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UPCOMING SHOWS

Monday 27 February 2006
LAURA J. HUNTER
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Ugly Bloke
Lewis Denby
(The other support act is called Ugly Bloke. The listing isn't implying that I am ugly.)
NEW ROSCOE, LEEDS. £3 ENTRY

Saturday 18 March 2006
DOCSTOC Festival
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PRIMROSE, WOODHOUSE, LEEDS. £3 ENTRY

Thursday 23 March 2006
Lewis Denby with a few other people and all.
CARDIGAN ARMS, KIRKSTALL. £4 ENTRY
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Willy Mason

Willy Mason is perhaps my god.

Of course, it's a big claim, and one that I'm entirely unable to properly justify, particularly since - gasp! - I don't even own his apparently ingenius album 'Where The Humans Eat'. However, from the stuff I have heard, and from last night's amazing experience, I'm pretty much prepared to begin worshipping him at once.

Lyrically the man pisses all over Bob Dylan from a fucking bridge. His beautiful, touching, hauntingly poignant poetry hung in the air magnificently last night, ringing out through the PA system and floating around the Brudenell like fairy dust. It was the sort of lyricism that makes me refer to it in horrible, horrible, clichéd metaphors such as that one. It was special.

People talked, because people are fucking half-wits, but from the front where Ruth and I were the chatter was practically inaudible, and the quiet from in front of the stage allowed for some real 'getting into the vibe' of the music. It wasn't difficult. Mason's guitar playing skill, songwriting ability, and aforementioned lyrical dexterity all made for a superbly engrossing evening. Meeting the man himself afterwards, I'm sure I came across as more than a bit of a fanboy, but sod it. He's a great gent, really down to earth and in it for the love of the biz as opposed to the $$$ or anything. I liked that.

Things are going moderately okay at the moment, a lot of shit that's been going on is pretty much sorted out and I just need to start getting back on top of everything and stop being a fucking twat about some things.

That is all. Peace out, all.
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Myspace

Got a new Myspace thing going. You can find it at www.myspace.com/lewisdenbyuk - feel free to add me for a chat and what have you.

I also plan to start updating this thing more soon. Gig on 27th, by the way... easing my way back into this live performance shiznay.
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Vulnerability

Yes, I'm aware I never linked to The Phone Call when it was done. That's because we had audio issues and compression issues and ARGH and I'm still not sure if it's fully sorted yet.

In the meantime, we made this. It's called 'Vulnerability', it's about six minutes long, and... well, you can read the synopsis there. It could be triggering to those in a similar position to the lead character, so do be warned. However, we'd love it if you could take a look and give us some feedback.

Even better, if anyone wants to mirror it that'd be beautiful. I fear it will eat my bandwidth whole.
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I'm Luke, I'm five, and my dad's Bruce Lee

Right, I have a bit of a plea for everyone who cares about the state of the pop music industry at the moment.

You know what it's like at the festive season. The music hitting the charts is distinctly bollocks, with the rubbish crappy rubbish obvious sounds making up the vast proportion of the Christmas market. Aside from Eminem's Stan in 2000, I'd be hard pressed to think of a Christmas number one worth caring about in the last decade. It's the norm.

But if you have even the slightest interest in what the general public will be listening to this Christmas, and feel like doing your bit, it is absolutely imperative that you put aside three or four quid on December 12th to purchase JCB by Nizlopi, perhaps the most heartfelt and emotive pop single in years. You might have been linked to www.jcbsong.co.uk at some point lately, as the thing seems to be doing its rounds of the internet. If so, it means your friends are perfect people.

Have a listen, have a read of the story and lyrics, and decide for yourself. Just make sure you decide to buy it.


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Shit and should die.

Now I've always been one to stand up for The Darkness and their securing of the lost art of giving music fans a bit of fun in their listening. They hit a niche and sold a load of records on the basis that they made music which no-one thought they cared about any more, but actually did. It's cheesy, but it's fun.

Still, the new single is absolutely shit and should die.

That is all.
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Challenged Paul to a beard-off for the Christmas Awards. If you're eligible to vote, please do so, for me.

Nipping off to London until the weekend with Media Studies, so miss me.