this is your religion
Mmm. Mildly productive day.
I've gotten my writing out of the way and just spent a few hours going through a few old journals to pick out the notes for the next novel. I'm such an organisational nazi sometimes. It terrifies me to think that I might not be able to easily access a significant piece of writing. Bah.
Forgot to mention I had a haircut over the weekend. Nothing major, just a maintenance trim to take all the bulk out of the voluminous whoompf that is the dead animal lying on my skull. My hair's all tapered, texturised and soooo long now. I'm still trying to figure out how to use snap clips without making it look like I've got a freaking mullet.
I'm so in love with Tears For Fears right now. Bought the new Joan Wasser album today cos it was twenty bucks at JB Hi-Fi but can't bring myself to listen to it cos there is no way it would hold my attention and that would be a total injustice.
It's a curious thing with Joan. I barely listen to her these days but the interest remains, almost a proprietorial interest. Cos I've established that Feist's The Reminder does absolutely nothing for me except for the initial song that drew me to her, The Moon, My Man. It's that same old hit and miss thing with female singer/songwriters. I never love them as much as I love my male groups. Or Kate Bush. *coughs*
Still one of my favourite lines ever: DON'T say thank god for simple truths!
Such a brilliant song on so many levels, from structure to melody to driving energy to impenetrable fabulously visual lyrics to the little electronic tweaks I love so very much. And it's got this utterly fabulous growling guitar at the end that oof! Makes me so ridiculously happy. The inarticulate squeal of the fangirl, wahey.
I'm currently trying to get into Roland's solo album, Tomcats Screaming Outside. I say 'try' only because I haven't yet had a chance to play it straight through on the stereo. But Jesus Christ, I'm already violently in love with the first song, Ticket To The World. This electronic almost house sound is the last thing I ever thought of with this group but it makes perfect sense now that I'm hearing where they began with The Hurting, how that almost gets industrial in some parts. It's all about experimentation.
And god, to hear Roland do electronic house in his own gorgeous soaring vocals with slicing intelligent lyrics is a total joy and delight, so fascinating and energising. The man is so good with melody, so good. Such excellent instincts and such great skill.
I am going to have to order The Seeds Of Love online though. How annoying. That and Everybody Loves A Happy Ending cos I haven't seen that in any of my favourite music stores either. Oh well. I so want the joy of going through stacks and finding them, walking out with the album in hand. But I guess mail will have to do.
My triumvirate of Talented Virgo Musos: Anton Newcombe, Steve Kilbey and Roland Orzabal, zomg.
Unholy trinity, wot?
I've gotten my writing out of the way and just spent a few hours going through a few old journals to pick out the notes for the next novel. I'm such an organisational nazi sometimes. It terrifies me to think that I might not be able to easily access a significant piece of writing. Bah.
Forgot to mention I had a haircut over the weekend. Nothing major, just a maintenance trim to take all the bulk out of the voluminous whoompf that is the dead animal lying on my skull. My hair's all tapered, texturised and soooo long now. I'm still trying to figure out how to use snap clips without making it look like I've got a freaking mullet.
I'm so in love with Tears For Fears right now. Bought the new Joan Wasser album today cos it was twenty bucks at JB Hi-Fi but can't bring myself to listen to it cos there is no way it would hold my attention and that would be a total injustice.
It's a curious thing with Joan. I barely listen to her these days but the interest remains, almost a proprietorial interest. Cos I've established that Feist's The Reminder does absolutely nothing for me except for the initial song that drew me to her, The Moon, My Man. It's that same old hit and miss thing with female singer/songwriters. I never love them as much as I love my male groups. Or Kate Bush. *coughs*
Still one of my favourite lines ever: DON'T say thank god for simple truths!
Such a brilliant song on so many levels, from structure to melody to driving energy to impenetrable fabulously visual lyrics to the little electronic tweaks I love so very much. And it's got this utterly fabulous growling guitar at the end that oof! Makes me so ridiculously happy. The inarticulate squeal of the fangirl, wahey.
I'm currently trying to get into Roland's solo album, Tomcats Screaming Outside. I say 'try' only because I haven't yet had a chance to play it straight through on the stereo. But Jesus Christ, I'm already violently in love with the first song, Ticket To The World. This electronic almost house sound is the last thing I ever thought of with this group but it makes perfect sense now that I'm hearing where they began with The Hurting, how that almost gets industrial in some parts. It's all about experimentation.
And god, to hear Roland do electronic house in his own gorgeous soaring vocals with slicing intelligent lyrics is a total joy and delight, so fascinating and energising. The man is so good with melody, so good. Such excellent instincts and such great skill.
I am going to have to order The Seeds Of Love online though. How annoying. That and Everybody Loves A Happy Ending cos I haven't seen that in any of my favourite music stores either. Oh well. I so want the joy of going through stacks and finding them, walking out with the album in hand. But I guess mail will have to do.
My triumvirate of Talented Virgo Musos: Anton Newcombe, Steve Kilbey and Roland Orzabal, zomg.
Unholy trinity, wot?