A collection of 100 amazing songs.

Good Evening!

So it occured to me that 2009 happens to have been a great year for music, now despite the fact that the majority of my music I listen to happens to have been born in the 70s and 80s. I have decided to list 100 of my favourites in no particular order or genre.

I give you: Tofusheep's Top 100 songs =]

1. Led Zeppelin - "Since I've Been Lovin' You"
2. Dan Le Sac & Scroobius Pip - "The Beat that my Heart Skipped"
3. The Postal Service - "Recycled Air"
4. Massive Attack - "Teardrop"
5. Jimi Hendrix - "All Along the Watchtower"
6. The Sex Pistols "Satellite"
7. AC\DC - "Whole Lotta Rosie"
8. Aerosmith - "Falling in Love (is hard on the knees)"
9. Andrew W.K. - "She is Beautiful"
10. The Arctic Monkeys - "I Bet you look good on the Dance Floor"
11. Siouxsie & The Banshees "Interlude"
12. Beethoven - "Moonlight Sonata"
13. The Black Crows - "Hard to Handle"
14. Black Stone Cherry - "Blind Man"
15. Blink 182 - "Dammit"
16. Blondie - "Call Me"
17. Bloodhound Gang - "Uhn Tiss, Uhn Tiss, Uhn Tiss"
18. Bruce Springsteen - "Born to Run"
19. Buckcherry - "Lit Up"
20. The Buzzcocks - "Ever Fallen in Love"
21. Carlos Santana - "Smooth"
22. The Smashing Pumpkins - "Today"
23. The Clash - "White Riot"
24. The Specials - "Ghost Town"
25. The Coasters - "Down in Mexico"
26. The Coral - "Dreaming of You"
27. The Cure - "Lullaby"
28. The Servant - "Cells"
29. David Bowie - "Heroes"
30. The Dead Kennedys - "Holiday in Cambodia"
31. Def Lepard - "Pour some Sugar on me"
32. Diamond Head - "Good lovin' Gone bad"
33. The Distillers - "Hall of Mirrors"
34. The Stranglers - "Golden Brown"
35. The Doors - "Hello, I Love You"
36. The Dresden Dolls "Lonesome Organist Rapes Page Turner"
37. The Dropkick Murphies "Kiss Me, I'm Shitfaced."
38. Eddie Floyd - "Good Love, Bad Love"
39. Edwin Star "War, What is it Good For"
40. Etta James - "Tell Mama"
41. Electric Six - "Gay Bar"
42. The Exploited - "Sex & Violence"
43. Flogging Molly - "Kiss My Irish Ass"
44. Foo Fighters - "My Hero"
45. Frankie Goes to Hollywood - "Two Tribes"
46. Frank Zappa - "My Guitar Wants to Kill Your Mama"
47. The Rolling Stones - "Paint it Black"
48. The Fratellis - "Creeping up the back stairs"
49. Gerry Rafferty - "Baker Street"
50. Gnarls Barkley - "Crazy"
51. Gorrilaz - "Dare"
52. Thin Lizzy - "Don't Believe a Word"
53. Greenday - "Redundant"
54. Guns N' Roses - "Think About You"
55. T.Rex - "Jeepster"
56. Talking Heads - "Psycho Killer"
57. Iggy Pop - "Lust For Life"
58. Issac Hayes - "Shaft"
59. Jackson Five - "I Want You Back"
60. James Brown - "I Got You"
61. Jefferson Airplane - "White Rabbit"
62. Jet - "Cold Hard Bitch"
63. Jimmy Eat World - "The Middle"
64. Jimmy Richards - "Sixth Impressions" =P
65. Joan Jet & Paul Westerberg - "Let's Do It"
66. John Butler Trio - "Zebra"
67. John Murphy - "In The House - In a Heartbeat"
68. Journey - "Don't Stop Believing"
69. Kaiser Chiefs - "Everyday I Love you Less & Less"
70. Sly & The Family Stone - "If You Want Me to Stay"
71. The Subways - "Rock n' Roll Queen"
72. Kings of Leon - "Molly's Chambers"
73. The Knack - "My Sharona"
74. The Kooks - "Seaside"
75. Robert Randolph & The Family Band - "Nobody"
76. Lady GaGa - "Paparazzi"
77. Ladytron - "Seventeen"
78. Lynard Skynard - "Free Bird"
79. The Mad Capsule Markets - "Tribe"
80. Robert Palmer - "Bad Case of Lovin' You"
81. Marvin Gaye - "What's Goin' On"
82. Metallica - "The Memory Remains"
83. Motley Crue - "Kickstart My Heart"
84. Muse - "New Born"
85. Mushroomhead - "Simpleton"
86. New Found Glory - "Kiss Me"
87. Newton Faulkner - "Gone in the Morning"
88. Elton John "Saturday Night's Alright"
89. The Noistettes - "Don't Give Up"
90. The Offspring - "Million Miles"
91. Pacific Gas & Electric - "Staggolee"
92. Paul McCartney - "Eleanor Rigby"
93. Peaches - "Boys Wanna Be Her"
94. Pendulum - "Blood Sugar"
95. Pink Floyd - "Shine On You Crazy Diamond"
96. The Prodigy - "Voodoo People"
97. Queen - "Fat Bottomed Girls"
98. Radiohead - "Paranoid Android"
99. The Ramones - "The KKK Took My Baby Away"
100. Robert Blake - "In Different Ways Goodbye"


And there you have it! I recommend you listen to all these tracks =]

Home Sickness

Good evening.



I'm literally back in the country a few hours, having been in Birmingham with my beau. He was performing at the Madhouse Bar, which was a somewhat intimate gig. Intimate being an extreme understatement. We stayed in a hotel on Warwick road which was also somewhat intimate. I hated my experience in Birmingham, it was far too busy, far too noisy and a complete fucking maze. However, the people were lovely, which to be honest (and I don't know why) I wasn't expecting. Everyone was really helpful, especially the folks from the Hotel, after my experience there I've never been more glad to be back in bonnie Scotland, my heart done a wee dance when we crossed the border, so back to hopscotching over meandering lakes of blood, piss and Subway wrappers at 5am - yes fucking please! I think being in a completely alien territory really helps you to appreciate your home.

On another slightly unfortunate note, I've managed to get myself into a very sticky situation, my worst fear. Go me! An unwanted visitor so to speak. Now, I do pride myself on having fairly strict views on having a baby, that is never, under any circumstances would I ever want one, my partner I assure you feels quite the same way. But I suppose that the human brain is an intricate piece of equipment, the first couple of days were spent in a completely militant-never-ever mindset, after a few days I started thinking "What would it be like?" "Would it look like me?" I became somewhat understanding and caring for the tiny being growing inside me. Now, the problem was that the dreamer in me said yes! Have the baby - it'll be great! But the realist in me was screaming that I was only 19, still in education and part-time work with not nearly enough cash to start a family. But that didn't change the fact that it was my little baby, inside me, a little part of me that I would bring into the world, he or she could be a doctor, a vet or better yet a musician. But my partner doesn't share my adoration for the clump of genes, and assures me that a termination is the right thing to do. And yes, I know it's my choice. But is it really?

I mean having a child therefore means giving up my life, my job, my health and jeopardising my relationship. No more booze, no more cigarettes, no more drugs just, me and my partner who would more than likely be miserable, peniless and stripped of any free time. So, the way that I see it, it's not really my choice - it would all kinds of stupidity to decide to have this child, and rationality points me in the direction of the National Health Service. Burying myself under a pile of work seems the logical thing to do.

Off to London next, hopefully to get Jimmy a good career. =P



See ya.

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The Antigasm.

Good Morning.


"If you fuck me Mister, you must really love me."




At times I question having a blogging account but then again everyone has to blow off a little steam sometimes, no? This morning's subject being my somewhat fruitless sex life. Joygasm? I think not. I am the first to admit that yes, I have a problem. I'm an addict. Generally most men I have encountered are somewhat thankful at the preliminary stages of any relationship casual or not. However after a certain period of time I find myself curled up to my significant other with my fingers reaching for the untouchables only to be swatted away.

The sexual male stereotype is that of the sex depraved panting animal and the female lying there feeling like a piece of meat, sick and tired of the unwanted sexual attention. I am an incredibly erotic human being, I'm turned on by the slighest well-placed touch, my body in it's entirety is an erogenous zone, this is probably to do with the fact that I've been sexually active from a very young age, there hasn't been a period over the last 7 years where I've went any longer than a month without sex and I'm not satisfied at only one bout, I could genuinely spend all day in bed.

Now, this problem has affected almost all my relationships, my longest relationship I was lucky if I was getting it once every couple of weeks, I found myself furiously masturbating, yeah not very ladylike. So, I decided to play away from home somewhat frequently. The gentleman I was with at the time had a reputation for being a bit of a sex fiend himself but even he proved not to be up to scratch, the passionate forbidden sex filled me in ways you couldn't imagine! (Quite literally - haha!)

So my current partner. Fantastic guy, I feel so connected to him, it's only been a couple months but yeah I do, I won't lie. He hadn't had a sexual relationship for 7 months, which seemed ludicrous to me. He confessed to me that he had no sex drive, which as I'm sure you can understand didn't fill me with joy. But him and I do have a sexual relationship, however he also gets sick of me pestering him for a quickie or a fumble at any hour of the day. I've certainly noticed over the last month his "drive" dwindling and I find myself struggling to keep my mind from wandering. The Affair. In my previous experience yes forbidden sex is somewhat empowering and sexy, but I also became obsessive about one of my 'partners' When you're in the throes of infatuation, you're physically not capable of rational decision-making, which proves somewhat unhelpful when you're otherwise in engaged in a relationship.

So, do I return to my sordid past? Do I hold my head high and stick to my man? These are two very potent choices for me & I guess I'll never truly comprehend the depth of my addiction until I pull away from it's ties.



x.

Monday's Got the Blues

Good Evening.


After having a fairly in-depth conversation with my Irish best friend, it got the cogs in my head turning amongst other things.


Love. The unquenchable desire to be wanted. The need to be longed for, the need to feel someone feels for you, a unity of needing. A complete disaster waiting to happen. The problem with "love" is that it leaves you wide open, completely exposed and vulnerable. Knowing that someone...dare I say it, owns a part of you. You all of a sudden become theirs and you are smothered by different feelings all at once.

A human, is very much like an onion. We're made up of many different layers. These layers are scars of hurt, moments of joy, life-changing epiphanies, sympathy. All these emotions and different aspects in our lives sculpt these layers. We are very intricate creatures and have come a long, long way from our primitive roots - feed, reproduce and try not to get eaten. Now we're complex and emotionally needy and seemingly starved of attention. Love brings with it nothing but trouble and torment.

Leaving yourself as a completely open book, leaves your securities vulnerable. You can stand back and watch yourself metamorphosis into a crumbling wreck. And for those of us who directly don't share their feelings with the rest of the class, it becomes all the more difficult. Paranoia sets it, your self-esteem plummets at the slightest problem that you encounter. You start comparing yourself to your spouse's prior conquests and that all too frequented "Yeah (s)he's just my friend" statement eats away at you.

For those of you that say 'Love is a wonderful thing' I ask, are you truly happy? Why complicate a perfectly good thing by binding and twisting it into a monster...just by saying those 3 little words.


Think about that! lol.

The Nihilist Chronicles

Good morning.


I'm TofuSheep. A 19 year old vegan "punk" rocker from Glasgow. I use the term "punk" very loosely. I recently cut off my Mohawk and as much as I adore the musical orgasm that is the 1970's screeching of British punk. I am enthralled with the culture. The YOB culture, backwards boys and backwards girls, the idealists approach to life. Taking it as it comes. The 'Fuck You' culture, sheer elated blasphemy.

If you're familiar with the alternative Glasgow scene you'll know that punk is a dwindling number of posers and weathered old buggers in their forties and fifties drinking foosty pints of Guinness in Rockers bar, discussing who has the biggest cock or back-catalogue of The Clash and how they furiously masturbate to Joe Strummer. The punk aesthetic has been adopted by a new generation, that the Y2K's have learnt to disdain.Neds, Chavs, Scum. Beautiful Fuck-ups in the world of everyday cultural studies. They are the new age punks. With their Gio-Goi, Mera Peaks and manky trackies, lurking in dark places in large groups, drinking, smoking, taking drugs and having indiscriminate, pale elbowy sex with one another. Connecting to their DIY music. Clubland Extreme Hardcore instead of The Slits of course.

You probably think I'm crazy - you're probably right. In the early 2000's I was suckered into Goth, Cradle of Filth, white foundation and black lipstick, shaving off my eyebrows and wearing far too much PVC. So as to be expected I got the utter cunt ripped out me at school. I hated Neds, I loathed them. I hated their music, I hated their mannerisms and most of all I hated their culture. This all changed when I went to college whereas instead of quietly having a tolk in my garden listening to Siouxsie and The Banshees. I'd be completely ripped out my tits, sitting in a banged up Rover 25 with 5 other guys racing a car full of other gents - equally as munted - zipping down the M8 from Glasgow back to Paisley screaming the Fratellis until we couldn't breathe. We were untouchable, I found myself immersed in the 'live-fast, die-young" college way of life. Getting wasted at 9 o'clock in the morning because there's nothing else to do and your lecturer's five minutes late. Taking all manner of narcotics because who cares if you wake up tomorrow as long as today kicked ass. The cul-de-sac glamour, the filth - the undeniable sense of well being.

I had discovered YOB culture. Drinking, fighting, fucking and generally wasting. I went to my first rave at 17 years old with a few friends and several ecstasy tablets, I remember the bass thumping through my entire body my heart pounding in sync, my hands fingering the lasers in the smokey room, being shoulder-to-shoulder with 400 other sweaty people shouting at the top of their lungs "Here we! Here we! Here we fucking go!" And I was hooked, I fell in love with dance music and the YOB culture. I work in Sea Nightclub to get my fix these days and most people still don't believe me when I tell them my music tastes.



My love life, or what some may describe as a love life is a shambles. I spent 3 years engaged to someone with no ambition, pie in the sky dreams with no inclination of ever executing them, not to mention a stinking fucking attitude. But I was never miserable, as a few of my close friends know - I never stay unhappy for long. I spent a year of my engagement exploring my sexuality. College and my demanding job providing feasible excuses for me to go out and play. Things changed in late 2008, I'd started Uni and completely ignored the fact I was in a relationship sitting in the student union drinking everyday making new friends and enjoying sexual conquests. I was invited out one evening to Fury Murry's by some Filmmaking students, my tenacious "clubbing" habits would be a talking point for months to come, it was Sunday the 8th of March '09, I bought far more alcohol than any student should, drank it all, smoked some joints and took some pills in that evening it was £1 a drink in Furies, and I'd already sucked down wine, gin and half a crate of cider before we even hit the club.

When we got to the club I was staggering and remember fragments of it, I bought far too many shots. And it's where my now, partner in grime and I had our first moment of passion. Hah! I'd flirted the whole evening with everyone this young gentleman happened to actually respond to my drunken bullshit and I kissed him gaining a standing ovation from his mates, I was too wasted to really know what was going on, after dancing, more drugs and more shots and beer him and I returned to a corner where I threw up on his shoes. How romantic. Him and I are an item now. And I also threatened him with extreme violence that evening. It's the first of my nihilistic ways really shining through, I don't believe in love. Romantic love that is. You see;
I love my cats
I love my friends
I love cigarettes
I love animals
I love Sailor Jerrys
And I love my partner.
All in the same way, in varying degrees of course but Soul mates? Forever and ever? And loving someone so much 'it hurts' doesn't make sense to me, it doesn't exist. Not to me. How petty bourgeois lol.


I'm a Nihilist because essentially I believe in nothing. Religion is bullshit, politics are a waste of time. Romantic love, etc. There is only a couple of things I believe in and that's my right as a human being to destroy myself by getting wasted and treating animals as equals. I was a veggie for a long time, I didn't know enough about veganism to plunge headfirst into it. After meeting my partner I changed my mind and became a Vegan - best decision I ever made. Only problem is I have the sweetest tooth known to man, in the past I'd eat chocolate to put a stop to this, now I'll eat soy ice-cream or make a smoothie, bit weird but worth it.


So now you know a bit about me, Tofusheep. I'll be sure to write something a tate more interesting next time. ;P








xxx