Thursday, August 24, 2006
16.12 On Time
I'm dropping off to the soothing sound of Leanne typing.
She does it properly. None of that squinting at the keyboard, wondering where they hid that pesky % sign, sticking your tongue out in concentration rubbish. All I can see, slumped as I am behind my monitor in a post-lunch stupor, are two disembodied hands flying at an exhausting pace over the keys, only occasionally pausing for thought before rattling off again.
During the pauses the hovering hands remind me of something.
I realise that what I'm being reminded of is Fingermouse.
Yup, it's definitely time for a break.
The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down - The Band
The Ghost Of Tom Joad - Bruce Springsteen
Cocaine - Jackson Browne
Cruel - Calexico
Those To Come - The Shins
Laramie, Wyoming - Richmond Fontaine
I'll Fly Away - Alison Krauss & Gillian Welch
I'm dropping off to the soothing sound of Leanne typing.
She does it properly. None of that squinting at the keyboard, wondering where they hid that pesky % sign, sticking your tongue out in concentration rubbish. All I can see, slumped as I am behind my monitor in a post-lunch stupor, are two disembodied hands flying at an exhausting pace over the keys, only occasionally pausing for thought before rattling off again.
During the pauses the hovering hands remind me of something.
I realise that what I'm being reminded of is Fingermouse.
Yup, it's definitely time for a break.
The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down - The Band
The Ghost Of Tom Joad - Bruce Springsteen
Cocaine - Jackson Browne
Cruel - Calexico
Those To Come - The Shins
Laramie, Wyoming - Richmond Fontaine
I'll Fly Away - Alison Krauss & Gillian Welch
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
16.12 On Time
One of those days where even the simplest task becomes impossible.
External organisation's database search facility has been upgraded, so therefore hasn't worked at even the most basic level for a week now.
Apparently no one is responsible.
This has an effect similar to someone cutting out all the "B"'s in the phone book, throwing them onto the floor and then saying "Go on! You'll be able to find Mr Bloody-Shambles. I know he's in that pile somewhere"
Additionally, our own system has been on "I'm sorry, but our computers are down" mode for 32 hours. And now the printer's stopped working.
Although that doesn't really matter does it - what is there to print?
And anyway, what do I care? Another two days and I'll be away on my holidays.
Silent Boulevard - Tom McRae
Natasha - Rufus Wainwright
A Case Of You - kd Lang
Love Will Tear Us Apart - Susanna & the Magic Orchestra
Ramblin' Man - Lemon Jelly
Blue Eyed Soul - Wilco
Moon River - Andy Williams
One of those days where even the simplest task becomes impossible.
External organisation's database search facility has been upgraded, so therefore hasn't worked at even the most basic level for a week now.
Apparently no one is responsible.
This has an effect similar to someone cutting out all the "B"'s in the phone book, throwing them onto the floor and then saying "Go on! You'll be able to find Mr Bloody-Shambles. I know he's in that pile somewhere"
Additionally, our own system has been on "I'm sorry, but our computers are down" mode for 32 hours. And now the printer's stopped working.
Although that doesn't really matter does it - what is there to print?
And anyway, what do I care? Another two days and I'll be away on my holidays.
Silent Boulevard - Tom McRae
Natasha - Rufus Wainwright
A Case Of You - kd Lang
Love Will Tear Us Apart - Susanna & the Magic Orchestra
Ramblin' Man - Lemon Jelly
Blue Eyed Soul - Wilco
Moon River - Andy Williams
Labels: work
Monday, August 21, 2006
8.10 Cancelled. Turned into a bus at 8.40.One hour and seven minutes late.
Leaving far too much time for introspection and causing me to question exactly where it is I'm going with this line of thought.
Because, even supposing it was a definite (and, let's face it, there is some conjecture here) what possible difference could getting laid by SkinnyCoolFuckSexyBoy have ever made in the grand scheme of things?
The most likely answer is none at all. Which is not the answer I want.
But, and here's the tricky part, the second most likely outcome of having shared a spectacular night of untrammelled passion or - more realistically - a tentative and uncertain shag, with SkinnyCoolFuckSexyBoy is that the circumstances which subsequently led me to cling, limpet-like to the catalogue of disaster that was TheUnsuitableMan would not then have existed.
So, that would be a good thing, right? Win/win?
Well, no, it wouldn't, because then neither the Older nor YoungerBoy would exist, and I couldn't want that.
Equally, if the Older&YoungerBoy had never existed I would've missed out on the really good bit where I got grown-up, became independent & self reliant and passed through what I like to think of as my human-dynamo period.
And, ultimately, If I hadn't become the independent human-dynamo type I would never have met the love of my life. So what am I saying?
I'd give it all up for a pair of shorts, a plain white t-shirt and a perfect backflip?
I don't think so.
I don't think so.
I don't think so.
Leaving far too much time for introspection and causing me to question exactly where it is I'm going with this line of thought.
Because, even supposing it was a definite (and, let's face it, there is some conjecture here) what possible difference could getting laid by SkinnyCoolFuckSexyBoy have ever made in the grand scheme of things?
The most likely answer is none at all. Which is not the answer I want.
But, and here's the tricky part, the second most likely outcome of having shared a spectacular night of untrammelled passion or - more realistically - a tentative and uncertain shag, with SkinnyCoolFuckSexyBoy is that the circumstances which subsequently led me to cling, limpet-like to the catalogue of disaster that was TheUnsuitableMan would not then have existed.
So, that would be a good thing, right? Win/win?
Well, no, it wouldn't, because then neither the Older nor YoungerBoy would exist, and I couldn't want that.
Equally, if the Older&YoungerBoy had never existed I would've missed out on the really good bit where I got grown-up, became independent & self reliant and passed through what I like to think of as my human-dynamo period.
And, ultimately, If I hadn't become the independent human-dynamo type I would never have met the love of my life. So what am I saying?
I'd give it all up for a pair of shorts, a plain white t-shirt and a perfect backflip?
I don't think so.
I don't think so.
I don't think so.
I Hate Scotland - Ballboy
Labels: nostalgia
Friday, August 18, 2006
16.12 Five Minutes Late
On a tiny train stuffed with Blackpool-bound, destined to be disappointed stag & hen weekenders.
With rain & steam making it impossible to see out the window.
With wet feet and just the beginning of a headache.
With Paul Weller on the juke box as the doors finally close - what else am I going to be thinking about?
It's that "third thing..."
A long time ago when I was shockingly naive, transparent and flimsy as cheap cling film, every nerve ending raw with lust, a raging cocktail of confusion & absolute certainty ... there was this Boy.
This SkinnyCoolFuckSexyBoy.
This BlueEyedBoy with a way of looking which not only suggested he could read every thought in my head, but that he was vaguely amused, rather than appalled, by what he read there.
Of course, he was way out of my league.
But cider, cheap white wine and persistence have a strange way of levelling the playing field, so when my chance came I grabbed it with both hands (and we're probably talking literally here, though the detail is a little fuzzy).
Things seemed to be going well, and when he suggested going back to his room I don't think either of us had tea & biscuits in mind.
But then, but then ... but then ... when the crunch came I realised I was out of my depth.
The alcohol evaporated and left me facing the truth - this wasn't meant for me.
What was I thinking?
I made my feeble excuses and left.
The third thing is: I wouldn't run away.
You Do Something To Me - Paul Weller
Late Night Grande Hotel - Nanci Griffith
Too Late For Tonight - Laura Cantrell
Festive Road - the Divine Comedy
Kings Cross - Cinerama
If You See Natalie - Eels
Homesick - Kings Of Convenience
Find The River - REM
On a tiny train stuffed with Blackpool-bound, destined to be disappointed stag & hen weekenders.
With rain & steam making it impossible to see out the window.
With wet feet and just the beginning of a headache.
With Paul Weller on the juke box as the doors finally close - what else am I going to be thinking about?
It's that "third thing..."
A long time ago when I was shockingly naive, transparent and flimsy as cheap cling film, every nerve ending raw with lust, a raging cocktail of confusion & absolute certainty ... there was this Boy.
This SkinnyCoolFuckSexyBoy.
This BlueEyedBoy with a way of looking which not only suggested he could read every thought in my head, but that he was vaguely amused, rather than appalled, by what he read there.
Of course, he was way out of my league.
But cider, cheap white wine and persistence have a strange way of levelling the playing field, so when my chance came I grabbed it with both hands (and we're probably talking literally here, though the detail is a little fuzzy).
Things seemed to be going well, and when he suggested going back to his room I don't think either of us had tea & biscuits in mind.
But then, but then ... but then ... when the crunch came I realised I was out of my depth.
The alcohol evaporated and left me facing the truth - this wasn't meant for me.
What was I thinking?
I made my feeble excuses and left.
The third thing is: I wouldn't run away.
You Do Something To Me - Paul Weller
Late Night Grande Hotel - Nanci Griffith
Too Late For Tonight - Laura Cantrell
Festive Road - the Divine Comedy
Kings Cross - Cinerama
If You See Natalie - Eels
Homesick - Kings Of Convenience
Find The River - REM
Thursday, August 17, 2006
8.10 On Time
6.30: The alarm goes off, the Today programme comes on, and I enjoy being incensed by a woman from Scunthorpe who can’t be arsed to wash out her tins.
I do a quick check on the computer to make sure the REAL World is still there.
It is, and I am delighted to discover that a kind & thoughtful man from the Internet has supplied me with some Mushaboom remixes! (another man from the Internet might learn from this).
When I get to work, I know I’m going to have an uphill struggle trying to wipe out a £500 debt for a woman who has been acting like an ostrich for the last 3 months. But, ultimately, the evil corporation is wrong and I’m looking forward to fighting it.
Outside, the street is quiet, the air is damp and fresh and smells of the sea.
All this, and it’s almost the weekend.
What could possibly go wrong?
….and then I remember…we’re going to Ikea tonight.
Hey Ya! - Outkast
Our Town – Willy Mason
Up On Cripple Creek – The Band
I Swear I Am – Jason Anderson
From The Morning – Nick Drake
Apple Bed – Sparklehorse
Some Fantastic Place – Squeeze
Bat Out Of Hell – Meat Loaf
Doing The Unstuck – The Cure
6.30: The alarm goes off, the Today programme comes on, and I enjoy being incensed by a woman from Scunthorpe who can’t be arsed to wash out her tins.
I do a quick check on the computer to make sure the REAL World is still there.
It is, and I am delighted to discover that a kind & thoughtful man from the Internet has supplied me with some Mushaboom remixes! (another man from the Internet might learn from this).
When I get to work, I know I’m going to have an uphill struggle trying to wipe out a £500 debt for a woman who has been acting like an ostrich for the last 3 months. But, ultimately, the evil corporation is wrong and I’m looking forward to fighting it.
Outside, the street is quiet, the air is damp and fresh and smells of the sea.
All this, and it’s almost the weekend.
What could possibly go wrong?
….and then I remember…we’re going to Ikea tonight.
Hey Ya! - Outkast
Our Town – Willy Mason
Up On Cripple Creek – The Band
I Swear I Am – Jason Anderson
From The Morning – Nick Drake
Apple Bed – Sparklehorse
Some Fantastic Place – Squeeze
Bat Out Of Hell – Meat Loaf
Doing The Unstuck – The Cure
Labels: real life
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
17.12 On Time
Had the meeting with the media types.
Disappointingly, no biscuits of any variety.
Don't think I want to be on the telly after all. It's not all it's cracked up to be.
My Very Best - Elbow
Bridge Over Troubled Water - Simon & Garfunkel
Stone On The Water - Badly Drawn Boy
Things Behind The Sun - Nick Drake
Damaged - Primal Scream
You Are What You Love - Jenny Lewis
Cindy Of 1000 Lives - Billy Bragg
A Day In Space - Ballboy
Had the meeting with the media types.
Disappointingly, no biscuits of any variety.
Don't think I want to be on the telly after all. It's not all it's cracked up to be.
My Very Best - Elbow
Bridge Over Troubled Water - Simon & Garfunkel
Stone On The Water - Badly Drawn Boy
Things Behind The Sun - Nick Drake
Damaged - Primal Scream
You Are What You Love - Jenny Lewis
Cindy Of 1000 Lives - Billy Bragg
A Day In Space - Ballboy
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
8.10 On Time
And the really scary thing about this one is...
Dear Sir/Madam,
For some years I have been compiling a collection of 50s, 60s & 70s popular music and have found it very difficult to be sure if the tracks on the CDs are authentic or not. For my collection I require copies from the original master tapes used for the issue of the original vinyl singles that entered the record charts. It is over the information supplied on some CDs that I have a problem because as far as I can tell the phrases that are in general use seem to have no real legal meaning. For example "Very Best Of", " "GreatestHits" or "Original Recordings". The "Very Best Of" is purely subjective, "Greatest Hits" appears to be any version of the hit song and "Original Recording" can also apply to any version. It is my view that only a copy of the actual recording used on the record that entered the charts should be labelled a hit. There are many inconsistances of this nature contained on CDs.
A recent example is from a Slim Whitman CD (The Collection - EMI 0946 3 34214 2 4) that claims "China Doll" was a UK No.15 in 1955 and published in 1967. Clearly both statements cannot be correct.
Most CDs do not have contact details where some of the inconsistancy issues could be resolved and only in one case when I have contacted the companies have I received a reply.
Yours Faithfully
.... I can kind of see his point
Natasha - Rufus Wainwright
Interstate 5 - The Wedding Present
Broken Hearted Among The Pines - Coope, Boyes & Simpson
Condor Avenue - Elliott Smith
Under Dream Of A Lie - Lambchop
We Can't Make It Here - James McMurty
Republica Evescarra - Ellis Island Sound
Planet Telex - Radiohead
And the really scary thing about this one is...
Dear Sir/Madam,
For some years I have been compiling a collection of 50s, 60s & 70s popular music and have found it very difficult to be sure if the tracks on the CDs are authentic or not. For my collection I require copies from the original master tapes used for the issue of the original vinyl singles that entered the record charts. It is over the information supplied on some CDs that I have a problem because as far as I can tell the phrases that are in general use seem to have no real legal meaning. For example "Very Best Of", " "GreatestHits" or "Original Recordings". The "Very Best Of" is purely subjective, "Greatest Hits" appears to be any version of the hit song and "Original Recording" can also apply to any version. It is my view that only a copy of the actual recording used on the record that entered the charts should be labelled a hit. There are many inconsistances of this nature contained on CDs.
A recent example is from a Slim Whitman CD (The Collection - EMI 0946 3 34214 2 4) that claims "China Doll" was a UK No.15 in 1955 and published in 1967. Clearly both statements cannot be correct.
Most CDs do not have contact details where some of the inconsistancy issues could be resolved and only in one case when I have contacted the companies have I received a reply.
Yours Faithfully
.... I can kind of see his point
Natasha - Rufus Wainwright
Interstate 5 - The Wedding Present
Broken Hearted Among The Pines - Coope, Boyes & Simpson
Condor Avenue - Elliott Smith
Under Dream Of A Lie - Lambchop
We Can't Make It Here - James McMurty
Republica Evescarra - Ellis Island Sound
Planet Telex - Radiohead
Labels: work
Monday, August 14, 2006
21.20 On Time
So, what I meant to say was...
On Saturday, in common with everyone else in the North West, we headed off to Manchester where we fondled some fabrics in Heals, gawped at Goths in the Cathedral Gardens and mused at length over the kind of urban sophisticates we might stumble across were we to venture into that Printworks building.
Oh, and we also popped into Urbis and got chatting to a bunch of like-minded people, some of whom seemed only mildly deranged (and I mean that in the nicest possible way).
A longer time was spent in the Hare & Hounds, where I fear I may have monopolised Jonathan, and then later confessed to having fallen for Craig. Apologies all round.
Guinness makes me sentimental you know.
So, what I meant to say was...
On Saturday, in common with everyone else in the North West, we headed off to Manchester where we fondled some fabrics in Heals, gawped at Goths in the Cathedral Gardens and mused at length over the kind of urban sophisticates we might stumble across were we to venture into that Printworks building.
Oh, and we also popped into Urbis and got chatting to a bunch of like-minded people, some of whom seemed only mildly deranged (and I mean that in the nicest possible way).
A longer time was spent in the Hare & Hounds, where I fear I may have monopolised Jonathan, and then later confessed to having fallen for Craig. Apologies all round.
Guinness makes me sentimental you know.
...sometimes I almost feel just like a human being
Started out listening to one of those Radio 4 programmes you fall into on a day off, and ended up wondering, what's worse?
The moment you make an off the cuff comment to a group of people, confidently affirming "but of course everyone feels/thinks like that, don't they?" to be faced with silence, uneasy incomprehension and a hasty change of tack
or,
the moment when you've finallyhad enough to drink screwed up enough courage to reveal your innermost frailty, the most secret and important and unique thing about you to a person you've decided can be trusted with it, for them to say "Oh yeah, but everyone feels/thinks like that don't they?"
Or is it just me?
This Years Model - Elvis Costello
The moment you make an off the cuff comment to a group of people, confidently affirming "but of course everyone feels/thinks like that, don't they?" to be faced with silence, uneasy incomprehension and a hasty change of tack
or,
the moment when you've finally
Or is it just me?
This Years Model - Elvis Costello
Friday, August 11, 2006
...on drugs in the dark with the one I love, that my friends is where I wish I was
7.31 On Time
Early morning silence.
From the balcony the scent of wallflowers.
White curtains billow at the open window.
A wooden floor and thick stone walls.
On a mattress in the centre of the room I see myself, asleep, beneath a white cotton sheet.
I am not alone.
Neither of us has been in this room before, but I know for sure that one day this will happen.
Some dreams are harder to wake up from than others.
Trouble Is Real - Johnathan Rice
Early morning silence.
From the balcony the scent of wallflowers.
White curtains billow at the open window.
A wooden floor and thick stone walls.
On a mattress in the centre of the room I see myself, asleep, beneath a white cotton sheet.
I am not alone.
Neither of us has been in this room before, but I know for sure that one day this will happen.
Some dreams are harder to wake up from than others.
Trouble Is Real - Johnathan Rice
Labels: nostalgia
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
7.31 On Time
TheGothLady had a very nice skirt on this morning.
I’ve decided that, if I could go back in time, the second of the 'top three things I would do differently' would be to wear more interesting clothes.
I would certainly have discovered black much sooner. Velvet and lace would be involved. And possibly corsets.
My number one ‘do differently’ would be to have had a decent haircut.
And the third thing? … well… oh, is that my phone ringing?… it'll have to wait for another time then.
At The River - Groove Armada
Galveston – Glen Campbell
Cold Hearts, Closed Minds - Nanci Griffith
Now & Forever – The Delgados
Woman’s Realm – Belle & Sebastian
Untitled – Tom McRae
Speed Trials – Elliott Smith
Old Shit/New Shit - Eels
TheGothLady had a very nice skirt on this morning.
I’ve decided that, if I could go back in time, the second of the 'top three things I would do differently' would be to wear more interesting clothes.
I would certainly have discovered black much sooner. Velvet and lace would be involved. And possibly corsets.
My number one ‘do differently’ would be to have had a decent haircut.
And the third thing? … well… oh, is that my phone ringing?… it'll have to wait for another time then.
At The River - Groove Armada
Galveston – Glen Campbell
Cold Hearts, Closed Minds - Nanci Griffith
Now & Forever – The Delgados
Woman’s Realm – Belle & Sebastian
Untitled – Tom McRae
Speed Trials – Elliott Smith
Old Shit/New Shit - Eels
Labels: nostalgia
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
17.12 On Time
I’m still on the list:
“Thank you for expressing an interest in co-operating in the feature on our Service by Bottom Of The Barrel Productions. We have arranged for the production team to come in to provide us with more information and answer any questions we may wish to ask ... You are therefore invited to attend this informal get together when we may get a much better idea of what will be involved and what we can expect during the filming. Please note that even at this stage, there is no obligation on our part to go ahead and we will still be in a position to pull out if we so wish.”
My feeling of special-ness was somewhat deflated on Friday night when Perfect revealed that the original email had gone round his deptartment too.
He hit the ‘No Way! Are You Crazy?' button, without a second thought. And this is a man who, in the line of duty, will drive to the other end of the country with a car full of exploding gas stoves.
A job professional couriers turned down as “too risky”.
But then again, if I do go to this meeting, there's always a chance chocolate biscuits might be provided...
Absolution - Muse
I’m still on the list:
“Thank you for expressing an interest in co-operating in the feature on our Service by Bottom Of The Barrel Productions. We have arranged for the production team to come in to provide us with more information and answer any questions we may wish to ask ... You are therefore invited to attend this informal get together when we may get a much better idea of what will be involved and what we can expect during the filming. Please note that even at this stage, there is no obligation on our part to go ahead and we will still be in a position to pull out if we so wish.”
My feeling of special-ness was somewhat deflated on Friday night when Perfect revealed that the original email had gone round his deptartment too.
He hit the ‘No Way! Are You Crazy?' button, without a second thought. And this is a man who, in the line of duty, will drive to the other end of the country with a car full of exploding gas stoves.
A job professional couriers turned down as “too risky”.
But then again, if I do go to this meeting, there's always a chance chocolate biscuits might be provided...
Absolution - Muse
Monday, August 07, 2006
17.12 On Time
Today I had a row with a man who bought something through eBay - from a man he could only contact by text and who insisted on being paid in cash - because he wanted to know what I was going to do about the fact that it doesn't work.
That was followed by the couple who thought they'd got a good deal by buying a car in a pub car park. It didn't turn out to be the bargain they were expecting.
But, at least they weren't trying to get a personal injury claim out of "almost" choking to death on a "too large" piece of cabbage in a stir-fry ready meal.
Or from the post traumatic stress caused by having had a dodgy digestive in May and no longer being able to "face" biscuits.
Oh, and to top it off there's a flea gazebo under my desk.
I can't wait to take a peek inside that tomorrow morning.
Garden Ruin - Calexico
Today I had a row with a man who bought something through eBay - from a man he could only contact by text and who insisted on being paid in cash - because he wanted to know what I was going to do about the fact that it doesn't work.
That was followed by the couple who thought they'd got a good deal by buying a car in a pub car park. It didn't turn out to be the bargain they were expecting.
But, at least they weren't trying to get a personal injury claim out of "almost" choking to death on a "too large" piece of cabbage in a stir-fry ready meal.
Or from the post traumatic stress caused by having had a dodgy digestive in May and no longer being able to "face" biscuits.
Oh, and to top it off there's a flea gazebo under my desk.
I can't wait to take a peek inside that tomorrow morning.
Garden Ruin - Calexico
Saturday, August 05, 2006
...if life could taste that good again I swear I'd never complain
22.51 Fifteen Minutes Late
Last night I dreamt about you.
We were on holiday, the summer between lower and upper sixth, in that bunk house at the foot of Coniston Old Man. You bought me a present from a craft shop. A 'dreamcatcher' as interpreted by a middle-aged new-age Cumbrian. Feathers and fur, straws and cross stitch.
I was embarrassed because I wasn't sure if you knew it was a hideous piece of trash and you were joking or if you seriously believed it was the sort of thing I might like.
You insisted in speaking in that ridiculous American accent all week.
Then you started flirting with Leonie, because you thought she was my friend, but the truth is she was a bitch and I couldn't bear her.
But we were never at school together were we?
And I've never known anyone called Leonie.
Maybe it was the chilli vodka?
Behind The Frontlines - Johnathan Rice
Brothers On A Hotel Bed - Death Cab For Cutie
Mushaboom - Feist
Dry Land - Roddy Frame
Learn To Live With What You Are - Ben Folds
Hello In There - 10,000 Maniacs
Hackensack - Fountains Of Wayne
Indoor Fireworks - Elvis Costello
Last night I dreamt about you.
We were on holiday, the summer between lower and upper sixth, in that bunk house at the foot of Coniston Old Man. You bought me a present from a craft shop. A 'dreamcatcher' as interpreted by a middle-aged new-age Cumbrian. Feathers and fur, straws and cross stitch.
I was embarrassed because I wasn't sure if you knew it was a hideous piece of trash and you were joking or if you seriously believed it was the sort of thing I might like.
You insisted in speaking in that ridiculous American accent all week.
Then you started flirting with Leonie, because you thought she was my friend, but the truth is she was a bitch and I couldn't bear her.
But we were never at school together were we?
And I've never known anyone called Leonie.
Maybe it was the chilli vodka?
Behind The Frontlines - Johnathan Rice
Brothers On A Hotel Bed - Death Cab For Cutie
Mushaboom - Feist
Dry Land - Roddy Frame
Learn To Live With What You Are - Ben Folds
Hello In There - 10,000 Maniacs
Hackensack - Fountains Of Wayne
Indoor Fireworks - Elvis Costello
Labels: nostalgia
Thursday, August 03, 2006
...get it right, right from the start
17.12 On Time
I'm a rubbish friend.
I leave it far too long before getting in touch.
I will never, ever ring for a chat.
I'll agree that we really ought to meet up, but then leave it to you to arrange where and when.
I won't know what to say when bad things happen to you, but if I need to off load I'll bombard you with attention seeking email.
I mean well, but know that isn't enough.
I'm hoping there's comfort and truth in what someone sort of said recently: if we were all perfect from the start, it would be boring. Wouldn't it?
Marble Arch - Roddy Frame
I see a sky of stars and realise that I'm divided
I hear a sad guitar and I decide I'm undecided
How can I be true to me and true to you?
I'd pick the past apart and change it
Unplay every part
Change the cast and rearrange it
Get it right, right from the start
The march passed marble arch and the parade rolled time away
I saw an open door into before and I escaped
Kickin’ round the alleys and the lanes
Flickin’ through the memories that remain
Seems like such a shame to wish for more the same
I'd pick the past apart and change it
Unplay every part
Change the cast and rearrange it
Get it right, right from the start
Kickin’ round the alleys and the lanes
Flicking through the memories that remain
Got a glimpse of the me that became the one that you see now
Trying on a voice like a man’s for the boys in the band
Took a trip and I slipped and I tore up the street to the house where you lived
And somehow opened the door and walked onto a beach
God made all the stars and sea for you and me
I'd pick the past apart and change it
Unplay every part
Change the cast and rearrange it
Get it right, right from the start
I'm a rubbish friend.
I leave it far too long before getting in touch.
I will never, ever ring for a chat.
I'll agree that we really ought to meet up, but then leave it to you to arrange where and when.
I won't know what to say when bad things happen to you, but if I need to off load I'll bombard you with attention seeking email.
I mean well, but know that isn't enough.
I'm hoping there's comfort and truth in what someone sort of said recently: if we were all perfect from the start, it would be boring. Wouldn't it?
Marble Arch - Roddy Frame
I see a sky of stars and realise that I'm divided
I hear a sad guitar and I decide I'm undecided
How can I be true to me and true to you?
I'd pick the past apart and change it
Unplay every part
Change the cast and rearrange it
Get it right, right from the start
The march passed marble arch and the parade rolled time away
I saw an open door into before and I escaped
Kickin’ round the alleys and the lanes
Flickin’ through the memories that remain
Seems like such a shame to wish for more the same
I'd pick the past apart and change it
Unplay every part
Change the cast and rearrange it
Get it right, right from the start
Kickin’ round the alleys and the lanes
Flicking through the memories that remain
Got a glimpse of the me that became the one that you see now
Trying on a voice like a man’s for the boys in the band
Took a trip and I slipped and I tore up the street to the house where you lived
And somehow opened the door and walked onto a beach
God made all the stars and sea for you and me
I'd pick the past apart and change it
Unplay every part
Change the cast and rearrange it
Get it right, right from the start
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
8.10 On Time
Back at Singer's Night FolkSlut performs a uniquely challenging interpretation of 'Wonderful Tonight'.
An elderly Conservative zimmers determinedly across the dance floor, heading towards the exit.
It is as close as he can get to running away and is a wise move.
Alt-LibrarianGirl pulled Fiona Apple's version of 'Across The Universe' out from behind her fringe.
AmericanaDave plumped for Americana.
TheChildProdigy was a revelation.
SmockDave & HobbitDave appealed for feedback and want a committee.
LaughingDave did Van Morrison and CatWoman did VanWarmer.
I still feel like acripple two-left-footed person* at a disco.
Grace - Jeff Buckley
Blackout - Muse
When The Lights Go Out.. - The Divine Comedy
Narcolepsy - Ben Folds Five
It's A Hit - We Are Scientists
Streetlights - Josh Rouse
All The Dark Horses - Trashcan Sinatras
UPDATE: It has been brought to my attention that there is a possibility of some confusion over my usage of the word 'slut'. Apparently, not everyone employs the term to mean a person who is not very handy with a duster, or who leaves the washing up in the sink overnight. To avoid any unintended offence the made up and totally fictional character of 'FolkSlut' ceases to exist as of today.
*no offence intended to the two left footed.
Back at Singer's Night FolkSlut performs a uniquely challenging interpretation of 'Wonderful Tonight'.
An elderly Conservative zimmers determinedly across the dance floor, heading towards the exit.
It is as close as he can get to running away and is a wise move.
Alt-LibrarianGirl pulled Fiona Apple's version of 'Across The Universe' out from behind her fringe.
AmericanaDave plumped for Americana.
TheChildProdigy was a revelation.
SmockDave & HobbitDave appealed for feedback and want a committee.
LaughingDave did Van Morrison and CatWoman did VanWarmer.
I still feel like a
Grace - Jeff Buckley
Blackout - Muse
When The Lights Go Out.. - The Divine Comedy
Narcolepsy - Ben Folds Five
It's A Hit - We Are Scientists
Streetlights - Josh Rouse
All The Dark Horses - Trashcan Sinatras
UPDATE: It has been brought to my attention that there is a possibility of some confusion over my usage of the word 'slut'. Apparently, not everyone employs the term to mean a person who is not very handy with a duster, or who leaves the washing up in the sink overnight. To avoid any unintended offence the made up and totally fictional character of 'FolkSlut' ceases to exist as of today.
*no offence intended to the two left footed.
Labels: music
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
17.12 On Time
It was a quiet day in the office.
So, ThesaurusBoy showed us how to fall.
There’s no big secret, basically, you just relax and let yourself go.
I have trouble with both of those things.
Grass - XTC
Because – The Beatles
Venus – Air
Solitare – Dean Friedman
Last Chance Texaco – Rickie Lee Jones
At Seventeen – Janis Ian
Til The Tide Creeps In – The Thrills
Hairshirt – REM
Feltham Is Singing Out – Hard-FI
It was a quiet day in the office.
So, ThesaurusBoy showed us how to fall.
There’s no big secret, basically, you just relax and let yourself go.
I have trouble with both of those things.
Grass - XTC
Because – The Beatles
Venus – Air
Solitare – Dean Friedman
Last Chance Texaco – Rickie Lee Jones
At Seventeen – Janis Ian
Til The Tide Creeps In – The Thrills
Hairshirt – REM
Feltham Is Singing Out – Hard-FI
