The horror of Saturdays.
I have just returned from Milton Keynes to buy my brother's birthday present. The trip was filled with frustration and has left me worn out. See, during the week shoppers are just more civilised and, more importantly, tend to go either on their own or in pairs. On Saturdays, this rules just flies out of the fucking window. I was in Paperchase trying to browse for cards and I realised that I was surrounded and trapped by 3 people with babies in pushchairs. Not only this but they all seemed to be linked together in some kind of telepathic way to move at around the same time, meaning that I couldn't get a proper look at what I wanted to as I was being processed on some kind of shopping conveyor belt.
This, together with the fact that companies seem to think that it's a great idea to have demonstrations in the middle of the corridors through the shopping centre (including one outside Lush which involved bowls filled with water and their bath products of which I thought, passing it on the way in, was a recipe for disaster and, on return to the car, proved me right by a section of the floor cordoned off, the demonstrations gone, a 5 year old child receiving some kind of first aid and some worried Lush employee looking very concerned and filling in paperwork - fill the gaps as to what happened) meant that it was arduous shopping experience. Still I got what I wanted. And the best exchange that I heard while I was there? A mother on the phone holding the hand of a 7 or 8 year old child saying: "Yeah but I never sucked him off, Daryl. No I never. I never. I never.".
Kate says that I am too negative and that it increases my own stress levels and, at the moment, gets in the way of me getting back to health, so I'll change tack now.
I realised today that Vauxhall and I by Morrissey is probably one of my favourite albums ever. I'm a bit hard on old Moz. There was all that horrid overexposure around the time of You Are The Quarry, and I think that I just got fed up with how he interviewed. But, it has to be said, the man is class. What I especially love is my feeling that all of his lyrics do not come from feelings but of observations, or by him musing how he would feel in a certain situation. There are far too many people out there who take Morrissey seriously, which I'm sure that he loves, but I think that there is an awful lot of wit and sarcasm in his lyrics, even in songs like I Know It's Over and There Is A Light That Never Goes Out (from The Smiths' The Queen Is Dead album - although if you don't know that then I'm not sure why you've read this far).
Vauxhall and I is just wonderful. Every song tells a compelling story and is accompanied by a big musical hug with it's dense production of harmonic feedback and other guitar and keyboard effects, the like of which I've never heard before or since. I wouldn't say that I could listen to it over and over, but I think that this is true (of me) about any album. It made the drive back from Milton Keynes today and rather enjoyable experience. If you're wanting to snatch the odd sample from the world wide web, then I suggest the songs Now My Heart Is Full, Why Don't You Find Out For Yourself? and the sublime Lifeguard Sleeping, Girl Drowning.
Here's some great Power Pop for everyone. I wonder if that is the natural progression of the punk/new wave 3 piece?
Points will be given if you can tell me by favourite couplet in this song.
I don't like the band Queen at all, but this is a fucking cracking track. I wish that Queen stuck with this formula of just releasing bonkers baroque rock (if I've just coined that then I want credit!) rather than slipping into the turgid mainstream shit that they churned out in the 80s. Still. If you don't like the following song then I'm sure that you'll find the naked ladies in the video refreshing.
"You say 'Coke' I say 'Caine' / You say 'John' I say 'Wayne'". Brilliant.
This, together with the fact that companies seem to think that it's a great idea to have demonstrations in the middle of the corridors through the shopping centre (including one outside Lush which involved bowls filled with water and their bath products of which I thought, passing it on the way in, was a recipe for disaster and, on return to the car, proved me right by a section of the floor cordoned off, the demonstrations gone, a 5 year old child receiving some kind of first aid and some worried Lush employee looking very concerned and filling in paperwork - fill the gaps as to what happened) meant that it was arduous shopping experience. Still I got what I wanted. And the best exchange that I heard while I was there? A mother on the phone holding the hand of a 7 or 8 year old child saying: "Yeah but I never sucked him off, Daryl. No I never. I never. I never.".
Kate says that I am too negative and that it increases my own stress levels and, at the moment, gets in the way of me getting back to health, so I'll change tack now.
I realised today that Vauxhall and I by Morrissey is probably one of my favourite albums ever. I'm a bit hard on old Moz. There was all that horrid overexposure around the time of You Are The Quarry, and I think that I just got fed up with how he interviewed. But, it has to be said, the man is class. What I especially love is my feeling that all of his lyrics do not come from feelings but of observations, or by him musing how he would feel in a certain situation. There are far too many people out there who take Morrissey seriously, which I'm sure that he loves, but I think that there is an awful lot of wit and sarcasm in his lyrics, even in songs like I Know It's Over and There Is A Light That Never Goes Out (from The Smiths' The Queen Is Dead album - although if you don't know that then I'm not sure why you've read this far).
Vauxhall and I is just wonderful. Every song tells a compelling story and is accompanied by a big musical hug with it's dense production of harmonic feedback and other guitar and keyboard effects, the like of which I've never heard before or since. I wouldn't say that I could listen to it over and over, but I think that this is true (of me) about any album. It made the drive back from Milton Keynes today and rather enjoyable experience. If you're wanting to snatch the odd sample from the world wide web, then I suggest the songs Now My Heart Is Full, Why Don't You Find Out For Yourself? and the sublime Lifeguard Sleeping, Girl Drowning.
Here's some great Power Pop for everyone. I wonder if that is the natural progression of the punk/new wave 3 piece?
Click to viewPoints will be given if you can tell me by favourite couplet in this song.
I don't like the band Queen at all, but this is a fucking cracking track. I wish that Queen stuck with this formula of just releasing bonkers baroque rock (if I've just coined that then I want credit!) rather than slipping into the turgid mainstream shit that they churned out in the 80s. Still. If you don't like the following song then I'm sure that you'll find the naked ladies in the video refreshing.
"You say 'Coke' I say 'Caine' / You say 'John' I say 'Wayne'". Brilliant.