Song, by Toad is a Fuckwit
Anyone at all surprised? No, thought not. While you sit, either in your office skiving off work or in your dark basements wanking yourselves blind to internet porn, I am down somewhere in the South-ish of England at the End of the Road Festival, enjoying tunes all by myself. All by myself? Well yes, for the scurrilous Mrs. Toad has fled to Australia on the work shilling and will not be accompanying me, so I am going solo. I have an interview or two lined up, which should be nice, and I am planning to share a pint with a certain Growling Gentleman, so I will be entertained, but I guess for the most part I shall be enjoying my own company.
This is not, contrary to appearances, a plea for sympathy. Mrs. Toad and I spent the first two and a half years of our relationship 400 miles apart so, although we are less used to it these days, this is not something that we will find traumatic. In fact it’s quite pleasant really, pottering about by yourself in peace, reading books and going to whatever things catch your fancy. And there’s always the fact that I am sure the Growls will not necessarily want a drunken lush hanging around them all weekend and swearing at their newborn to consider.
The really stupid thing I was alluding to is the fact that I have failed to take Monday off work. I am a retard. The last gig I want to see at EotR is The Twilight Sad who are playing until 1.45am on Monday, with DJs carrying on until three. Somewhere near Salisbury. I then have to be at work in Edinburgh by nine, and we are hugely busy on a very important project and it is way too late to ask for more time off, and it is at least a seven hour drive even if done irresponsibly fast. This has not been well planned really, has it.
Eels – Woman Driving, Man Sleeping
The Men They Couldn’t Hang – Map of Morocco
Boyz II Men – End of the Road Haha – oh yes I have – take that you bastards!
Boyz II Men? Dear oh dear, Mr. Toad, I don’t know whether it’s worse being sincere about it, or being post-modern and ironic about it.
Anyway, enjoy it and I will look forward to reading the interviews. Speaking of which, there is an Emma Pollock one over at 17 seconds…
Ed
My word. The EotR Festival has quite the lineup doesn’t it? I see that a few veterans of the Toadcasts will be performing (Willard Grant Conspiracy, Johnny Flynn, Monkey Swallows the Universe, Howe Gelb). Who do you intend to interview, pray tell? I’ve got tickets to see the Twilight Sad in DC on October 1 and am all a flutter. I’ll be sure to send them your regards if it turns out that you can’t make it. If you do go, the work solution is simple. Feign illness. In fact, if you indulge enough down south you may not need to feign it.
Matthew, you’re making me tired just thinking about doing that. Actually I don’t think I’d fancy driving for 7+ hours after a festival never mind to go straight to work. Without sleep. I’m off for a lie down.
ah, buck up and quit yer complaining! you’re young, you can do it! this is why god made coffee, so you can go see your beloved band and still function at work the next day.
Congrats on your mention in The Guardian Weekend Blogroll column.
That should either cheer you up or drive you closer to an all encompassing despair.
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Only just noticed that one – bit of a result that. I love the Guardian actually, and I’m genuinely chuffed that they mentioned me.
It was just depressing that out of all the posts I’ve written where I’ve attempted to say at least one interesting thing per post, they chose the one with the crazy person freaking out to link to.
What about the quality work, people?
Oh, and here I am at work everyone, although I can’t do much more than stare ahead of me in a slightly senile facsimile of concentration.