Franz Fridays
I have been on Franz Ferdinand's website about a million times and didn't even realize that the boys from the band kept a blog. I've been reading it all day, and I have to say that it's hilarious with amazing writing. Witty. Clever.
While I was reading though, I found one of Alex's posts and thought I would be unimaginative and steal his words to put up on mine, just because I feel like it and don't have anything important to say. Hey, I am crediting him.
Anyhoo, here it is. Franz Friday.
Glasgow
28 07 04
Well, I’m still flying, completely elated after T in the Park.
We signed so many odd items in the NME tent. A girl took her knickers off and laid them between Bob and me. Quite a few wee guys wanted me to give them my tie. I didn’t. We had a portakabin backstage for a dressing room which we shared with the Scissor Sisters. We’ve played quite a few shows with them recently and they travel with a steamer thing that takes the creases out of clothes. Every gig, we get steaming with the sisters before we play. Kim Deal came to say hello again. She is very sweet, reminding me of a cross between Paul’s wee sister and Paul’s mum.
It’s strange to be back in my flat again. The plants have grown, as has the pile of unpaid bills. The beetles that used to live under the cupboards (wrigglers and crunchers) have been replaced by big spiders. It’s like progressing to the next level of a computer game, where the layout is the same as the previous level, but the monsters have changed appearance and characteristics. When I come back next, I’m hoping for mice. There’s food in my freezer which has been there for over two years. I’m going to eat as much of it as possible tomorrow as an experiment. There’s a stew I made with the leftovers after Christmas 2002 in a poly bag. It’s the same shape it was when I sat it on the wire shelf.
I got an email from a friend of mine who's been living in Angola for a while. He saw me on the box in a café there, talking about how we made the video for ‘take me out’ or something. I think it was a bit of a shock, as last time I saw him, nobody knew what we were up to outside Glasow, never mind Angola. He said he saw someone die of rabies recently - a lot of frothing at the mouth apparently.
Went round to see my mum and dad today. Fixed up my old bike and had a little ride. I went to the dentist for a check-up. The hygienist showed me how to floss my teeth. Apparently you take the piece of thread and pass it between your teeth. This removes plaque. Last time, she showed me how to use a toothbrush. Apparently the friction of the bristles against the enamel of the teeth removes plaque. I’m hoping that next time she might show me how to bite effectively, or pick my nose perhaps. I’m sure my technique can’t have been that good for all these years.
I met a couple of friends after T in the park. One was telling me about the ‘back to work’ week of training that the employment service is forcing her to go on. Apparently it’s advisable to wash before going to an interview for a job. I wonder if my hygienist is moonlighting. Paul told me about a guy he was on one of those courses with who said ‘I had a job once… punched some cunt in the face, so they gave me the sack…’.