PULP – A film about life, death and supermarkets

Last week we saw this amazing film about Pulp’s last ever and amazing 2012 concert at their home city of awesomely weird, quirky and down-to-earth Sheffield.

A ridiculous quote that will become immortal to me (just like Sex Pistols: The Filth and Fury – “He had a perm, and unfortunately it became permanent,” -Johnny Rotten)

Paraphrased when Jarvis said he liked to stay home and do the dishes.
“I’ve never seen Jarvis with a dish towel.” Fellow musician and sometimes bandmate.

We were fortunate enough to see Pulp in April 2012 at Radio City Music Hall. I mean I called in sick to work to get those tickets. One of my bosses was pissed because he wanted me to spend my morning, trying to get a multitude of tickets for him for Springsteen. So I wasn’t going to get any actual work done anyways. I mean Springsteen is okay but Jarvis Cocker is GOD (see aforementioned blog post).

We even sang Common People for our audition tape for The Voice. But that video has not made it out of the MAKAR archives because Mark says that’s private MAKAR.

Maybe if Jarvis somehow responds to this blog post, Mark will let me post it.

About Andrea

Andrea DeAngelis is at times a poet, writer, shutterbug and musician living in New York City. Her writing has recently appeared in Timeless Tales Magazine, Umbrella Factory and Niteblade. (www.andreadeangelis.com). Andrea also sings and plays guitar in the indie rock band MAKAR (www.makarmusic.com) who are in the midst of recording their third album, Fancy Hercules.
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