Any time will do...

Well, 

Here is another boring Monday evening... It's still sunny.. ish.. the sky is bruising quietly in the background.. I've had to stop listening to the radio as my entire left hand is covered in songs I must remember. This is a good thing, naturally, however, it may eventually lead to ink poisioning or septicemia.. So I thought why not write something slightly more permanent.. or however permanent something upon the net of inters can exist in cyberspace. 

Firstly I have a confession. I'm 100% addicted to the new(ish) TV on the Radio song "Will Do".. Not only do we have some virtual reality loving and guitar playing in the video but it's achingly beautiful, reeks of patience and longing.. a sentiment that nobody ever really forgets and some may not want to. I know I don't like forgetting that. so yes here is the video, and I will bet you some of my hard earned banking money that you fucking love it* (*offer null and void if you read it and believe it... I also haven't really got any money so it would only be about 40p which if you're still a student will let you afford a copy of the Guardian... I snuck back to campus life today... nostalgia and cheap newspapers sigh).. 

http://www.youtube.com/wat

ch?v=dXLpXu9T7j0 well ok it won't let me embed it but I urge urge urge you to find it.. stop being lazy reading this and go and find it now. 

Now you're back I've had a little waltz down memory lane for other amazing TV on the Radio songs but frankly I stop dead at Wolf Like Me.  Reasons abound for me loving this song but nothing quite gets you howling at the moon like the should be proverbial Rochester stylee "Dog drawn bitch" hehe... Nobody quite does sexual longing like the ridiculously sexy bespectacled Tunde Adebimpe.. needless to say I'm rather enamoured... and drift away whenever I hear it... 

if you've ever met me you may know that I often take my ipod to the loo in work.. Yes I know it's odd but it's a minute of pure being locked in a room on your own without having to talk to anybody-ness... and you can't beat TV on the Radio for that. except maybe the Human League.. 

Right on with the list. I'm being hard on myself today this shall be less wistful than I'm feeling and less depressing than I'm contemplating writing about and much much less self indulgent.. Speaking of raw animal magnetism and sex Pete and the Pirates' rather excellent Cold Black Kitty has a certain Kinks' "Wicked Annabella" about it.. it's dark and dirty and she's been playing in the alleys all night. The Kinks femme fatales were never real femme fatales.. they were dark women lead astray into the undergrowth of the "Big Black Smoke" or in Annabella's case she has lots of little demons that do her own bidding.. whenever I'm in a mood I go and sit in the park of the pseudo suburban area I live in and watch from atop my little hill the cars go by amidst the greenery.. the bizarre halfway house of smokey life with the undercurrent of dirt and sod... Village green and the big black smoke down there at the end of Dead End Street.... 

I've always admired Nick Cave's growl.. I grew up thinking of him as the man who murdered Kylie but I never really liked her much anyway, after my sister played the Locomotion for hours on end.. I've read parts of his books that are raw.. but Grinderman are moving me.. moving me to excellent feelings that I've missed.. The Palaces of Montezuma is a piece of art.. Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird, a pretty A-Line dress... lyrically it's incredible and always reminds me of the excellent laidback grandness of early 90s indie or the SoftBoys.. and vocally he's gone all Destroyer.., So much to promise in such a nonchalant way... the promises of someone who has nothing but gives everything.. a quiet sigh in the empty halls of Montezuma's palace... drifting all through the gardens of Akbar's tombs and up the gods. 

I guess there's a new theme emerging.. confused love.. but I read something yesterday, a quote a friend put upon her facebook.. (yeah I know I'm quoting another's facebook page but it was all so right..) "The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - that you'd thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you've never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it's as if a hand has come out, and taken yours...

but music does it too... after going for an amble around the park, scowling annoyed at the ducks, (whom I usually adore by the way), and moping to songs I heard some of these songs (yes I"m addicted to 6music but I can't help it.. I write and write the lists and they're never fulfilled) and all the songs seem so irrationally relevant.. bizarre non?  so not to sound stalkerish I've been searching for more Yeah Jazz after hearing the song "Sharon"... I'm not elaborating.. but I fucking loved it. 

I will however elaborate on my reasonings for not going to the gym today.. in the gym they don't let you play wii tennis in your underwear whilst Black Sabbath blasts Ironman into the living room and out into the softly becoming springlike air..

I'll go and buy the flowers myself... I've been reading Mrs Dalloway and the stream of consciousness reflects my flitting and silly mind.  The springlike air about her writing and yet the near death cycle of her characters are gorgeous... her loneliness in a crowded London.. or her just being alone... They aren't the same... 

I can't decide.. so end on a happy note.. .... happy belated international Women's day... 

if you were in the area you may have seen a few natural talents on stage whom I'm endlessly proud of. .xxxxxxxxxxxxx