David Emery Online

Love this Mini augmented reality ad:

Feels like there’s some really cool things you could do with this technology, now that it’s hitting the mainstream.

Loud.

Really loud.

So loud that I’m now seriously considering getting ear plugs (the idea of which freaks me out in a slightly odd way). I was half deaf for at least 24 hours afterwards.

I am – as the photo above had maybe tipped you off – talking about the lovely Fucked Up, who played the Electric Ballroom as part of the Shred yr face 2 tour with Rolo Tomassi & The Bronx. I’ll admit that I’d never heard any Rolo Tomassi before – just heard of them – but they were good fun. Possibly a little shouty/screamy for my tastes but that was certainly made up for in energy and enthusiasm.

However, if we’re talking about energy and enthusiasm Fucked Up will take the crown every time. Damian – the singer – spent only one song fully clothed and on the stage; it was quickly shirt off and into the crowd, where he remained for much of the set. Luckily that energy is backed up by great songs so the crowd matched their fervour. I guess it can be summed up by the fact that I went home after Fucked Up – I’d used up all of my CF space (12GB worth) and all of my energy; it was a headline band set just slightly early in the night.

More – as ever – on Flickr.

I spent a large chunk of Tuesday in a car with a friend driving up to Manchester. He and I were at the University there in the 80s and we were driving up to spec out a project for later this year. He’s a record exec (of course! which of your so-called friends aren’t? I hear you crow). His job requires him to be constantly in contact with people who work with and for him and so I sat in the passenger listening to his speakerphone conversations: lawyers telling him how he was “their guy” and how and they honestly wanted to sign to him, American executives telling him how genuinely excited about their projects they were , new employees telling him how sincerely they were looking forward to their job… It was a veritable sea of love and sincerity. It reminded of my A&R days and how so much of what got people out of bed depended on passion.

Not linked to for any massive ‘point’ that it makes, but because it’s just a nice read.

Also, I feel duty bound to point out that Adele isn’t on a major, and doesn’t have wads of cash behind her (well, she does now but that’s because she’s earned it).