We've got them dancing to all of our confessions.
Mmm, I haven't too much to tell. The Ne-Yo concert ended up being postponed last Friday, so I missed out on working for 13 hours that I could have direly used. Instead, I ended up starting a new song that day called "Souvenir" and it's been a very tricky one to arrange! The flow tends to follow the echo of keyboard patterns, which sounds really nice, but the beats are nearly impossible to sync because it's apparently in a weird time signature. It's ALMOST 4/4 but just shy of it, so I keep having to rework where each kick drum beat goes, and one minute it will sound wrong and the next minute it sounds fine. It's really fucking with my sense of rhythm. I feel like I'm trying to compose a jazz track, not a song that sounds (unwittingly) like the halfway between Simple Minds' "Seeing Out the Angel" and Hooverphonic's "Wardrope". (Well, the guitar sound's very similar to the latter anyhow.) It's very difficult going, and then I haven't really been able to work on it since early Saturday morning. I spent most of Saturday reviewing music, stopping only to eat and wash dishes. On Sunday I attended the DJ meeting and went to All Saints afterward with Jackie, Nada, Chantelle, Cameron, and Forrest and Meg briefly appeared there as well. Today I really didn't do much of anything either. My brother stayed home today with stomach pains, and for a while they were so violent and he looked so miserable (oh God, his face was heartbreaking! I nearly started crying from watching him suffer so much!) that we were worried that he might have had appendicitis. However, we ended up concluding that he was actually constipated and suffering from severe gas pains, and he was fine after having apple juice and milk of magnesia. It's weird that he would get constipated the night AFTER eating bean-filled chili, though. I watched Masculin Feminin today and washed dishes yet again, and that's really been it. Tomorrow I have a PR meeting, on Wednesday I'll probably table in the Union again and might also venture over to Meg's for dinner (she's having a bit of a housewarming party if I remember right), and I'll be up late that night as well as Friday because I'm training Ryan and Katherine for their DJ shifts. Anyway, I'll leave you with some music, a nice bit of vocal sexual equality considering that there's four girls and four guys fronting on each of these songs:
Antena - "Camino del Sol"
(Oh, Isabelle Antena. I love you. And you probably know that. You're probably reading this, too. And you did wish me happy birthday last year alongside Vanessa from Pylon.)
Chantal Goya - "Dans La Nuit"
(Gah, she was so cute. And she's aged decently, too.)
Lizzy Mercier Descloux - "Sports Spootnicks"
(Still the only musician whose death I cried over, mainly because I'll never understand how someone who made a record as happy as Mambo Nassau could depart from this world. She knew how to party.)
Look Blue Go Purple - "Hiawatha"
(Finding this made me so happy yesterday. And discovering a link to their Compilation made me cream my jeans. It's wonderful to hear this again. All-female quintet from Dunedin, New Zealand for those who aren't familiar, which would be most of you. One of the members went on to join The 3-Ds.)
Nine Horses - "Seritonin"
(Ah, David Sylvian. Still making quality music. I really need to upload something from Blemish soon, too.)
Scritti Politti - "The 'Sweetest Girl'"
("The weakest link in every chain, I always want to find it. The strongest words in each belief, find out what's behind it!" This is the album version. Lover's rock to a drum machine pulse and Robert Wyatt on keyboards. Luscious.)
Simple Minds - "Seeing Out the Angel"
(Love the Euro feel to songs like this and Visage's "Fade to Grey", among others. The rather regal sounding chorus hints at what they would do on New Gold Dream. Oof, I just remembered that I really need to post "Someone" in my next entry, too.)
Magazine - "Permafrost"
(I'm more in a mood for "Cut-Out Shapes" right now, but I've posted that before. Can't really go wrong with this trudge of a track, though.)