Archive for October, 2008

Punk’s not dead


But its audiences are getting thinner. Especially at Bannerman’s last night. Which is a real shame cos both bands rocked. I was there to see may mates’ band The Acid Fascists. They are as ugly as their name sounds.  Fast-as-fuck minimalist surf punk. I never tire of hearing Crash Test Dummy, Up Against the Wall Muthafucka and my particular favourite, the love ballad Nice Night For a Knife Fight. You get the picture. The boys were a little peeved and made a few wee gaffs, but fuck’s sake, nobody cared, it’s punk. They are getting on (aren’t we all) and the lights were very dim. They couldn’t see their guitars properly.

After the Acid Fascists there was, bizarrely, a bit of burlesque. More burlish to be honest. A bit cringeworthy. Couldn’t help but be reminded of Paul Baron’s erotic night in The Club from Bang Bang Reeves and Mortimer. If you’ve seen it you’ll know what I mean.

The headliners were a Belfast duo who were fucking great. The Bonnevilles. Really nice punk blues. They felt to me like a mix of the White Stripes, Motorhead and The Cramps. They were so good I bought their CD. My favourite was God May Love Me (but he don’t know me like the Devil does). They are playing again (with the Acid Fascists) through in Glasgow tonight, so I’d recommend getting your arse through there is this is your kinda thing.

Stefan Pearson

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Ghouls on film


Yup, its that time of year folks, the Writers Bloc Halloween show is here again. And rather than watch people pass out with the heat in our old venue, we’re trying somewhere new this year – the Beehive in the grassmarket. We’d love to see you there. So here’s the blurb…

Having trouble sleeping with the world economy in meltdown? Concerned for your job, pension and life savings? Are the nights drawing in a little tighter than they should?  Return to a more manageable fear with the Writers’ Bloc Halloween show.

The Bloc Halloween show

GHOULS ON FILM celebrates classic scares on a budget: shlocky titles, cheap thrills, and overblown trailers which bear little resemblance to the film* they advertise. Expect whispers in the night, bizarre bakery murders and a new term at everybody’s favourite borstal.

Bloc is trying a NEW VENUE for this show — the all-singing, all-dancing** Beehive Inn, 18-20 Grassmarket. The show is on Wednesday 29th October and the literary projector spins up at 8pm. Bring your own preconceptions of what is truly horrible, and three of your Scottish pounds*** (two for concessions). Dutch courage**** is available at carefully chosen intervals.

Authors appearing include Stefan Pearson, Andrew J. Wilson, Morag Edward, Andrew C Ferguson, and Gavin Inglis.

Writers’ Bloc.

* text-only presentation
** show includes no actual singing or dancing
*** HBOS notes still accepted (correct at time of going to press)
**** this means beer

Show me the munny

blank munny

So I was in the Weeg the other day and decided to pop into FP. Bought a blank munny on a whim. Was excited by the prospect of the mystery accessory. Got back to my desk to the looks of bemusement from my colleagues (I tried my best to explain designer toys and modding). And guess what it came with? An axe. Sweet. Some greater power knows me too well. So now I have to decide what I’m going to turn the little guy into. Watch this space.

Stefan Pearson

The first cut is the deepest


I’ve finally managed to cut my story down to size for the Halloween show on Wednesday – slashed it from 5,200 to 3,900 words. It’s tough love. Hate doing it but you cannae expect the punters to listen to some long overdrawn story. So I’m sure it’s better for it. I’ve had to do worse cuts. The last king of Rona was 13,000 words and I managed to bludgeon that down to 9,000 for the reading (the crowd go that one in three parts – we ain’t that sadistic). So for those of you that go to the show (details of which are in my previous post) spare a thought for the delete key and unsung art of the editor.

Stefan Pearson

Finally joining the digital world


Yeah, it’ll probably be Facebook and all that next. So this is it, my first website. And rather than go to all the hassle of building one myself I opted for WordPress instead. It’s early days yet, but I’m slowly getting the hang of it. So over the next wee while I’ll be populating these pages with my ramblings, insights, thoughts and ideas. There’ll be laughter, there’ll be tears. And a whole lot of bollocks written.

So as I write this particular bollocks Halloween has just come on the telly. What a fab film. That tune. I mind watching Halloween 2 when I was 11. Shat myself. Scarred for life. A little know snippet of trivia about Halloween is that the mask Michael Myers wears was actually a mould of William Shatner’s face. Not sure why they made it, or what possessed them to use it in the movie, but I’m sure one of you film officiandos out there can enlighten me.

Stefan Pearson