in which the girl ricochets
Oh man. Just setting out all the events I want to see at the Sydney Writers Festival has me exhausted already. Some further culling may be required. Cos this is the first year I've actually found out about it before it's come around so really I should go. Or at least try to go. Plus Andrew Davidson who wrote The Gargoyle is coming out. That could be interesting. Free, too. *nods* I could take the two days off work and do it. If I could be arsed.
Met up with ishtasm today for a chai in Glebe which was excellent and then had dinner at the Forum with the Aunt and her friend with daughter. The food was all right, servings were way too big and dessert far too sweet. But the conversation was good and I have to dash off an email with Hindi movie recommendations.
I need to find a dress for my cousin's wedding. Now that I've bought the impossibly high impossibly gorgeous blue shoes, I'm thinking maybe a blue dress. Yearning for something soft and flirty and feminine but definitely with sleeves and a modest neckline. If I don't find it in the city during the week, I'm gonna go down to Bowral on Saturday cos invariably I find what I want in Gypsy Road.
Unaccountably tired. May be the hypnotic music.
I figured it out. When I'm working the Macquarie Street end of town, I spend money on books. When I'm working the Liverpool Street end of town, I spend money on music. Because Borders and Dymocks are up that end and secondhand Red Eye is down this end.
So on Friday I got reassigned to this end of town and was proven right on my hunch that they would have Steve Kilbey's Painkiller, but proven wrong on Pet Shop Boys' Yes. So I got Pivot's O Soundtrack My Heart instead. They're the ones who opened for Numan last month. Listened to it earlier this evening and damn, it's intriguing. Total lack of vocals, and repetitive enough just between rock and Eighties derivative synths. Could be damned enjoyable once I've properly immersed myself.
Kilbey, though? Totally blowing me away all over again. Some of the tracks irritate me a little but some of the tracks make me want to hug the stereo cos they're exactly what I want slamming into my brain right now. The last track? Thirty-one minutes long. Oh yis. I kid thee not. I don't know whether to laugh or roll my eyes. Hee.
But what I'm craving like a mad thing is the new song from Numan, a snippet of which is on his MySpace. I can't really remember it from the gig, just know I loved it then and WANT it now. *froths* The Fall, yes. Nnnghhh. *bangs head on desk* And apparently it's the Numan version of Jagged I adore because the little snippet of the Fenton version up on that MySpace does absolutely nothing for me. Which is odd because I really rather like the beautiful minimalism of Fenton's techno DJ set. And it's taken me long enough to discover that the album I've been calling Splinter due out some time this year is now called Dead Son Rising. WANT it NOW, NUMAN!
Is not fair, you know. Really not fair.
Met up with ishtasm today for a chai in Glebe which was excellent and then had dinner at the Forum with the Aunt and her friend with daughter. The food was all right, servings were way too big and dessert far too sweet. But the conversation was good and I have to dash off an email with Hindi movie recommendations.
I need to find a dress for my cousin's wedding. Now that I've bought the impossibly high impossibly gorgeous blue shoes, I'm thinking maybe a blue dress. Yearning for something soft and flirty and feminine but definitely with sleeves and a modest neckline. If I don't find it in the city during the week, I'm gonna go down to Bowral on Saturday cos invariably I find what I want in Gypsy Road.
Unaccountably tired. May be the hypnotic music.
I figured it out. When I'm working the Macquarie Street end of town, I spend money on books. When I'm working the Liverpool Street end of town, I spend money on music. Because Borders and Dymocks are up that end and secondhand Red Eye is down this end.
So on Friday I got reassigned to this end of town and was proven right on my hunch that they would have Steve Kilbey's Painkiller, but proven wrong on Pet Shop Boys' Yes. So I got Pivot's O Soundtrack My Heart instead. They're the ones who opened for Numan last month. Listened to it earlier this evening and damn, it's intriguing. Total lack of vocals, and repetitive enough just between rock and Eighties derivative synths. Could be damned enjoyable once I've properly immersed myself.
Kilbey, though? Totally blowing me away all over again. Some of the tracks irritate me a little but some of the tracks make me want to hug the stereo cos they're exactly what I want slamming into my brain right now. The last track? Thirty-one minutes long. Oh yis. I kid thee not. I don't know whether to laugh or roll my eyes. Hee.
But what I'm craving like a mad thing is the new song from Numan, a snippet of which is on his MySpace. I can't really remember it from the gig, just know I loved it then and WANT it now. *froths* The Fall, yes. Nnnghhh. *bangs head on desk* And apparently it's the Numan version of Jagged I adore because the little snippet of the Fenton version up on that MySpace does absolutely nothing for me. Which is odd because I really rather like the beautiful minimalism of Fenton's techno DJ set. And it's taken me long enough to discover that the album I've been calling Splinter due out some time this year is now called Dead Son Rising. WANT it NOW, NUMAN!
Is not fair, you know. Really not fair.