| Maximo Park Diary Entries |
| These are diary entries by Maximo Park members from the Official Maximo Park Website. |
| Streets of Barcelona |
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| 16 Mar, 2006 |
Hello,
I have food poisoning. I am listening to the Native American rhythms and symphonic sounds of Moondog.
At the weekend, I was DJing in Barcelona. Aside from having my flight back to Newcastle cancelled, I made notes as I went about my business.... [Read More] |
| Flotsam and Jetsam |
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| 08 Mar, 2006 |
Hiya,
It’s been a while since the last entry because we have stopped touring, and our personal lives are run of the mill... practicing and what-not.
So.. here are some notes which never became fully fledged entries:
I went to see the new... [Read More] |
| Fear and Loathing in Bangkok |
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| 24 Feb, 2006 |
I am writing from Thailand.
The river contains green bamboo shoots and plastic bags tied into bows. We surge past these floaters in our wooden boat with its incongruous grey engine lumped at the back. The river is wide and choppy, making me feel... [Read More] |
| Limerick Memories |
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| 07 Feb, 2006 |
I'm on a train, writing.
A thin-looking frost scatters the land, appearing between crops and shrubs.
Everything iced.
A river pulls its way through a mousehole bridge lodged into the lolloping grasslands.
Anyway, I remember Limerick.
Past... [Read More] |
| A Musical Trawl (first printed in The Independent) |
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| 31 Jan, 2006 |
| It’s nightime in Newcastle and the car-parks are reduced to collections of glowing shapes, made pretty by the darkness. I can see slim girls kicking their legs through illuminated squares in the dead, new bricks of the local dance school. I am surrounded... [Read More] |
| Christmas Day Playlist |
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| 25 Dec, 2005 |
Home and dry. Hardly.
The sickly grey paving stones of Billingham are slick with seived rain. I suspect the drizzle will be mingling with the vomit from last night's over-indulgences in various multi-coloured patches intermittently spewed along pathways... [Read More] |
| Good Night Britain |
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| 13 Dec, 2005 |
I am on a train heading up to Newcastle, my home.
Earlier, in Kings Cross station, beneath the departures screen, my fellow travellers stood waiting dutifully, willing the small, orange, horizontal line to turn into a
platform number. I was limply... [Read More] |
| Lines and Arthur Russell |
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| 22 Nov, 2005 |
Madrid.
Washing lines replaced by bushes.
Flags and protests.
Sahara Libre
Rock climber in white
Winding paths
Fella with a panto horse on his shouder
Palace at the top of a hill
Milan.
I met some kind people outside the... [Read More] |
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