The Shins, Blake Ritson and Pillows with Nose

I am tired. No. I think fatigue is a more appropriate word. Was out in Buchanan St. the whole morning browsing for maternity cloths, walked up to the Central Station to the Ticket Scotland counter, only to find a long queue. Pff...

Passed the Cineworld, tempted to watch “Factory Girl”. It’s about Andy Warhol and his muse. Could be interesting. I will wait for Union Guy so we could go to the movies together later.

Union guy is coming this Saturday. Planned to catch some live concerts with him in Glasgow while he’s here. I know Travis and The Shins will be playing Carling Academy and Barrowland while he’s here. I am not so optimistic in getting any of the tickets. Look what happened when Arcade Fire was in town last week. Tickets were sold out within hours. Anyhow, I got into the queue and waited for my turn. Oh, look, The Ampheteaminies will be playing King Tuts, whoever they are.

When I said “Travis”, the saleswoman shook her head and said “sorry dear, tickets a’ finished”. Then, I gave The Shins a try. She nodded and announced she had 5 more to sell. I said great and asked for 2. I know Union Guy is not keen of The Shins. He might just said “Yeah, I saw the Shins” similarly like how I felt about watching the complete Stone roses. Whatever. I liked The Shins (whether or not Natalie Portman declared your life will not be the same after you hear this band) and I guessed it will be a great show for me.

Felt some light flutters in my womb. The baby’s moving, I guessed. Or just hungry. Wait seminit, dear. I consoled it. Mommy needs to go to Fopp and buy some books. The one in Argyle St. is much more larger than the one in Byres Road. Union Guy would just build a tent in front of the shop and buy CDs or DVDs throughout his stay. You got Kurosawa or Bergman or Hitchcock film boxes at quite reasonable price. And we are talking about the whole set. Unabridged and uncensored.

Bought John Harris’s account of Britpop and Blair – The Last Party, Giles Foden‘s Ladysmith and to balance the politics, pop and history, I bought Peat bog Fairies ‘s CD – rock, funk and Celtic fused together for a yummy sound. Scottish music is very interesting, me thinks. I mean, yes, you got the melodic pop of Belle & Sebastian churning funk and soulful songs, but you also have some local bands that never made it – (commercially AND/OR internationally success, like Primal Scream, Teenage Fan Club, Franz Ferdinand or Snow Patrol) like Idlewild or De Rosa, which is rich with their home grown sounds that are found to be more of local delights than perhaps international British darlings.

As of tonite, Wikied and googled Blake Ritson but to no avail. He must be a very new British actor. He looks like Adrien Brody and I do have a thing for men with long distinctive nose. I mean, look at Union guy himself. Or maybe just because I missed Union Guy…wait, why these pillows appear to be growing long huge nose? See?

Need some sleep, badly.