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The minute Elbow started their show with most of the band members blowing trumpets, I knew we were in for a treat. I've loved Guy Garvey's voice from the moment I first heard Leader of the free world on MTV, but I'd never seen the band live before.

This was my first show in a long time. I've been lazy about going to gigs, skipping most of the ones I'd bought tickets for this year. I'm glad it was a good one.

There's something quite moving about Elbow's songs and Garvey's voice in particular, which is often compared to Peter Gabriel's. I hear it too. It's that other wordly vibe that Gabriel has in spades. It's more subtle in Elbow's lead singer, but it still affects my tear ducts. I felt myself welling up a number of times, particularly during the first 15 minutes of the show.

Elbow is a band I like, but have never invested in before. Haven't bought their albums, haven't learned their history. I didn't even know the singer's name before last night. I don't know what the songs are about, but now I'm eager to find out.

No pro cameras allowed at this show, so I only took a couple.

Easter. Wanted to travel, but everywhere was too wet, too cold, too dear. And so I am rewatching Battlestar Galactica, Season 1, for the fourth or fifth time.

Starbuck: Now, if you were human, you'd be just about ready to start offering up some false information about the location of the nuke. Some tiny thing that might get you a reward and maybe spare you a few minutes of this. But then I keep forgetting, you're not human. You're a machine.
Leoben: I am more than you could ever imagine. I am god.

Battlestar Galactica is a weird show for me. I stopped watching it back in 2003 when the first season was in progress, finding it too dark for my mood back then. I like darkness a lot, but at the time I wasn't up for it. When my head was in a better place, I started re-watching everything and now think it's fantastic. I can't wait for more and I am sad it's ending, but happy it will end before it starts to suck. I'm also pleased a spin off, Caprica, will be made.

Starbuck: Permission to speak off the record, sir?
Tigh: Granted.
Starbuck: You're a bastard.

The strange thing is I don't like anybody in the show. 'Like' on lots of levels. I am not a fan of any of the actors, I don't find anyone particularly attractive, I don't care much for them as individual characters... they're all bastards. But I love the show, love the ensemble, love how they interact, love the way everything looks and I love how smart the show is and how it touches on various political and religious topics.

Romo Lampkin: There is no greater ally, no force more powerful, no enemy more resolved, than a son who chooses to step from his father's shadow.

If I had to pick a favourite on the show, it would probably be Romo Lampkin, who only appears in a handful of episodes in Season 3. Played by the always charming British actor Mark Shepard (Firefly, Medium)  Romo's presence managed to make me forget the utter drudgery of the Starbuck/Anders relationship, if only because I kept wondering why Shepard was putting on an Irish accent for the part.

Shepard himself is a fan of he series, he called it 'the most political show on television' in a Q&A session last year and practically begging Ron Moore, the show's creator, for a part. His love for the material shines through in his performance.

Baltar: Congratulations... You're not Cylon. 100% human, and very, very bright green as well... You couldn't be more human if you tried.

BSG in ways is like the West Wing, another show so dense I can watch it again and again and again and never get bored. What's so good about Battlestar Galactica is that it's not about the scifi, just like the West Wing wasn't about the President. It's about us. Which everybody who is watching the show already knows, but now you know too.

I'm bloody tired of those Taiko drums though.

Dragons, from Bristol, are an ok band, they do give it their all. Wearing shades indoors though... I think only really big rock stars can pull it off. The singer looks a little like Jim Kerr and a lot like one of my colleagues, which was a little weird. Musically they're not even pretending not to be utterly worshipping at the altar of Joy Division, with a little Depeche demi-goddery on the side. Despite the dark sounds they managed to create a bit of a hallelujah-vibe. Perhaps it was the singer's reaching out to heaven and falling to his knees that did it.

The support act, Huron, also played the JD/Cure and Xymox field, but their American singer (who looked more than a little bit like Chris Moyles, poor sod), infused some roots elements not unlike The Cult.

'I've had it with all these new bands,' said a friend of mine earlier this week, 'they all sound the same.' She's right, you know. I'm bored. It's time for something new, this 80s revival is getting on my nerves.

"White people cannot get enough of 80s music, partially out of nostalgia, and partially since it was the last time that pop music wasn't infused with hip-hop or R n' B stylings."  (from Stuff White People Like)

I didn't bring my 'real' camera, so all I got was a shot with my Ixus. Excuse the grain.

Now that I have had my Asus EEE for a week and have taken it for a test run in the field I think it's time to jot down some thoughts.



The EEE pc is one of the most satisfying buys ever. It weighs nothing. I don't even feel I'm carrying it. Despite that, it doesn't look cheap or feel like a toy. (I can't vouch for the other colours, but the black version looks like an ordinary laptop. Just a lot smaller.) There's no reason not to pop it into my bag and take it everywhere I go.

It works (after plugging it in and/or charging it) out of the box, starts up in 10 to 15 seconds, has a preinstalled interface that anyone can understand, comes with oodles of software including games, an open source office suite, Firefox, Thunderbird, excellent WiFi, a photo viewer/slideshow, screen capture, a news reader, IM client, Skype, etc, etc.

While I'm not completely new to Linux, I'm not that familiar with it either. I use *nix commands on the server that hosts my sites, but my home and work desktop PCs have always run Windows or a Mac OS. So I don't know much about the various incarnations of Linux.

The EEE runs a custom Asus version of Xandros by default. Once I switched from the 'Easy' desktop environment to Advanced it looks a lot like a rip off of Windows XP - which is almost disappointing. It's not the most exciting look. But I didn't know Linux GUI's were this advanced. I thought there'd be more command line stuff to get to grips with, but you get lots of menus and right click options, just like in XP. Again... that's almost disappointing. I guess that's why they called it "EEE, Easy to learn, work and play".

The trackpad does the job, but isn't great for prolonged usage. It is small and the left and right click button feels a little stiff. I plugged in an old mouse which worked really well, so I bought a nice small notebook mouse from Microsoft which works even better. The keyboard could have been better too. I have to hit the space bar pretty hard to make it work and I find touch typing difficult in any other position than seated at a desk.

I mentioned switching to the Advanced desktop. Out of the box, the EEE starts up with an 'Easy' interface, which is just a couple of tabs with large icons on it. If you want to get the most out of the machine, use the Advanced desktop. It used to be an option on the menu, but Asus decided to market the machine as an appliance rather than a pc, so they took the option out. You have to put it back in. It's pretty easy to do, following these instructions: 'Enable Advanced Desktop mode' from the eeeuser.com wiki. Note that personalising the EEE environment almost always involves opening a terminal window and doing some command line stuff. So stick to Easy mode if that scares you.

The EEE can play quite a few different video formats, even .mkv files, although there were some synch problems with the file I tried. What the EEE can't do is play the ipod compatible formats, mp4/quicktime h.264. But no worries, if you downgrade the supplied mplayer, it will play those as well.

Firefox is preinstalled but the browser's chrome will dominate a large part of the tiny screen. You'll have to fiddle with settings a bit to make better use of your real estate. In fact, Opera seems to be the better choice, especially if you use that browser's fit-to-width option. You'll have to install Opera and then customise it following instructions from the the eeeuser.com wiki to make the most of the space you have.

To make your EEE a portable jukebox, ideally you'd want to install a bittorrent client, but I haven't got round to that. I tried a Firefox torrent extension, but could not get it to work. For now I've settled for a Limewire clone called Frostwire. I'm not a big fan of the Gnutella protocol, since I prefer the high quality rips found elsewhere, but it will have to do for now.

Wrapping up this review, the Asus EEE is a fantastic little computer. If you get one, spend some time customising it with help from the EEE user community. Buy a small mouse. You'll need at least some extra storage so one or two SD cards will come in handy, and/or a USB flash stick. And remember, if your system dies while you're customising it, you can easily revert to factory settings by hitting F9 during start up.

Photographers should consider this set up for a great portable storage and post-processing solution.

I'm sorry, but the first scene made me laugh so hard I couldn't take the rest of the story seriously at all. Because Barrowman running in and shout-acting 'Stop, nobody touches him until I get back, is that clear...'? That wasn't television. That wasn't a musical. That was the local elementary school's 6th form's first rehearsal of the drama teacher's play.

Verdict: Really, really bad Buffy, without the making sense.

Was I looking forward to a double bill of Torchwood last night? Hell, yeah! But when I switch on the computer my brain just goes *poof* and it was midnight before I looked up and realised I'd missed both episodes. Still, ve haf vays and means... it was 1am when S2e05 came in, and 1.45 am when 06 automagically arrived. So no live blogging this time, sorry folks, I'll try to do better next time.

Holy mackerel, 'Adam' was good. This was the first episode of Torchwood that I don't feel like bitching about. How can it possibly be written by the same person who wrote the previous dirge of an episode, ' Meat'? 

Barrowman! Way to tone down the musical theatre vibe. Yeah, he was still over the top, but it fit right in with the madness of the episode. Great to get a bit of Jack back story. Ianto... he's still got an ugly cry on him, but when he channeled the psycho killer he was truly frightening.

I must be starting to care for this bunch of oddballs, because I felt genuinely creeped out by the fact that the alien had messed with their memories and screwed up their personalities and relationships. I wanted the old team back, stat! Poor Rhys, I felt so sorry for him. Toshiko and Owen's personality switch was comical more than anything else, though Naoko Mori showed her vamp is far more convincing than her geek.

The guy who played the monster of the week, living off of the memories of our heroes, did a great job, particularly in the final scenes with Jack. He had a real genuine old school tragic villain vibe about him, sort of a throwback to older episodes of Doctor Who or Blake's 7 that I enjoyed as a kid.

So... creepy, funny, poignant... a big fat A from me. Yeah, I really prefer this series when it's mostly about human behaviour and doesn't have to rely on cheap CGI.

Reading Matthew's 'premature evaluation' of R.E.M.'s upcoming album Accelerate, I realised I'd never posted my thoughts on the two shows I saw the band do in Dublin last summer. I did write about it on my Dutch music blog, but even fewer people probably read that than visit over here. So here's a quick translation.

'This is not a show,' says Mike Mills, addressing the crowd through a megaphone. It's not a gig, it's an 'exercise in terror and music', Stipe explains, 'We are R.E.M. and this is what we do when you're not looking.'

But this time we are looking. Stipe may not be wearing make up and he may be cheating with the lyrics, using printed sheets and a MacBook on an upturned flight case, it's still R.E.M. on stage: the three members of the band, guest guitarist Scott McCaughey and drummer Bill Rieflin.

We are in Dublin's beautiful Olympia Theatre, a small Victorian venue in the middle of the city. This is the location R.E.M. has picked for five nights, trying out the songs they are recording with producer Jacknife Lee in a studio in county West-Meath.



It's not the first time R.E.M. has picked an Irish studio to record in. 'Uncle' Stipe has godchildren in this country, he's part the U2 family in the broadest sense of the word. It's like the mafia, once you're in, you're in for life.

Bono and The Edge are present at the first two shows of the five night run. Stipe thanks them from the stage, for their support and 'for keeping me grounded'. The band's real relatives have flown in too. On the fourth night, Stipe is telling the audience a story and when he uses the word 'blowjob' he suddenly buries his bright red face in his hands. 'I forgot we've got family members in tonight, young ones too... well, if you didn't know that word before...'

He's very talkative in between the songs. They play eleven new tracks every night as well as various oldies from their first couple of albums. They fit in with the new songs the best. For the first time, Stipe explains his obscure lyrics, telling us what the stories are about and shedding light on the art of songwriting. On the third night the old songs are mostly off Fables of the Reconstruction, on the fourth it's even further back to Chronic Town, Murmur and Reckoning.

The tickets to these shows were exclusively sold via R.E.M.s mailing list, so the people in the audience are mostly big fans, hearts ready to burst. No hits. It's the dream of every super fan. 'I hadn't heard this song in 24 years until this afternoon,' Stipe says, holding the lyrics in his hands. We savour obscure tracks like West of the Fields, Wolves Lower, Carnival of Sorts, 1000000, Harborcoat, Second Guessing and These days.



The new songs work well in the live setting, sounding like vintage R.E.M. already, with added power courtesy of Bill Rieflin's power drumming. In 'Horse to water' you feel the fire of Gravity's Pull, and the ballad 'Until the Day is Done' is a gorgeous 'King of Birds'-type ballad. The band was hurt by the slating their last album Around the Sun got in the press and determined to strike back. The songs aren't finished yet, that much is obvious when Stipe changes lyrics on his MacBook in our presence, or when guitarist Peter Buck stops a song to explain the middle eight to bass player Mike Mills. But they're getting there.

The band sounds great, a full rich sound, crystal clear even on the upper balcony of the venue. U2's sound engineer of the last 30 years, Joe O'Herlihy, is manning the soundboard, doing a great job. Whether the band has managed to capture that sound on record, we'll find out in April.

No, I'm not a fan of 30 Seconds to Mars, but what else do you do when you arrive in Dublin on the late flight and don't fancy an early night in your grotty hotel?

For the first time in their career the band played two shows on the same night, to accomodate the demand for tickets while dealing with a tight schedule. All of emo-Ireland gathered at The Ambassador, a worn out venue that used to be a cinema and will soon be a library, if I'm not mistaken.

The horde of teenagers was clad in black, pretty features enhanced with thick mascara. Emo kids, comparable to 80s Goths, but somehow sexier. Self assured, more money in the pocket, designer accessories in the bag. I have never seen so many digital cameras at a show. It's fun to watch them have so much fun.

Jared and his band rushed through the first concert on the night. They were late and half their gear was stuck in traffic somewhere. The younger fans had to make do with a 40-minute show, but the grave yard shift sort of got their money's worth. It takes 60 minutes for the band to play their second album Beautiful Lie in its entirety, in sequence, from 'Attack' to the hidden track and Bjork-cover 'Hunter'.

Sparks flew. The band are well rehearsed, professional but not coasting. They seemed to be enjoying themselves too, and though you never know with these L.A. boys, genuinely surprised by the Irish crowd's vocal fervour.

Leto - a good frontman, not a bad actor, I don't really believe his flimsy lyrics - wrapped himself in an Irish flag and donned a hat. For a moment his strutting reminded me of the young Bono, though the music pummelled, never really soared the way the Irish band's would. Playing without their own light show or P.A. has brought the band closer the audience, Leto said: 'Thank you so fucking much.'

A friend invited me to facebook. I had previously decided not to join, but what the hell, I click on the link and fill in the registration form...

... and I'm informed my name 'contains too many words'.

Eleven years ago, I saw British comedian Eddie Izzard perform a show in Amsterdam. Not long after, I set up a website about him, which ran in various incarnations from '95 to '2000. It was my most succesful website, at least until we set up Whedonesque.com.

I hooked up an old HD to my computer yesterday, and found the most recent backup of the site, made just before I took the site off line in 2000. Among the files were two original pieces I wrote. They are a review and an interview, both of which I'd like to share with you again, starting with the review.

I've also put part of the site back online, not originally created by me, but given to me to host. It gives me great pleasure to present: Pantscat!, an early Izzard creation.

The review follows after the break. I haven't followed Izzard's career the past five years. I stopped 'believing' and thought he was a bit too calculating, too eager in the quest for fame. Not a lot of soul. Then I just lost interest. But this was written at the height of my comparatively brief obsession with the man who said 'Jam!'