Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts

Sunday, 22 February 2009

twenty

this morning i bought Patti Smith's Horses, and i think i can safely say it's one of the best things i have ever done. i'm not one for buying cds- i tend to download most of my music (TOTALLY LEGALLY OF COURSE, TOTALLY, DEFINITELY, NOT A LAW BREAKER I, NOPE, NO ILLEGAL DOWNLOADS HERE... ahem) but for some albums i'll make an exception. let's start with the amazing cover:



is there anything wrong with this picture at all? her expression, the shirt, her hands, the little pin on her blazer.... wow. surely, surely, you say, no album can live up to the promise of such a superfantasticamazing cover? surely we should just throw the cd out the window and stick the picture on the wall?

a fair assumption but, luckily, as far from the truth as i am from the explanet pluto. i have spent the last ten mintues trying to desricbe just how good this album is, but it's not really possible. Gloria is a wonderful, furious first track, patti smith's voice all thick with sex, and it only gets better. the way smith sings, speaks, growls leaves me speechless. she is so singular. there is noone that sounds like her. all the way through, smith's prowling singing is complemented by this angular, arresting guitardrumpiano.

and, and the words, the articulation.. oh. just, oh. one of my favourites at the moment is from elegie:
'There must be something I can dream tonight,
The air is filled with the moves of you'.

so, she's an amazing poet and musican. her voice is strong and honest, and goes from a purr to a shout to a quiet rhythmic hum, like she's reading you a poem . she's sexual but not dependant on her sexuality to sell her work. is that enough? no. she also happens to be the coolest looking person ever.




i adore the way she dresses: highwaisted, tight jeans, loose boyteeshirts, blazers, stompy boots; all made more perfect with thin chain necklaces, badges, ribbons as bracelets, big rings. and it's not just what she wears but the fact that her whole appearance fits her. she doesn't look like she's trying to play up to anyone else's ideas of what she ought to look like, or what's cool; she looks so utterly at ease, so utterly self possesed. i can't imagine what it would be like to see her live- there is so much power just in these photo snatches of her, in her recorded voice.

and is she any less cool now? is she like fuck.


Wednesday, 18 February 2009

seventeen

today was an essay-writing day, as well a reading-all-the-sources-i-didn't-read-during-the-week-for-my-class-tomorrow day. a very hyphen full kind of day, as you can see.


i spent far too many hours in this position, or variations of it. i have not yet been able to work out a way to sit at a desk comfortably; it's been two and a half years of historianing now, surely, SURELY that is a long enough time to solve the problem? alas, i just end up slumped backward, feet rested in pulledout drawers -me and my desk are intimate friends. happily, i had grapefruit squash to help me through this diffcult time (see the mug? it's covered in little illustrations of gardening implements. why? noone knows. it is simply brilliant, and there are no further explanations needed).

the reading and writing would have probably taken less time had i not been sucked into flickr- damn you, beautiful, seductive flickr. what kind of person makes BAJILLIONS of wonderful photographs available to me on my laptop? what kind of person does that to a girl trying to do work? eh? eh? mean sadists, that's who.

favourites of the day:



from cluttershop



from Vaguery, who has a fantastic collection of public
domain images, like this one (which, if i'm honest
i found a while back, not today- but it is so beautiful
that i have to gaze upon it periodically)



a girl after my own heart.



thank you, michal, for making my day a bit more beautiful.

Monday, 16 February 2009

fifteen

today i love: la roux



synth pop + cameo jewelry + trenchcoat + odd beautiful shoes + that hair? yes please. i have been listening to her music pretty much nonstop for, oh, the last month. i love her voice, the electroness, and the shameless fun of it all. pop should be fun. sigh. LOVE.



so, things i need: oversized pink tshirt, big woolly socks and A SWING IN MY BEDROOM.



it is also nice that she is really hot. just saying.