Considering writing about American Idol again due to the brilliance of Casey Abrams, the beauty and softness of Paul McDonald's voice, the insanity of Jacob Lusk, and the need to tell Brett Lowernstern that he's too young and sweet to sing 'Light My fire'. But mainly because of Casey Abrams and the joy of hearing Screaming Jay Hawkins (or Nina ( Read more... )

I recently had the longest, most frustrating journey to America I have ever taken and during the 12 ½ hrs we spent on the plane I thought I would make the most of my time and actually write something. However what actually happened is I would start writing something and then get stuck with where I was going to take it. And while I am going to write ( Read more... )

I’m sitting in a park in the middle of Brighton writing this on my lunch hour so if you saw someone typing away who looked like they couldn’t really see the screen because of the sun it was very possibly me. I actually have time to write this today because, along with the rest of the world, I am still not on the bloody plane I was supposed to be on ( Read more... )

So with the quotation from my least favourite song on Adam Lambert's album, an album I genuinely love (a little to my surprise to be honest), I will not regale you with a tale of why my weekend has been epically shit (although today has been wonderful and I might be a little sunblushed). Instead I will just inform you that it has been one big ( Read more... )

So yesterday night I said that I would be back today with some praise, which will be a rarity as far as this season goes; I don’t know, it just all feels so different from last year where Kris and Adam could both bring out over a page of effusive praise and analysis (pretentious wank if you will) without ever really trying. I know, as a lot of you ( Read more... )

Typing this is not going to be as easy as usual, literally, because my recent gym kick (two weeks of actually exercising) means that I can now barely move my arms. This is bad because not only is use of your arms a good thing but also my attempt at learning how to play ‘I Am The Walrus’ has been halted. Admittedly the second one is probably good ( Read more... )

While I’ve not been putting this off due to a lack of knowledge about what I was going to write, more a busy social life, the lack of a clear idea of what I was going to say about the contestants has been a problem. What is there to write about Tim Urban that hasn’t already been said hundreds of times, and most succinctly by Simon this week? What ( Read more... )

Okay, this is just a quick note to say why there hasn't been a part two of the Week That Sucked Life Out Of Music!

First it started with the, for me, brilliant news that I was too busy to write it last week. Then Saturday came and it turned out I was too lazy. Sunday brought the busy again and now, due to the O2 Arena's annoyingly poor seating I ( Read more... )

I have to admit that I was naive and, after last week’s Rolling Stone Week wasn’t as atrocious as I thought it was going to be, I was hopeful that the contestants would have gotten hold of themselves by now and produced a Top 11 to make us sit up and take notice. Obviously, I was wrong. You see, last week I was a little harsh on the contestants but ( Read more... )

Firstly, I want to apologise for some of my spelling/grammar errors in the last part and this one. Normally my dyslexia means that I treble check stuff before posting but I’m just really rather tired this weekend (which may or may not be caused by a new and at times stressful job and a Friday and Saturday night of drinking with friends) and can’t ( Read more... )