Sunday, 15 March 2009

Abe Vigoda on a sunny day

Trinity in the sun.

Happy day.

(Take me home) I know I want it!

It's barely credible that the same band produced this cover:

Wild Heart


Saturday, 28 February 2009

without you...

I should be working, but this is just too gorgeous to wait.
(both from Pictures of You - a tribute to Godlike Geniuses The Cure, free CD with NME UK)

Tuesday, 24 February 2009

Garden Airplane-Trap

In a surrealist mood.
Play Exquisite Corpse! It's more fun than the name suggests.

Saturday, 21 February 2009


(from Super Roots 10 - good luck finding it)
Photo: Kelzan

Thursday, 19 February 2009

15, she's under age, that's raw

Dizzee appearing on a one-off Shooting Stars episode a little while back was incredibly embarrassing. Man of his intelligence and perception shouldn't be making a fool of hisself. That said, I would have enjoyed him performing this with George Dawes doing Shystie's part:

I Luv U

from Boy in da Corner


(that picture just gets more and more disturbing)

Wednesday, 18 February 2009

Just Like Yesterday

This time, the house isn't yellow, in fact the wood isn't painted. Early in the morning, very little light penetrates the branches, throwing soft shapes on the floor. No matter how convincing and comforting you may sound, Ed, the truth is there in the title: Two Weeks. And that's all we have. Until next year.

What I love about this song, though, is that, despite being a heterosexual male, from the very first second I feel like Ed Droste is my lover, and I love him more for trying to reassure me, even though we both know there's no point. If I feel lazy, I can just sink into his voice.
(live on Letterman, studio version on the forthcoming Veckatimest)


Tuesday, 17 February 2009


Been a while, yes?

Ever mind the Rule of Three
Three times what thou givest returns to thee
This lesson well, thou must learn
Thee only gets what thou dost

I joy, that in these straits I see my west;
For though those currents yield return to none,
What shall my west hurt me? As west and east
In all flat maps - and I am one - are one,
So death doth touch the resurrection.
John Donne, 'Hymne to God my God, in my Sickness

I could listen to this beat loop for hours and hours. But then that's the point - silence.

"Did you know when I wanted?"
(from Third)
(maybe more frequent posts, we'll see)