring with a nice firm head that floats and stays if poured correctly.  Excellently crisp malty aroma, oddly got me thinking of fresh bread and meadows (sounding a bit like Oz Clarke for my own good there).  It's a very easy ale to drink, as I found out last night.  No lingering bitterness in the aftertaste, which draws you into another sip quickly.  Nice buttery, smooth texture.

Pride, if it's on tap, would be my "go to" beer in a pub for sure. 4.1 on tap and 4.7 bottled.  Lovely.

Thursday, 7 July 2011

[Music] Kyuss - Gardenia [live].


Awesome song, awesome performance. Homme's guitar work is spot on. Man... [just a shame they censor/dont sing the lyrics at the end]

[Photography] iPhone-ography.


Been playing about the camera and the various editing apps on the iPhone.  The camera is very nice, much better than on any previous phone I've used.  The apps are great.  I've used most of them before on the iPod, but there were some such as Hipstamatic that you can only sue with a device with a camera, so those are new to me.  The photos here are on either Hipstamatic, Instagram or Lo-Mob.

Also, the iPhone 4 camera has a built in "HDR" function, that seem to take multiple exposures when you fire the trigger, and blends them to obtain a more range within the highlights and shadows - much in the same way proper HDR tools do it, but with less benefit and control.  The output from the HDR function is a bit hit and miss.  Sometimes it really gives a nice lift to the shadows or the sky, but sometimes it just makes it look like the contrast is all wrong.  Luckily it saves the "neutral" version too.

Wednesday, 6 July 2011

[Books] Anthony Kiedis - Scar Tissue.

"Scar tissue that I wish you saw | Sarcastic Mr Know-it-all" - Red Hot Chili Peppers, 'Scar Tissue'

I love rock biographies.  I went through a period of reading nothing but, but I haven't read one for a few years now, so when by boys gave me this for a Fathers Day present I was looking forward to getting my teeth into it.

As is the way, Kiedis' autobiography is ghost written.  The ghost writer is Larry Sloman, most well known for co-penning US "shock jock" Howard Stern's two autobiographies, as well as his book "On The Road With Bob Dylan", the story of the Rolling Thunder Revue.  From what I can tell, although the book is written as "I did this, then I did that, then this happened to me", the book was written by Sloman from various interviews with Kiedis and the other main players in the book.  Not that you should let that distract you from the book itself.

Ian Drury coined the classic phrase "Sex and Drugs and Rock & Roll" which has since become the rasion d'etre for many and most rock-stars since.  Kiedis ticks these off with aplomb during the course of the book, starting from his early teen years. The tale starts in earnest when he moved to Hollywood from Michigan to love with his Dad, John "Blackie Dammett" "Spider" Kiedis, a full time drug user, pat time drug dealer, part time scenester, part time actor.  Kiedis jr is thrown into his Dad's world and laps it up.  He is, by his own accounts a Grade A student during the week at school, but some the weekend he goes with his Dad to the LA clubs and starts his journey.  When you read the opening chapters, it's hard to like Kiedis.  He revels in the drug taking, the fights, sleeping with his Dads girlfriend (under the guidance of his Dad), the law breaking and risk taking.  You read it and you start to think "what a cock", here is this kid living the life that later one leads to addiction and problems, yet he seems almost boastful of it.   It's not until you get near the end of the book that you realise that the writing has shifted style as the book had gone on, with the over exuberance of youth replaced with a steady thinking style; which makes you realise that the early chapters are meant to sound like he is being boastful as he is writing as his 14 year old self, after all what 14 year old would love to boast about a life like that?  It's a clever way of pacing he book, but I'm left wondering how many have started to read but got put off by the opening style - maybe an opening chapter at the present day would have helped "set the scene" more, I don't know.

It's hard to review this book without basically writing a synopsis of it.  Of course, there is no conventional plot or character development, so unless you know the Red Hot Chili Peppers and other associated 80s/90s American alt. rock stars you will be relying on Google a lot.  But that is not to say that this is a RHCP book.  Its not, its a book about Kiedis.  Even at the heigh of the Peppers' fame, he writes more about his failed love life and his drugs that the experiences of writing, recording and playing.  Of course, those things are covered off; from the recording sessions with George Clinton to headlining Woodstock (no, not the 60s one).  His relationships within the band are talked about in detail too.  You see how he met Flea and Hillel Slovak at school; how Slovaks death from drugs shock him up; his relationship with John Frusciante and the pain he felt with Frusciante fell in to the drug hell that Kiedis was battling with.  Every Chili Peppers' member and album is talked about, usually in glowing terms - even Dave Navarro!  The love he shows for his band mates, past and present gives one of the only insights to a nicer side of his personality, alongside his descriptions of the various girls that he has loved over his life.

One thing that does strike you through the book is the lucidity of the tales.  From this teenage years, Kiedis claims he was getting higher and higher, snorting cocaine, shooting heroin, acid tripping, drinking, smoking... and yet he remembers, sometimes in graphic detail, all the important points, discussions and decisions in his life.  That's amazing and to be honest, a tiny bit unbelievable.  But if you take the exact-ness of the tales of the ex-drug addict rock and roll star with a pinch of salt, then it's a bit easier to swallow.

The books is let down by the ending as much as it is by the start.  The last few chapters that deal with the period from the release of "Californication" onwards start to drag.  Kiedis' life seemed to be a never ending cycle of 'get sober, music, love girlfriend, slip and get high, rehab in Mexico, hate girlfriend, get sober, music, love girlfriend' etc etc.  It all gets a bit too much, and by the time he has either gone to rehabilitate himself back at his mothers in Michigan or at a hotel in Mexico for the 20th time you start to think that maybe, even after all his bravado about how he is now sober, that he never really will be and that one day he will binge one last time and die.  He claims he is now sober entirely, regaling us with a tale of the last time he had the itch for a fix but he didn't go through with it, but based on the previous 400 pages of addiction and lying about it, it seems unlikely.

Kiedis and Sloman turn out an overall enjoyable, well paced and decently written book that does his life justice and certainly paints a picture of his journey through the afore mentioned holy rock trinity of sex, drugs and rock & roll. Does it make you like him?  No.  Does it make you envy him?  Again, probably no.  Now that could just be me and my age, but I feel its not and that is a shame - you should be able, even at 30+ years, to look at rockstars and be jealous...

[Music] Red Hot Chili Peppers - Knock Me Down.


A classic from the "Mothers Milk" album with Kiedis on vocals and Flea on bass; with new-comers John Frusciante on guitar and Chad Smith on drums. The song is a homage to ex-guitarist Hillel Slovak who died of a heroin OD prior to the recording of the album, which also led to drummer Jack Irons quitting; as well as being a paean to soberness.

"It's so lonely when you don't even know yourself"

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

[Stuff] New phone...iPhone 4.

iPhone 4, taken with the Bold.
The BlackBerry Bold 9700 has gone, and in it's place is a shiny new black iPhone 4.  I was sure I was going to get an Android phone, probably an HTC or Samsung, but when I was in the o2 shop upgrading, the iPhone made perfect sense to me.  Having owned an iPod Touch 32GB for 2 years, I know iOS.  I know iTunes, and although I have a love/hate relationship with it does what it needs to do and is easy to do it with.  Plus I love the photography apps on iOS, and now I have a device with a camera, Im going to use them a LOT.  So get used to seeing a few iPhone pictures on here from Instagram, Half-Tone, Lo-Mob, Hipstamatic etc...

The iPhone is lovely.  The size and weight a spot on and the screen is gorgeous after using the BB and the Touch.  The Bold has served me well over the last 18 months, being a very good phone, great for text input.  In fact, I really will miss the hard-key QWERTY of the Bold, it was great and quick to use.  But the iPhone just beats is so easily on every level apart from that.  The touch screen, the resolution, the camera, the messaging apps, the net access, easy of use.  Joyful.

[Books] Jeff Abbott - Fear.

Heard of the author?  Nope, me neither.  This book was liberated from the holiday villa in Mallorca.  I had finished the only book I had taken with me, so started on one of the many they had stashed on the shelves that had been left by previous visitors. Amongst the usual chit-lit there was this, the only one that took my fancy.  The "Tesco Value" sticker should be a pointer as the quality...  I didnt have time to finish it before we had to leave, so took it with me, on the assumption that no-one would miss it, and the fact we were leaving a football and a swimming pool inflatable in exchange. 

So.... well, its an odd one.  Not concerning myself with spoilers with this one.  The basic story is that the main character is on witness protection as killing his best friend during an FBI sting on the mob (how he got involved in the mob is a drawn out affair that I cant be bothered full in, and adds nothing to the story), and he is also seeing a shrink as he is having trouble dealing with his roll in his friends death and his dead mate is haunting him.  Yep, you read the correctly.  His shrink is an expert in PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder, knows he in protection but doesnt know the ins and outs.  She, the shrink, also has other patients all with different PTSD afflictions.  The novel progresses and unravels a story of human drug testing, double agents, rival companies, killings and a cross country chase.  After seeing what he thinks is the shrink blown to bits in a bombing, the "hero" Miles is determined to find out who and why.  This leads him to 2 other PTSD sufferers, the first being a soldier fresh back from Afghanistan and the second being a female reality TV show winner who's boyfriend was killed by a crazed fan whilst she watched.  These 3, along with a cast of others including an ex-FBI killer for hire who's daughter suffers from PTSD, various agents from the rival buyers/pharmaceutical firms and the dead shrinks husband try to find the truth and also help themselves out by getting the drug on trial a proper trail and release.

It's not a bad read by any stretch, but it's hardly up there with the great books of our time.  If it were a film, it would be a Van Damme thriller that stalled in the cinema, was released on DVD and is now shown on repeat on Channel 5.  Good enough to keep you entertained for a few hours, but wont change your life.  The writing is good, the pace nice; but the characters are flat and the ending so trite it makes you feel a little uneasy (the hero and the girl get together on the last page.... original!)  In fact, you dont actually like the characters you are meant to like, and at one point you actually want Miles to be put out of his misery!

If you see it cheap and have a long haul flight, then by all means get it and read it.  Or go for one of the many other books in this mould.