Wednesday, 30 April 2008

Rainy Day

It was proper nasty rainy today.
Like rain that makes you screw up your eyes as tight as you can (whilst still being able to see) when your cycling. And the roads are wet, so water splashes up and gets in your eye anyway, and it feels like your eyelashes have been knocked out of joint and crossed over and gone inwards so you have to blink loads and it's actually really really almost painful. Maybe I should have worn my glasses after all. I just didn't want them to get wet.
You have to wipe the seat of your bike with your sleeve too, but the water never really just slides off, there's always droplets left over, that reform as your wrist passes over them.

This one time, at primary school, we were playing football outside, it rained, and got to the stage where it really wasn't worth trying to stay dry anymore. And sure, it felt liberating. I was nine, y'know.
I sat back down in class, soaked through, everything good. Brave, survivor, carefree. Sniffing proudly. Little nine-year-old punk.
I can't have been the only one soaked through, but I was the only one the teacher singled out. Not in an angry way, not in a not-angry-just-disappointed way. Just in a genuinely concerned way.
That wasn't the reaction I was aiming for.

First rain-related song I thought of - OK, the first one was this, but the second one was 'No Rain', by Blind Melon, which makes me think of Sideways, the least rainy movie ever.

But this is the one I found when I typed 'rain' into iTunes that I like the most (after ignoring all the ones that just came up coz of train, brain or rainbow). And it ends with some real-life rain sounds. And it's not even the only rain-related song off this album - 'Rain Falls for Wind' is lovely too.
Anyway, it's really simple, not particularly meaningful lyrically, but whatever...

mp3: The Sleepy Jackson - Mourning Rain


My lecturer quoted Winehouse today!! No shit. And it wasn't even 'Rehab'.
It was on Troilus and Cressida, and to be honest I was only half-listening at this point, but in relation to Cressida, this lyric is apparently applicable:

I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good

Down-with-the-kids. One hip cat. Or even hepcat.
And yes, the lecture also included references to "texting", plus obligatory unnecessary swearing. Oh well.
Here's the best version of the song, with extra-added Ghostface, off of More Fish:

mp3: Amy Winehouse feat. Ghostface Killah - You Know I'm No Good

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