Everything feels like a strange sort of limbo at the moment.

Work has picked up a whole hell of a lot andd it’s not taking much effort to not be miserable there. Alongside all that is actual work and indeed deadline stress. I worked late this week for the first time in a long time. So that’s good.

Outside of work there’s been a bit going on. Yesterday I had a few friends around for lunch and then an afternoon of playing some Xbox. The evening was around to the pub where some others joined us for a late night. Good fun throughout.

I’m off to see The Frames on Tuesday night which I’m looking forward to a whole lot. They were awesome in Sheperds Bush a few weeks ago and I’m hoping for more of the same. Then the weekend. I’m not able to make V-Mas which I’m annoyed about as I’m off to see Velvet Revolver in Hammersmith. That too should be a good gig, the reviews of nights to date have all been positive. Shame on the clash 🙁

A friend brought The Killers album into work on Friday. It went around a couple of us and I was very pleasantly surprised by it. Enough to go out and buy it. Track 4 Somebody Told Me is a major standout. Up there with Franz Ferdinand for a band that I shouldn’t like but I do, quite a bit.

It’s been a strange one for music lately. I heard Nick Cave’s Fifteen Feet Of Pure White Snow and was blown away by it. I never got into his stuff at all but I love this track. As soon as I get into a store I’ll buy the album for it alone. I’m hoping it lives up to it.

Halloween weekend, I was in the pub with some of the lads having a drink after work.n One of the other pubs was having a themed evening, Dead Rock Stars for dressup. We were generally scoffing at it. Until the thought struck, what if you took it a step further and played only music by dead rock stars. This thought snowballed onwards and a pen and paper was quickly found. Thus we spent at least two hours coming up with a complilation of dead artists (or group members to get Metallica, Stones etc). We listed a good 70 songs and I’ve been collecting ’em up to make the CD. That was how I heard Led Zepplin’s Immigrant Song for the first time. Again, wow. I’ll post the full playlist when it’s done.

More and more I’m starting to regret having my hair cut off. I don’t really want to go through the years it took to get it that long again. Beard is still in a limbo state of it’s own. We’ll see about that one in another few weeks.