Seven Nation Army

And then I found this which also made me laugh :)

One of the better Radio 1 DJs:



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Undercover Martyn

Glastonbury.

IT IS BLOODY AMAZING!!
It truly deserves its renound reputation of being the best festival in the world. I had such an incredible time... Some personal highlights:



Coldplay really were the best band of the weekend. Utterly enchanting and spine-tinglingly good.




This song holds so many touching memories from an incredible performance. They were sublime (even with the tax dodging).

Other highlights include:
Plan B doing a karaoke session complete with Stand By Me as well as a Coming Up Easy cover, then watching him 'mosh' on stage (in the loosest sense of the word) with his very angry guitarist.

Paolo Nutini (dream boat that is!) covering MGMT - Time To Pretend and Hot Chip - Over and Over as well as singing Coming Up Easy and my favourite lyrics of all time. It was in love I was created and in love is how I hope I die

Laughing Gas, MD, Meth and 'doobie'.

Meeting the lead singer of Two Door Cinema Club at the secret Radiohead gig.

Watching Two Door Cinema Club - what a wonderful first band of the weekend.

Everything Everything dressed in jumpsuits and yellow wellies. Wicked.


Lowlights:

Getting sunburnt. Again.

My tent getting broken.

My wellies getting broken.

My sunglasses getting broken.

Not remembering Beyonce, Shangri-la, Arcadia or Sunday night generally.

Wu Tang Clan. Absolute bollocks. Shit.

Coming home.

My amazing friends made the best festival in the world my absolute heaven - I think I'll be waiting a long time for another weekend that incredible.


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Louder

Found this gem on my iPod whilst flying over a rather sodden looking Download Festival



That is one talented gentleman.

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Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall

So my poor old Untitled Playlist has been a bit neglected of late. And it's a piss poor excuse I have for my lackadaisical approach to this fair blog.
Basically I'd lost my way a bit, I started to doubt myself and my whole ethos to my life and career. I panicked that journalism makes no money but accountancy does - yeah it's mind-numbing and soul-destroying but at least I'd have a nice flat overlooking the Thames to wither away my miserable existence, right?
Anywho, further into the demise I went and I was getting pretty fed up until I went on holiday.

I-Beeeeeef-Ahhhhh *shakes head in the excitable scream*

To Ibiza Rocks I flew (not on time, delayed, snore) and it was magnificent.

Highlights:
Swedish House Mafia at Cafe Mambo then on to Pacha (best club night ever!!)
Brother and The Wombats at Ibiza Rocks Hotel then on to Ibiza Rocks Bar and Es Paradis (worst DJ EVERRR)
Watching the sunset over San Antonio Bay
David Guetta at Pacha
Meeting Pritchard from Dirty Sanchez
Pete Tong at Cafe Mambo (fittest 50 year old going)
The list of stupid things my friends said
Being nocturnal for a week
My tan line :)

Lowlights:
My friend getting sick
Me getting sick (dodgy chicken burger)
Delayed flight out there
Even longer delayed flight back
Coming home to the worst rain I've ever seen!
Spending 10 precious minutes on hold to a retarded courier service. I shouted a lot.

But what I most loved about this holiday was that it reignited my absolute passion and belief in myself and in the music that I love.
Incredible.

And today I got another tattoo. I love it. I love that it represents what I truly care about and where my passion lies.
It's a musical note on my wrist.

So peace out kids, I'm back on track. Nothing to fret about...

p.s. Song of the holiday:



They were absolutely amazing. The best €70 I could have spent.

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