For some reason I didn't take a lot of pictures at Roskilde, but thankfully Jan was there to document everything. So if you go through his Roskilde Gallery you should be able to find a few shots of my and my compadres. The one I've added to this entry is the best one of me I think. On my left is Jonas, who was the cameraman on all the interviews and did a lot of the technical stuff. The picture was taken Tuesday afternoon while we were checking out a set from DJ Noize, who played a lot of 80s hip hop tracks. So you'd think I'd look a lot more excited and/or happy. But unfortunately that frown is what I wear most of the time no matter what's going on, so I'm afraid it's a fairly accurate portrayal of what I usually look like.

I've been listening to Delays and Snow Patrol quite a bit lately and after originally having been slightly underwhelmed I'm now fairly hooked. I especially like the song Hey Girl by Delays, but the rest is pretty good as well. Also, I've been listening to the new Fiona Apple single quite a bit. It's called Extraordinary Machine and was supposed to work as a teaser for the forthcoming album with the same name. But already in March Jon Brion complained that the album had been finished for ages and I still haven't been able to find a release date, so that sucks. The single is great so how's about releasing the damn record already? It also made me think that maybe I should get around to listening to that Nellie McKay.

Speaking of music (and honestly when am I not?) I've been listening to the first Violent Femmes record as well and for the first time I realized that Blister in the Sun isn't about an Indian girl named Big Hands. Allow me to explain: I thought the songs made a reference to the old anti-pollution ad with the crying Indian and the tin can on the road or whatever it was. The reason I thought that was because I heard "My girlfriend/She's Indian/She is starting to cry" instead of "My girlfriend/She's at the end/She is starting to cry" and since he sings "Big Hands/I know your the one" I figured that was her Indian name. So once again I realize that even though I love music more than anything in the world I still don't pay enough attention to lyrics.

The Tour de France is on now and after not paying attention to the Tour for a few years because of all the EPO hoopla I got into it again last year. So this year I've been watching it a bit again and although everyone knows the first stages before the mountains are boring as hell I've still watched them anyway. And one of the main reasons is that they've made a switch on the commentary staff this year. For years it has been the same two guys commenting on the stages, but for some reason one of them got fired and now they've brought in a new guy and I actually like him a lot better than the old one. He could really drive you nuts with all his mixed metaphors and weird names for the riders. If you live here you'll know what I talk about and if you don't you probably could care less. But the funny thing is that people reacted like people probably would react in Britain if Terry Wogan got fired from the Eurovision Song Contests or Americans would react if Dick Clark got fired from the New Year's Eve show. There was a lot of controversy at first, but now thankfully people have moved on with their lives.

But even if you don't live here you might actually know the other guy who still does the commentary. His name is Jørgen Leth and his latest project was a movie with Lars von Trier called The Five Obstructions. He's quite a character and made a lot of intellectual movies about sports, authors, America, and a lot of other topics. He's probably not the first guy you'd think of if you were looking to hire someone for a show on ESPN, but for an event as slowly paced as the Tour he fits in quite well.

And speaking of movies I finally got around to watching Intermission today. If you haven't seen it it's sort of an Irish version of Short Cuts. It's definitely funny and it has its moments. But the things that got me the most was the soundtrack which featured Ron Sexsmith and The Magnetic Fields and the fact that parts of it was shot in a neighbourhood not unlike the one I usually stay in when I'm in Dublin. My uncle has a house outside Dublin where I been on holiday a few times, so the scenes shot in the woman and Sam's (the bald guy) neighbourhood and the scenes with the bus really reminded me of my trips to Ireland. I wish I could afford going back sometime soon, because it's been a while since I was last over there and Dublin is a fantastic city. But that'll just have to wait until one of you guys gets me a wellpaid job.