http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRkovnss7sg this is the truth, universally acknowledged. Bon soir mes petites...
I am fully aware that this has become a rather sporadic event, my blogging.. alas tis that I'm surely becoming an incomprehensible nonsense filled goon. Proof of this 1. I'm sure I'm losing my grammatical skills and conversational ones as well at that.. 2. I'm consistently worrying about either the boredom I have inflicted on my life or the boredom that has become my life. 3. I wish I was roaming Paris in big sunglasses sweeping through the streets to Shakespeare and co eating crepes. 4. I'm obviously becoming more logical as I've written things in list form. 5. I've been watching too many vampire related things both Buffy and Eclipse (yes I know I'm thoroughly ashamed of myself and the entire establishment that they represent) see http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2010/jul/12/charlie-booker-twilights-unscary-monsters for a rather entertaining Brooker downsizing of something I'm ashamed to almost like... (Desperate Romantics aside.. why must you belittle my guilty pleasures so Brooker.. why??!!?)
So in order to make this up to myself I"m going to go off on a rather exciting rant about the most amazing new album I've listened to this month or for that matter in the last few weeks, Time has no calling in this matter... anyway yes Highlight by the wonderfully maudlin National is my new favourite album.. I must admit this is largely due to a certain 6music dj playing it at around the same time each morning as the mournful moans seep into my brain gearing me to face yet another day of the ratrace and remembering how utterly emotionless some elements of life are (work) and how lovingly amazing it is to actually feel something (be it bitter despair or happy light). So the incessantly played song was indeed the lovely Anyone's Ghost that I must admit did hit home slightly... it would for anybody who possesses even the tiniest bit of Romantic (and romantic) bitterness in their bones.. Go out at night with your headphones on... that lost hazy feeling of sitting out in the dusky summer night listening to anything that makes your heart scream and soar at the same time. The clouds always look better when one's listening to lustful mourning.. the pining heart can somewhat hide behind them....http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2XnRl-m5QPI
Getting lost in your own thoughts but so lost in love and loss that you become a ghost of yourself... pretentious maybe.. beautiful and haunting..definitely..
However, twas not all gloom and doom with their album as I mistakenly read Lemonworld as Lemur world.. that would be more entertaining.. England is beautiful.. and Afraid of Everyone is a mist of youthful fear and that inexplicable worriesome thought you have that nobody quite understands...
further musings on this may or not be advisable when one is searching for a home (seriously, Oscar the Grouch is becoming my new role model) and when I'm a tad confused about life but I did drunkenly rediscover Neil Young's beautiful Heart of Gold from the exquisite Harvest album.. If you've ever taken advantage of the cheap gin and fumes in the Pilgrim (Liverpool) and then found lots of change in your wallet from constantly spending notes instead of the money you've already broken then attacked the juke box with vigour.. Me and Jukeboxes... the love that dare not speak it's name.. nah lies.. it is the most open and fulfilling relationship a young girl can know.. on another note I adore the High Violet album cover tis tres pretty...
On a more bolshy womanly note I've also taken to listening to Janis Joplin in the shower. If you've never sung Piece of my Heart into a bottle of Minty shower gel and irritating the entire alleyway below you have never lived.
Also you never saw my exquisite performance that happened on the eve of my birthday..
And so I'm 23 now.. when I wrote my last blog I was awaiting the actual hour of my demise cough sorry growing up and becoming a real adult.. Now I've been 23 for well over a month but I thought I'd share the fabulousness of my birthday night..
A small sparkly room full of the most shiny superstars on the planet<>.. Ah the memories. what a memory I must say it was an incredible night and thanks to everyone who was there and sang their little hearts out..
imagine if you will a Francophile Bowie atop a sofa doffing her reddened quiff and swigging from a bottle of Sav blanc whilst swaying and singing, out of time may I add, a duet of Sarsdedts Where do You Go to My Lovely.. a personal tribute to an unmentioned time and I must say I grinned all night.. and danced. and got rather warm in my jumpsuit.. but twas a night of excellence.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8XQZYIiNgo
Anyway I've neglected my knitting somewhat recently however, I'm coming up with ideas for my petit nephew's recent birthday.. he is a year older and I have celebrated a year of being a Graduate..
Yes this it the time I evolve, or devolve some might say, into my Dustin Hoffman phase (I have recently downloaded a lot of Simon and Garfunkel.. coincidence? I think not.. actually probably is)... that ennui he goes through, the sheer boredom and fear is always there.. who knows what to do when the world's at your feet and you've got so many places to turn that they eventually meld into one big nothingness.. they are all so possible that they become impossible and scary.. we are deep sea diving in a small pool, alone...
On at potentially more joyous note the World Cup is bloody over.. Yes I have actually enjoyed watching football for once.. England out.. but the team I wanted to win got to the final... Hup Holland indeed.. I have 1. got a massive crush on Sneijder 2 love me a bit of bright Orange and 3. feel the roots of my youth spent in the 'Dam coming out shouting "Ja hallo" at those silly Spaniards. (though When Cassillas cried it was very sweet) needless to say I used up my testosterone quota for a while (I must say a lot of shouty men in one room is quite a sexy experience...
as is Salma Hayek in From Dusk Til Dawn.. Sorry I watched it recently watched it and had a craving for Latina foot soaked whiskey of a vampire's tootsies.
mmmm..
Working my artistic skills in the office (and mostly out of it) I have downloaded Don McLean's Vincent (Starry Starry Night) a song that makes me want to lie in a field and watch it swirl.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nwE3VdZ_AHQ I'm working on painting the silliness in my head.. and on that note I shall put up a few videos and think of something more interesting to say next time...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0zAP2dUpAcA
download- National (and sneakily try and find some Arcade Fire Suburbs tracks cos I'm fucking gagging to hear it properly but I want to listen to the album the entire way through at least for the first time... awful habit I know but I'm hideously excited)
thinking about- the tattoo I want... it's French
as is the Movie I Most want to see-Gainsbourg.. yes. oh god yes, moi non plus... oui maintenant viens.... I am honestly in complete lust with Eric Elmosnino.. Je T'aime...Once I've seen it my entire next post will be about it... Attend.
Goodnight Kiddies
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UYxxgvA8rlM
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