Everyone laugh now.

 Because I've said so.

And the moral is:

Dating musicians is wrong.

At least that's what Control made me be sure of.


I know i may be a lil retarded, seeing it yesterday, but I really really wanted to see it on the big screen WITH someone who would enjoy. And - that happened! my friend Michal was tapping his fingers in the rhythm just as I did, not mentioning the moment when Love will tear us apart started. He laughs like awfully dubbed Dolph Lundgren in one of his 80s movies, which amuses me.

NOTYVOLE!

V rámci multilinguálnosti tohoto blogu... ne.. lžu .D v rámci toho, aby to bylo každýmu NAPROSTO JASNÝ:

Kdokoli mě protlačí na Rock for People do zákulisí za Kaiser Chiefs aspoň na rozhovor pro IndieRock.cz u mě má.. cokoli! Grafiku, text, dohození nejlepší kamarádky, zvrhlý sex. Cokoli. Koneckonců vám třeba můžu i slíbit, že se vám nikdy nepokusím rozbít stávající vztah .D Sakra, to už je spíš vydírání.

Tuto fotku jsem při stažení na svůj disk nazvala "Tyvole, čum na Kaki!".

Měli byste mi umožnit setkat se se člověkem, který mě přesvědčil, že bubeníci nejsou odsouzeni k tomu být roboty ve tmě bez vlivu, a se člověkem, který mě přesvědčil, že bledí zrzaví chlapi v červeném obleku, ze kterého je pokud možno vidět jejich (erotický) bílý podbřišek, jsou ztělesněním dokonalosti.

I hate the showbiz

..but I miss it.

Played with the Fake Tapes again today - it surely is not what it used to be, but I love the freedom I have playing synth and not drums or, basically, anything else. I have enough time to just dance around and write down everything that comes to my mind. Adam seems pretty enthusiastic about me guesting, while I don't remember when i've got to play on stage for the last time, so I am kinda ... happy... about all this, too.

Um.. nothing else to say. I'll back off to my dark chambers and study. Or I will act I am doing so.

Andrzej pissed me off, but I guess it is partly my fault. Which makes it less sad, at least .P

He sounds like Chris Corner on the Splinter album.

I wanna feel you from the inside

Something in my head has an urge to sing NIN's Closer all the time. Yet starting with "I wanna fuck you like an animal, I wanna feel you from the inside" is surprisingly socially.. improper.

Trent is such a glorious reminiscence of my almost forgotten 7th grader taste in men. I can't remember when I really fancied someone like him for the last time, which is weird, for I used to be MAD for these skinny (why the hell?!?) , dark, long-haired bad guys.

But now.. NOW I've got to post this lil shrine to mr. Reznor, who surely wants to fuck me like an animal (I know, feels kinda rude when written, but when Reznor sings it, it feels R I G H T) (and almost trustworthy)

Adam stole my title!

I really really wanted to use the "Sorry mum..." badge line, but Adam already stole it .D

Last night really rocked.

Look into my eyes and you'll see, I'm the one for you and you for me (they did not play my fave! argh) - I remember only few things from the gig though.
Like...
...dancing to jamiroquai - Karin looked pretty embarassed, but I was happyyyyyy... and drunk. And moneyless. So I got drunk drinking anything karin bought.
...lying on an armchair we found in a park. I was making up a really sexy story about Karin and Šmity, although she seemed to be more annoyed than pleased by the whole thing .D
...we got these badges, I left the "sorry mum" to Karin, I got me the "I was a virgin" one, cause we thought that's what fits me more.

I'm on the highway to hell

I found myself in some mysterious pains on my chest, so this could be my last post, probably.

but before i die, let me post this pretty picture of this friday's maturita ball (pretty much worth full-viewing):


I like it for two simple reasons - there they are, after four years, my elementary school best buddies are still around me - PLUS we all look good in the picture. Usually it's only Soc who's looking nice. Thanks god.

And today i got the synth borrowed. Pity i won't have much more time to play it since i am probably in my way to six feet under. Thanks Destroyer! I hope you'll play some cool tunes on my funeral.

Just like superhero

I kinda *hate* the guy taking pics at Bordo. Or maybe it's just me and I should back off to the back lines. Or wear black (over my face, too). Cause the pics of other ppl he takes aren't bad.

Just like this (sex on two legs) (is it only me or that weird moves bassist do with their right hand fingers turn on some other people, too?) (Just... let your imagination take the instrument away, let the motion, and... aaaw)


obviously very very lost in all kinds of evil ideas about Road Side Mary (which results in this evil picture):


And I was singing Every me, every you w/ Fake Tapes. That was even more evil, I cried all the way to the last strum.

Pros and Cons

+ yesterday's AlejFest was probably the best of all.
- I played just one song.
+ did not screw it up though
- mr. Růžička didn't come to see me playing
+ but he came to the fest, at least!
- to assure me he's not worth the effort
+ but I've met one guy who reminded me of Destroyer
- didn't pay any attention to me
+ until he asked me if I want to play with his band
- which means NO to all emotional or sexual business between the two of us.

Just three things to tell you guys

1) Chippendales rocked! These boys surely know how to make a show, so in the end they are pretty much like the Prostitutes, just more naked. (I would prefer the reversed state so much more)

2)I am probably playing with Park rock again. For you not familiar, Park Rock was my first band ever. Plus, I am playing with Park Rock TOMORROW. So anyone who wishes to point and laugh please come. Cca at 20:00 on the small stage at AlejFest vol III (best event EVAH) , Mlejn.

3)I have a ball dress. Red one. Noone will resist.

I try to give give an ocean directions

(with the best of intentions)

Guess what.
Am off to the IAMX gig.
And talked to mr.R t'day.
And he asked if i could give him some private lessons.
Of ballroom dance.

He realized that it might have sounded weird, so he said he'll think the whole ball dance business over during the weekend.

The phone lives (btw the first k750i's name was mr.Richards. 2nd one was mr.Spider. This one i mr.Loser.) , but cannot read the memory card. Guess I will have to make my mp3 player work again instead.

Music when the lights go out

I feel... well, let's just say I'm not at my best.
I hate music showbusiness even in its lowest form (that's the one I'm in contact with, generally). Since I am no longer an active musician and I don't see it coming in a looong time, it has just lost a big part of attractiveness it had for me. The worse thing is this ruins my personal life... you see... I am not really excited about hearing of my ex-band and pretty much anything that has something to do with it, on the other hand am not very sure if all I say is interesting for the other side.
I wish Karin or me were a guy.

And on top of it all I didn't get the Road Side Mary promos I've requested for my artwork, nobody wrote me a single letter back for my friday night report and I am probably getting no proper evening dress for our maturita ball, cause they're so fu**ing expensive. I can't risk having some improperly done one, to avoid even the tiniest faux-pas during waltz with mr. Růžička. Of whom I've dreamt tonight - we were at some kind of country trip... on running skis.... but the important fact was... he had his BOYFRIEND with him. Oh please no more dreams like that, please, please.

call THE POLICE!

I'm having Sting in my heeeeaaad.

Young teacher, the subject
Of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly
Knows what she wants to be
Inside her there's longing
This girl's an open page
Book marking - she's so close now
This girl is half his age

One has to have at least SOME motivation to show up at school even when the planets aren't in the specific studying constellation (which is every other day, basically).

Like poetry, lyrics mean so much more when you can relate to them, so writing the ultimate words for a song is an impossible thing.

I am electro boooy...

...I am electro giiirl.

It seems like I've found the last bit for my new band. She's young so probably still pretty formative, but there's nothing to form really, cause she likes I AM X and RiD, so no problem.
We're going to that I AM X gig together, I am expecting some MAJOR EXPERIENCE.

Still not having a proper electro pseudonym. Shoot.

Four strings do fit me well indeed

After I found out Karin is UNABLE to stop playing CHORDS ON BASS (great Thunderbird it was, but that didn't help at all), I have started to assume that she would be better as a keyboard player.

From that moment I am pretty over-enthusiastic about creating an electropop trio.

Girl electronica trio sounds too much like Robots in Disguise though.

Today I've cried while watching this music vid. It's just as directly and immediately moving as Brightside, with the difference that this one is SAD in advance!

Heeey...

Is there any possibility that any of you guys would go see I AM X with me?
The last tickets are for sale and I would really go if I just had someone to let the party started.

Chris Corner is sex on two legs. Me likes his queer voice (I don't like all types of queer voices though, if you know what I mean).


White suit with snowy cowboy boots!

Envy!

After a month of painful waiting, my badges are here!

Formed a band, we formed a band

Getting an NME ad in the "form a band" band service wouldn't make much sense though.

Anyway.

I am seeking a KEYBOARD PLAYER with a thing for indie poprock, Kaiser Chiefs, Razorlight, Fratellis etc., doesn't have to be creative, cause we're gonna be just a band of filthy musical criminals.

Then, is there any electroacoustic/electric VIOLINIST? For an Arcade Fir-ish high school band. Some other posts also available. Drums and guitar probably taken though.

Last, a long time forgotten project Fat Bottomed Girls would love to find a girl-Freddie or girl-John Deacon. Basically, any singing or bassing Queen fan.

Watch the news.

Especially BBC will be informative when I'm getting busted for... any of the illegal things I tend to do.

I am almost done packing, my mp3 loaded with I AM X (Very Prostitutes-esque... After Every Party I Die has this bass line which is just like... damn.. help me.) (Corner has more gay voice than Bell though), Kaiser Chiefs (I am going with my fellow chiefettes after all), Muse (The best shag-song-writers, if I am getting tired by the estrogene company), Arcade Fire (want to turn them all to my faith), The Libertines (that's more of a nostalgy than anything else, cause I've been listening to them all the last trip to London) and The Prostitutes (for I'd love to bring girls to next gig of theirs and they seem to be unhappy about their lack of musical knowledge).

I am so gonna forget something ultra-galactically important at home.

*insert wedding march*

Spent some time at a REAL musician wedding. Or, more like a wedding afterparty, actually.

This guy, Canny of Obří Broskev, married the keyboardist, Olga. Canny is Czech RICKY WILSON, but more BRITISH .D despite the fact he sings czech.


And Vondráček w/ Erik, a perspective gay couple. No, no, Erik belongs to Adam V., right?


And to wank my ego (which is probably a disgusting czechism unnaturally brought to english) , here's the U2 tee I've made.