Yes, I’m alive…
… and planning on getting my blogging shit back on track. Not right now though, as I am trying recover from Provinssi Rock. Provinssi is a big festival held here in Finland and I spent yesterday there, getting sunburnt and nearly trampled by rapid Placebo fans. YES I FUCKING SAW FUCKING PLACEBO LIVE FOR THE SECOND TIME YESTERDAY AND IT WAS BLOODY BRILLIANT!!!!!!!!!
Battle for the Sun!
A word of a warning: this will be incoherent fangirly babbling.
Placebo, my most favourite band in the whole wide world, is releasing a new album this year, which quite obviously has made the entire Placebo fanbase go more or less crazy (mainly more). We’ve been waiting for over three years now, and after the last album, ‘Meds’, proved to be a bit of disappointment — at least to me — expectations for new material have been ridiculously high.
Last week the band announced that they’ll announce (yeah…) some exiting news regarding their sixth studio album during the weekend. Unsurprisingly, I was glued to my laptop the whole weekend, refreshing PlaceboWorld every five minutes. And I know I wasn’t the only one. Come Sunday evening, the news finally popped out.
New album ‘Battle For The Sun’ will be released June 8th, there are 4567654 different versions of it (including 76 EUR deluxe box set, five of which contain a golden ticket, Willy Wonka style). The first single, also called ‘Battle for the Sun’ was played yesterday, for the very first time, on BBC 1 (hooray to Internet radio!!) and it was announced that the song will be up for download on their website, FOR FREE!
Everyone thought this was just amazing and Placebo’s official website crashed like 10 minutes after that.
As for the song, it’s fucking epic, man!! I remember hearing the first singles from ‘Meds’ and nearly bursting to tears because they were so disappointing, but now, I can’t stop listening to this song!
Out of the womb and into the void.
One of my oldest friends just became a Mother. Whether she and her son share a birthday (hers was on Saturday, the baby was born either then or already on Friday) is still unclear to me, though I do wish they’d share the day, regardless of my friend stating she’d be forever bitter and extremely jealous of her son if he’d steal her limelight :D
Why am I rambling about my friend’s baby? Because, honestly, it makes me feel… old, I suppose. Or anxious. My old classmates (who were never really close to me) have been pushing out babies left and right, but me? Oh god, I can’t even imagine myself in a semi-serious relationship, let alone responsible for another human being. I can barely take care of myself! Really, if I didn’t put Post-It notes all over the place, I’d probably forget to eat.
The anxiety is actually mainly cause by the questions people smother me with, rather than actually feeling anxious of not having a relationship and/or spawning offspring. ‘So, you seeing someone? No? Oh… Poor thing!’ as if being single and childless would automatically mean I’m miserable.
So people, please, do not assume I cry myself to sleep because I’m on my own and for fucks sake stop acting so goddamn hurt when I say I might not want to have children at all.
Yes, I realise this is all over the place.
P.S. 3 months, 2 weeks and 3 days until I see Morrissey.
P.P.S. Yes, that ^ was really that important.