tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30059698146854001672024-02-08T10:59:38.212+00:00hey hey honeypop!Marianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-28362418919837680252013-09-09T21:25:00.000+01:002013-09-09T21:44:53.522+01:00hey hey honeypop show #1
I'm putting on a show, all on my own, for the first time ever and well, it's a hey hey honeypop thing. Hello. Please come to it you're in London. It'll be all acousticky and, as such, possibly wistful and definitely lovely.
hey hey honeypop presents an evening of acoustic pop with:
Pete Green
http://petegreensolo.com
The Understudies
http://theunderstudiesuk.bandcamp.com
Night Marianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-73643215259914291282010-12-12T14:59:00.025+00:002010-12-13T17:26:40.227+00:00Podcast #12: They can't tell us apartThe police over here have just released photos of 14 people who, they claim, contributed to the violence that occurred at last Thursday's student protests. And so the witch-hunt begins. Here, look, here are some more people to stare at. Aren't they beautiful?The slowness and quietness with which this new movement has taken shape is wondrous. It took over a decade of reality TV. Oh, but it must Marianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-54428600029377458352010-08-03T13:44:00.009+01:002010-08-03T15:48:14.536+01:00This is your train driver speakingTonight after work, I'm heading to our monthly pub club (where a bunch of us go to the pub and sit there until we're kicked out). It's an Indietracks Comedown Special and it's not coming a moment too soon: round 2 of my Indietracks comedown hit me good and proper on Sunday night; that slow sorrow that lingers for ages when you realise that, come Monday morning, you become once again a bundle of Marianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-34601410075820503392009-12-06T20:17:00.001+00:002009-12-06T21:00:51.728+00:00Podcast #11: The world lights upThis podcast is as much for anyone reading this blog as it is for me, to help drag myself away from the radiant sadness of the Withered Hand album and that phenomenal video of Linton singing and banging the drums at the Slumberland 20th anniversary show.You can download it here (34 MB)Tracklisting (29' 45")Boyracer - Final dayEggplant - Candy floss conspiracyLaura Watling - Let's goGaze - PeekingMarianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-10154724423886998192009-10-19T10:54:00.009+01:002009-10-19T12:45:58.966+01:00It was never this cold in my dreams and I think I might have fought for the wrong sideHaving no music to listen to on a four-hour train journey is a terrible tragedy. But this time I was travelling on the right side of the afternoon; and because my train was going up and down the Midlands, as some trains tend to do these days, I was looking at familiar fields and forgotten railway stations getting showered with the disappearing sunshine, that last bit of bright light before it allMarianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-411610367114512522009-10-02T06:18:00.009+01:002009-10-05T17:38:48.764+01:00Why stuff is important, parts 3, 4 *and* 5: Striving for the Lazy PerfectionI remember the time and the place and the feeling - that's what's so mad about this record. It was a dark winter afternoon back in the 20th century when I went to Pilgrim, the only indie record shop in Athens, for the tenth time in as many dark winter afternoons and finally, finally they had received the stock from Sarah despite the general strike.It used to take me about an hour and a half to Marianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-19999981747066282232009-07-31T15:24:00.004+01:002009-07-31T15:42:32.829+01:00We like your coat!Last night I was in the pub with Dave waiting for Ian to show up. When he did, he pulled the stool, sat down and said "Fucking hell, this is worse than ever before". He didn't even say hello. Our marathon stroll down memory lane (five days is a long time) included Dave getting up and doing a John Travolta dance, Ian pulling the festival programme out of his bag and going through the schedule, andMarianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-81675573107489351282009-07-17T06:20:00.003+01:002009-09-25T12:37:02.121+01:00Why stuff is important, part 2: Rough BunniesIf I could build a time-machine (it's just laziness that stops me), I'd go back to before the Rough Bunnies' proper website disappeared and read and re-read that brilliant bit in their news section that said "Sorry you can't buy our cds anymore - Anna's mum's computer broke down and we lost all our music". I was crying and laughing at the same time because I was thinking, well, I can't buy them Marianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-49937610249450288402009-07-09T01:15:00.001+01:002009-07-09T15:43:15.324+01:00Podcast #10: The joy of popWe have Indietracks and we have Bristol and we have trains that take us there and harbours to sit by, and we have cups of tea and cheeky bottles of vodka, and so everything that's impossible and heavy and scary gets drowned in those and the joy of pop.What? It's true.You can download the new podcast here (38 MB)Tracklisting (33' 38")Henry's Dress - Definitely nothingFirst Base - I'll be your Marianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-77447117400678204942009-04-17T14:39:00.005+01:002009-04-17T15:48:51.978+01:00A lifetime of pain dramatically punctuated with occasional ecstasyLondon can be horrible. If you’re not feeling too good and life has taken a funny turn or two, it can be an almost unbearable place to live. It’s always packed, hasty, rude and stressful but most of the time I can forgive it because it gives me thrills that I can’t imagine ever getting anywhere else in such quick succession. But carrying a heavy heart and an anxious head around in rainy, dirty Marianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-67078881585469621192009-02-08T23:07:00.003+00:002009-02-08T23:23:12.093+00:00Podcast #9: What matters mostI think tonight I know what matters most and I made a new podcast so I don't forget. You can download it here (35 MB).Tracklisting (38' 34")Pale Saints - You tear the world in twoGirl Alliance - The train to schoolThe Yesterday Sky - A winter's dawnMy Favorite - Burning heartsMousefolk - Don't let me slip awayBetty and the Werewolves - The partyThe Give It Ups - Make and doMascot Fight - Danger Marianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-37131222155779671032009-01-26T13:35:00.004+00:002009-01-26T15:36:09.855+00:00I would rather wait until it's all too lateIf there's one time in my life I look back to with a fondness that borders on n*stalgia, it's the early to mid-1990s when Greek indiepop was carrying me around the way that indiepop does now: a huge wave of fun, unstoppable and sincere, part of nothing and connected to everything. I made so many friends back then, exchanged a ridiculous amount of mixed tapes, went to all the popshows, thought it Marianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-76211248175368466922009-01-18T11:32:00.007+00:002009-01-18T16:05:25.392+00:00Lalalalondon popfestSo what's everyone doing at the end of February?This last week has been all about finally starting to tell the world about our little pop secret and it's such a relief to make it real and see everyone getting so excited. We have friends travelling from all over to be here which makes me feel scared, proud and happy in equal 33.3333% measures. I hope the tube is working that weekend. I hope Marianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-59731339686860632902008-12-13T21:37:00.011+00:002008-12-18T23:58:59.383+00:00Podcast #8: Christmas pop sparkleToday's crazy wind and ruthless rain couldn't take the sparkle away. I haven't decorated or anything but my fairy lights are twinkling all around me and I'm smiling. This podcast is not just about the joy of it all, but don't we all love a good weepy Christmas song? And snow songs are the best.Download it here (30 MB)Tracklisting (32' 43")Tomorrow's World - I don't intend to spend Christmas Marianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-72139152219243081682008-12-04T14:32:00.011+00:002008-12-04T22:51:31.885+00:00Shine like stars London can be frustrating: for one, it's nowhere near Oliver; then it's enormous and I can't even sneak out of work in town to go see the Pains of Being Pure at Heart play an in-store show in Shoreditch; and finally, it's got pubs where you can't get pissed for less than £200. But on Tuesday night, after a depressing day at work, I was walking down Brixton Hill in the freezing cold, hands in Marianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-36631997367264689302008-11-29T21:43:00.011+00:002008-11-30T17:17:01.583+00:00Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!My best friend and his girlfriend had their gorgeous baby boy today and I'm speechless with joy and amazement. The world is just about the loveliest it's ever been and I don't know what to do with myself!Here's a brilliant song to celebrate the birth of sparklybaby! Have a drink for him as well - I just had loads :)Aerospace, 'Pink Boy, Blue Girl'Marianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-48313114833693455762008-11-20T19:36:00.005+00:002008-11-20T20:30:53.705+00:00"Sometimes I can't tell providence from the timetable of my train"Stood in a corner in a tea shop in Nottingham on Sunday, I thought I was dreaming when I heard this.Everything will be OK. It may not feel like it today but we are winning our small battles with sadness every time we listen to a popsong, even a sad one.Marianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-58213682969805641362008-11-14T22:54:00.011+00:002008-12-14T09:48:43.668+00:00Podcast #7: Spine-tinglingYou don't want to be anywhere near me when I'm listening to these songs. Or, I dunno, maybe you do.Download it here (25 MB)Tracklisting (31' 22")The Orchids - I was just dreamingTiny Microphone - You disappearSlumber Party - Never againTompot Blenny - Thinking of ways of keeping you warmSecret Shine - Deep thinkerThe Pains of Being Pure at Heart - Come SaturdayPipas - BarbapapaThe Bird and the Marianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-30786436869357699102008-11-12T11:28:00.003+00:002008-11-12T22:25:49.541+00:00All the good times we ever hadSuddenly there is this, the cutely-named Indiepopedia, a project started by Roque off that dreamy Cloudberry place. It looks lovely and I can’t wait to see it become big and exciting, a great companion to the Tweenet database (which was my Internet when I first logged in, in 1997. I didn’t care about anything else!).For now though, I can’t even think about helping out or contributing anything. I Marianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-13843445728473039192008-11-03T22:52:00.006+00:002008-11-04T09:00:33.255+00:00Silhouette townThe drive past the docks in Grimsby must be breaking the hearts of every single person entering the town. You've come all the way on the noisily unrewarding A180 just to be faced with a pile of derelict buildings left to be eaten by rust and grey skies. It's a hopeless sight. A town at the edge of not quite the county everyone thinks it's in, with its one amazing gift, the sea, being taken away Marianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-69116138225120096052008-10-14T20:24:00.008+01:002008-10-16T00:04:23.178+01:00Ambition is pollutionA friend of mine was blogging the other day about his new indiepop dance night, wondering why he felt deflated during the second one of those. Earlier that day I was having a look at the playlist from that night and swooning because it was one marvellous song after another and, as I've really missed dancing with abandon, I was imagining myself there that night, imagining the breathlessness and Marianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-69112055302763499982008-09-01T00:13:00.003+01:002008-09-01T00:55:14.689+01:00Podcast #6: Dance around the livingroomGo on, dance!One of my favourite things about living in a top floor flat and not being overlooked is that I can dance around without anyone noticing. Apart from the kitchen - I've had the neighbours watching me there before (they liked it). But yes, it really is great and it makes me even happier than seeing people smiling to themselves in the street, which I think it's the loveliest thing of Marianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-24427779700894633362008-08-30T21:27:00.003+01:002008-08-31T11:21:23.954+01:00End of play todayI need to do a new podcast, listen to a gazillion seven-inches that I haven't had time to even look at since they arrived in the post, reply to friends' emails, think of where to put all those books that are coming from Brussels via Athens, learn computer geekery and understand what happens in cricket (again). I hate how much time jobs steal from us and how they make our brains shrink. My memory Marianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-89160921526026911362008-08-11T21:44:00.005+01:002008-08-11T22:29:56.770+01:00You can keep your culture, you can keep your moralsThe Deirdres are not a band: they are a precious poetic ideal and a vulnerable one at that. Something to be protected and cherished; something that sits outside reality. There is no calculation in what they do. Their songs are systems of resistance and those of us who dance around at their shows become part of that moment when intelligence and nonsense are finally one, as they should be, and the Marianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005969814685400167.post-90130217592426061202008-07-31T14:03:00.007+01:002008-07-31T15:54:25.777+01:00It lingers brightly tooEveryone's reading fanzines in the morning at the campsite, fried bread and baked beans, taking 20 minutes to walk 10 feet because of all the hugs, veggie burger and a cup of tea at the café, surrounded by friends, pretty Swedish girls hanging out in the toilets, Colin Clary's hips and Max's crazy barytone voice, David dancing, Stuart asks The Smittens to play one more song, Amy's felt badges (I Marianthihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10916881789046735215noreply@blogger.com0