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'Difficult second albums' are a rock and roll cliché. But I threw this little poser into the discussion last night - breakthrough second albums. We based the criteria on a change in musical direction, rather than an improvement on the first release. As this was 3am and the gin was flowing freely my fellow musos could only come up with a handful, there will doubtless be more:
Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique
My Bloody Valentine - Isn't Anything
Blur - Modern Life is Rubbish
Adam and the Ants - Kings of the Wild Frontier
Husker Du - Zen Arcade
The Verve - A Northern Soul
Wedding Present - Bizzaro
Nirvana - Nevermind
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5.6.04 21:41
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To catch up with goings on at FUKD plc I lunched with The Fatman. It seems my erstwhile protégé Undermanager has crossed paths with Mr Motivator once too often and suffered the consequences. Telling a vicious little psychopath like Mr Motivator to go fuck himself and getting away with it requires a lighter touch than Undermanager posses.
He's not been sacked of course. A deft reorganisation puts him directly reporting to his most despised co-worker.
Along with his excellent taste in women (Blonde Poppet was a longstanding object of his sweaty-palmed desires); you've got to hand it to Mr Motivator - when it comes to twisting the knife, there's an evil genius behind those cold dead eyes. An almost Room 101 ability to zero in on people's frailties.
However, in happier news, it seems that Mr Motivator himself may be due for a little reorganisation of his own. He doesn't know it yet, but his destiny awaits in (irony of ironies) Staff Development. I've asked to be kept informed of progress, so that the moment the announcement is made I can be the first to phone up and congratulate him on his 'promotion'.
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5.6.04 22:27
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Out to dinner with my old boss from FUKD plc. He left a few months after I did to join Amalgamated Widgets. It seems the move has not been a great success. The MD and DMD at Widgets are a couple of brianiacs who ditched high flying consultancy jobs to have a play at running a company. They're giving my old boss a spanking on a regular basis because his numbers don't add up at the weekly trading meetings. He was never one for detail, and they're obviously taking great pleasure putting him through the mill.
Which is where the dinner, and the job offer comes in. Basically he wants to take me on (at admittedly a substantial package) to handle the detail with the MD while he gets on with the broad strokes. Mmmm crossing biros with a couple of bored accountants on a weekly basis - what fun.
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6.6.04 21:26
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I'm back out with the girl next week. I bailed on our last meeting due to having to 'work late' - she doesn't know me very well so I can get away with an excuse like that. Yet still she phones and txt'd. It seems my plan of letting it whither away and not return her calls has now become me unwittingly playing 'hard to get'. So I still need an exit strategy for this one. As this will effectively be our third 'date' if I don't think of something soon I'm probably going to have to sleep with her, just out of good manners........
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6.6.04 21:44
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What a feeling
After watching the somewhat dull 'Save the Last Dance' on TV I thought I'd go back and rewatch the far superior 'Flashdance'. It stuck me that 'Flashdance' is probably the quintessential 80s movie - the glossily preposterous dance routines; the soft rock sound tracked arc welding; the hunky beau's Porsche. But the real clincher is the people who made it: Directed by Adrian Lynne; Executive Producers Peter Gruber & Jon Peters; Music by Giorgio Moroder; Screenplay by Joe Eszterhas; Produced by Don Simpson and Jery Bruckheimer.
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9.6.04 20:18
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So the girl phones to firm up the arrangements for Friday. And she's like
"Hey since you're driving back from the meeting why don't you come straight to mine first and change"
sneaky sneaky
And the evening will progress:
"Oh, you can leave your car there, the bar's just round the corner"
"Oh, why don't you just come in for a coffee"
"Oh!"
then again I seem to be devoting a disproportionate amount of my time and energy avoiding sleeping with this girl.....
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9.6.04 20:33
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Darwin in action
I happened on a copy of Arena. I rarely read men's style magazines, finding them vacuously narcissistic. Although their pseudo tough articles are occasionally <unintentionally> amusing - interviews with retired hitmen; Ray Winstone; SAS drill instructors - vicarious living for dickless middle managers who think a walk on the wild side is engaging the kick-down on their 5 series.
This month is was 'Top 50 guilty pleasures', those things it's oh so naughty to like. Fatuous rubbish on the whole, although number 47 struck a chord - 'Eleven-year old rat boys on BMXs getting smacked by cars after weaving about in traffic'.
As I was driving back from the meeting on Friday, a couple of scroats pulled out of a side road on an unregistered (and doubtless uninsured) motorbike. I confess to being momentarily conflicted. Would seeing them both disappear under the wheels of the hire car really be such a bad thing? It's not like we'd be losing a cure for cancer after all? But, since I had places to go (and I suppose, people to do...), I let the ABS kick in. Expanding the distance to safety, they sped off, screaming the customary obscenities.
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13.6.04 00:10
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