Saturday, 28 July 2012

Handwritten

Every now and then an album comes along which really stands out. However, in the words of the prologue "it would be stupid to try and tell you that the music you're listening to is nothing like you've ever heard before."

The Gaslight Anthem were introduced me by Ash, my boyfriend, in Spring 2009. The 59 Sound quickly became one of my favourite albums, followed by American Slang and a 'Stay Lucky' tattoo. The anticipation of Handwritten was made worse by the delay in shipment, but finally, it arrived.

The Gaslight Anthem - Handwritten


Whilst waiting for the songs to import in to iTunes, I took out the sleeve. The sentence quoted above started a beautiful piece of writing over two pages by the author of one of my favourite books, Nick Hornby. I already had a great feeling about this.

I listened to the album from start to finish a day later, and I cannot say a bad word. Beautiful lyrics as always, some ballsy guitars and that 50s sound. Keepsake, Howl, and "45" are such amazing songs, I know they will stick with me.
I cannot wait to watch them at Reading Festival this year, and again on their own tour in Birmingham. Gaslight, I love you.

PS. Make sure you watch the video for Handwritten, below


Thursday, 26 July 2012

Every Word Handwritten

I kept a diary every day for 3 years between the ages of 12 and 15. Some days I'd write matter-of-fact things, such as "it rained today for a while, and then it stopped." Other days, the words of my teenage self were heartbreaking, distressing and most of all... hilarious. If growing up in the technical age has taught me one thing about the Internet, it's that it can be the BEST place for inspiration - more so than an old library book or a new album on your iPod - the internet is where it's at. And not only can it inspire, it can also be a beautiful place to talk, vent, discuss, detach and learn.

The diaries from my adolescence were all handwritten (hence why I finally settled for this title... well, and one other reason). I'd stick in my bus tickets and cinema stubs and receipts and dried leaves - tiny memories, little keepsakes. I miss having that outlet for release, I am a sucker for reminiscing.


This is my internet diary, my online keepsakes. Welcome - lets get this adventure started.