| Maximo Park Diary Entries |
| These are diary entries by Maximo Park members from the Official Maximo Park Website. |
| Red House Painters |
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| 12 Nov, 2006 |
I went to a party last night.
I'm now in bed with my laptop perched on my duvet.
I felt compelled to post 'cos I'm listening to an old Red House
Painters tape and I've got it turned up so loud that I can hear the
hiss constantly.
This... [Read More] |
| Kerblog illustrations |
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| 15 Sep, 2006 |
Today, this website turned into a travel agency for a moment.
That was pretty weird.
Then it turned back.
I saw some really good illustrations on a Lebanese-based musician's blog today. Inventive stuff.
I can't remember how to put up a... [Read More] |
| Bergen, Norway |
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| 01 Sep, 2006 |
"Nothing's forever, mate."
We dive and swoop through powder clouds and steady ourselves. Through the glazing, the land is scattered and broken, containing little shapes of water that reflect the iron sky.
There's something smooth about this rock-ridden... [Read More] |
| The Way Anne Briggs Sings |
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| 12 Aug, 2006 |
I am sat indoors listening to the shifting tones of
the singer Anne Briggs. I can’t tell you how moving it is because that
would be embarrassing.
It’s traditional English folk music, about people and times that have
fallen... [Read More] |
| Passing Time |
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| 24 Jul, 2006 |
| I woke up from a fragile state of sleep in the Scottish capital yesterday, cursing the fact that I was too lazy to get up in the night to adjust the wildly inappropriate air-conditioning. The best thing I saw all day was an interview in the Sunday newspaper... [Read More] |
| Down Below Deck |
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| 20 Jul, 2006 |
| I am a stowaway beneath deck, buried in the hull of this ferry, as we make our way across the Irish sea like a smooth white whale. I don’t think I’m supposed to be down here on this bus, but I needed the extra sleep. I don’t know how I made it from 9pm... [Read More] |
| The Cove At Night |
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| 30 May, 2006 |
There was an eerie silence within the cove area as we ate our cooling fish and chips from their white, spongy trays. Vinegar first, then salt. That’s what the lady in the shop said. So it sticks.
The silence that hemmed us in stemmed from the lack... [Read More] |
| Drifting |
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| 28 May, 2006 |
What do I do all day?
Listen and play and drift.
Lukas brought some kites to the beach the other day and their shadows danced on the flat sand.
There have been less of these entries recently, because we have been writing new songs and that’s... [Read More] |
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