Saturday, February 06, 2010
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Didn't exactly manage a playlist a month this year either...
- Scott Pilgrim - Plumtree
- Punk Boy - Helen Love
- Jennifer's Body - Hole
- Death - White Lies
- A Thing For Me - Metronomy
- Feel Free - Kano f. Damon Albarn
- High Heel Sneakers - Tommy Tucker
- Dust My Blues - Elmore James & His Broom Dusters
- Daddy's Gone - Glasvegas (fast version)
- I Could Have Done This Myself - Lightspeed Champion
- A New England - Billy Bragg
- Caskets - Damien Jurado
- Lost Coastlines - Okkervil River
- Funeral Face - Suburban Kids With Biblical Names
- I'm A Pilot - Fanfarlo
- Let's Fall Back In Love - Slow Club
- Jumpin' Jack Flash - The Rolling Stones
- Mr Big Stuff - Jean Knight
- Pressure Drop - Toots and the Maytals
- My Girls - Animal Collective
- Wild Wild Life - Talking Heads
- Everyday People - Sly and the Family Stone
- Pull Shapes - The Pipettes
- Dull Life - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
- King Rocker - Generation X
- Public Image - Public Image Ltd
- Knife (Grizzly Bear cover) - Born Ruffians
- Uptown Top Ranking - Althea & Donna
- Lights Out - Santogold
- But It's Alright - Eddie Floyd
- Johnny Too Bad - The Slickers
- Clean Up Woman - Betty Wright
- Try A Little Tenderness - Otis Redding
- Galaxy Of The Lost - Lightspeed Champion
- Fake Empire - The National
- You Made Me Like It - 1990s
- The Frug - Rilo Kiley
- Baby It's You - Smith
- Little Garcon - Born Ruffians
- 26 Miles - Dent May
- Tricycle - Psapp
- Coconut - Harry Nilsson
- Piazza, New York Catcher - Belle & Sebastian
- Tree Hugger - Antsy Pants
- I Don't Do Crowds - Camera Obscura
- My Good Deed - Shearwater
- Drinking, Thinking, Sinking, Feeling - Slow Club
- Gone Under Sea - Electrelane
- Summer Shakedown - Slow Club
- Cheerleader - Grizzly Bear
- Everyone I Know Is Listening To Crunk - Lightspeed Champion
- The Killing Moon - Pavement
- Creep - Radiohead
- Animal Nitrate - Suede
- Electric Feel - MGMT
- Stay Don't Go - Spoon
- Heartbreaker - Metronomy
- Your Kisses Are Wasted On Me - The Pipettes
- Blue Boy - Orange Juice
- Barnacle Goose - Born Ruffians
- Holland, 1945 - Neutral Milk Hotel
- Fire Escape - Fanfarlo
- Love You Better - The Maccabees
- Always On My Way Back Home - Jay Jay Pistolet
- Run To Your Grave - The Mae Shi
- Lessons Learned - Matt & Kim
- It Doesn't Have To Be Beautiful - Slow Club
- A Summer Chill - This Is Ivy League
- Sleep All Summer - The National f. St Vincent
- Feeling Good - Muse
- Darling, You're Mean - The Duke Spirit
- Two Weeks - Grizzly Bear
- Mockingbird - Inez Foxx and Charlie Foxx
- Welcome To My Heart - The Bouquets
- My Heart Is Out Of Bounds - The Long Blondes
- No You Girls - Franz Ferdinand
- First Love - The Maccabees
- Rudi, A Message To You - The Specials
- Drive-In Saturday - David Bowie
- Good Love, Bad Love - Eddie Floyd
- The Way I Feel Inside - The Zombies
- One For My Baby (And One More For The Road) - Ella Fitzgerald
- Heartless - Kanye West
- Tears Dry On Their Own - Amy Winehouse
- Little Girl - Danger Mouse & Sparklehorse f. Julian Casablancas
- Daylight - Matt and Kim
- Trophy Room - Slow Club
- Wild Young Hearts - Noisettes
- Fuck You - Lily Allen
- Bruises - Chairlift
- Close To Me - The Cure
- Hey Now - Talking Heads
- End Of A Century - Blur
- Kids - MGMT
- Wouldn't It Be Nice - Will Oldham
- Intervention - The Arcade Fire
- Float On - Modest Mouse
- Steady As She Goes - The Raconteurs
- Losing My Religion - R.E.M.
- Dead Souls - Joy Division
- You Know I'm No Good - Amy Winehouse
- Bigmouth Strikes Again - The Smiths
- This Charming Man - Stars
- While You Wait For The Others - Grizzly Bear
- She's Not There - The Zombies
- Subterranean Homesick Blues - Bob Dylan
- My Boys - Taken By Trees
- Dog Days Are Over - Florence And The Machine
- Tom's Diner - Suzanne Vega
- Superstar - The Carpenters
- I'd Rather Go Blind - Etta James
- Daughters Of The Soho Riots - The National
- Nights In White Satin - The Moody Blues
- Fire And Rain - Willie Nelson
- Song For Autumn - The Catchers
- Land Locked Blues - Bright Eyes
- Save Me - Aimee Mann
- I Will - The Beatles
- Time And Space - The Accidental
- Dead On The Lawn - KaiserCartel
- Creature Fear - Bon Iver
- Keep Yourself Warm - Frightened Rabbit
- Airplanes - Local Natives
- Furr - Blitzen Trapper
- John Belushi - The Broken Family Band
- Sorry About The Doom - Slow Club
- Foreground - Grizzly Bear
Monday, December 21, 2009
Sunday, December 06, 2009
Another year, another Chrismukkah celebration - expanded again for the third year running. We're now up to 16 adults, two toddlers, and one baby bump). The celebrations kicked off at 2ish, the last guests left about ten to midnight.
The day consisted of: 2 bottles champagne, 4 bottles bucks fizz, 5 bottles wine, 20 bottles beer, 1 bottle Baileys, 5 cafetieres coffee, 1 turkey, 2.5 kg potatoes, a kilo mac cheese, 1 apple crumble, 1 xmas pudding, a whole cheese board, no toddler tantrums and Home Alone played on a loop about four times.
Good friends, good food, good times. Nicely done. Here's to next year.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Ho. Lee. Fuck. Mind scarred forever; another addition for my Most Fucked Up list. The French know how to do brutal horror films, they really do.
After that filmic experience, I ended up walking to the Barbican after realising that (a) with all the TFL closures this weekend, it would be nigh on impossible to public transport it, and (b) Barbican is actually only about 20 minutes, give or take, walk away from me. Plus, I kind of needed the walk to come out of film shock. I'm not knocking the film - it clearly works to have had such an effect, and I'm actually quite a fan of the French new wave horror films that have been coming out in the past few years. It's just not exactly a calming precursor to an evening of orchestral indie music...
Finally got to the Barbican and met up with J-Dig, then took our seats. Grizzly Bear and the LSO, oh my. Love love love. GB are pretty much one of my favourite ever bands, and seeing them play in that space, with the orchestra backing them, was just incredible.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Sam, wee Margot and I made an early (like 7am early - see above picture) morning trip to Kempton Racetrack for the renowned antiques fair that takes place there. It was well worth the getting up early; fascinating stalls to rummage through and some excellent little finds, including a 19th Century French family's photo album, which I bought for Dandy, making me think as it did of his amazing work.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Blarg. So hungover it actually hurts. It's Yom Kippur and I am totally unintentionally atoning for my sins today.
Never. Drinking. Again.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Saturday, September 05, 2009
Tayo turned three today and had a superhero-themed party (yeah it was totally my idea) for which I made the above Batman and X-Men themed cupcakes. Having exposed him to Spiderman since he was a baby and Batman for the past year or so, I decided it was time to introduce him to Wolverine and the X-Men so got him, as part of his present, the animated X-Men series that used to be on CBBC on Saturday mornings when I was a kid (and it's not like I got so excited about it I cracked the DVD open and watched an episode before I wrapped it up or anything...)
Midway through his party I saw him crouched on the floor staring intently at a Marvel Heroes napkin (we'd gone and got a bunch of Marvel Heroes party crap the night before - paper plates, cups etc). I went over to see he was okay and he asked me to tell him again (as per our conversation the evening before) who all the characters were, and explain how exactly it was Peter Parker became Spiderman and Tony Stark became Iron Man. I think he got it. It was cute to see he'd remembered our conversation from earlier and was really trying to commit the characters to memory. We'll make a comic book geek of him yet. Especially with me as his godmother, giving him X Men crap and Spiderman hoodies:
Friday, August 28, 2009
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
1. L’Armée des Ombres
2. George Washington
4. Pretty in Pink (PCC double bill)
5. The Breakfast Club (PCC double bill)
6. Wendy & Lucy
8. The Vanishing (Dutch/French version)
10. Evil Dead
11. The Blair Witch Project
13. Little Miss Sunshine
14. Mean Streets
15. True Stories (BFI)
16. Point Break (PCC)
17. Bubba Ho-Tep
18. Hot Fuzz
20. Cabin Fever
21. Evil Dead 2
24. The Machinist
25. Jackie Brown
26. Mean Creek
27. My Bloody Valentine (original)
28. Die Welle (The Wave)
29. 17 Again
30. Punishment Park
32. The Fall
34. The Crazies
36. Being There
37. Switchblade Romance
38. The Hills Have Eyes (2006)
39. Let The Right One In
41. The Night Listener
42. The Amityville Horror
43. My Girl
44. Star Trek
45. Tropic Thunder
47. Blue Velvet
48. Army of Darkness
50. Audition (PCC)
51. An American Werewolf In London
52. The Shining
53. Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me
54. The Hills Have Eyes (1977)
55. Eden Lake
56. Drag Me To Hell
57. Wizard of Gore
58. The Descent
59. Hostel II
60. Friday 13th
61. The Gruesome Twosome
62. The Darjeeling Ltd
65. The Story of Ricky, or Riki-Oh
66. Rosemary’s Baby
67. Camp Rock
68. The Hangover
69. Tokyo Zombie
70. The Happiness of the Katakuris
71. Children of Men
72. Battle Royale
73. Son of Rambow
75. Star Trek
76. The Toxic Avenger
77. The Brood (UK version)
Major shouts in this quarter to The Vanishing and Martyrs, which both quickly made my Fucked Up Films list; Star Trek for being a great blockbustery movie (finally! I think the previous blockbuster-type films I'd seen were Watchmen and Dark Knight, neither of which I rated much); Evil Dead for being Evil Dead (can you believe I'd never seen any of them before?) and Halloween - which I'd also never seen - and was one of the first films in quite a while to genuinely scare me. Kudos, John Carpenter.
Friday, June 05, 2009
The lift descends. The lift announcer tells us we're at platform level, and to turn right for both East and West-bound trains. The doors start to open.
That's as far as they get. About a centimetre open. Then - bang. They slam shut again. And repeat - open a crack, machinery grinding - before they slam shut.
Fabulous. Doors stuck.
I roll my eyes. We all stand there for about five minutes, fully aware the doors seem to be broken, waiting for a member of staff to respond. Finally someone speaks to us over the lift intercom. They're sending someone down.
A couple minutes later and we can hear the staff members on the other side of the doors. They start to open again, and it sounds as if the employees are trying to drag the doors open with their hands. Even I could've told you that's not going to work. They try the doors the other side - these lifts having exits both sides, for crowd control. No dice.
We've now been down here about half an hour, probably. Time is ticking on. What started off being vaguely amusing is getting kind of annoying. A voice over the intercom asks us if we're alright. The other woman in the elevator starts getting lary with them. She's going to be late for work. Aren't we all, honey.
My phone starts to ring. Reception at the bottom of the lift shaft? I had no idea. It's my sister. She starts rabbiting on about Buffy, of all things. I tell her we're stuck in the lift and I'll call her later, then hang up. Offer my phone to the others in there with me - the lady takes it, calls her office to say she's stuck and going to be late. An American guy tells us he's on his way to Heathrow. Gonna miss that plane.
More sounds of struggle from the outside of the lifts. Perhaps the TFL staff have thought to get a crowbar or something, to pry the doors open? Nope, they're just pressing buttons. Excellent. Well done. They tell us there's an emergency hatch, but someone has to go and get the key. Okay, we'll wait. Not like we've got anything else to do.
Ten minutes later and we hear someone behind the wall panels, in the shaft between our elevator and the neighbouring one (there being three lifts in total at Russell Square station). They talk among themselves, seem to fiddle with something, leave again.
Good. Not getting anywhere quickly. This whole experience is not doing much to restore the very little faith I had in TFL.
Eventually the lift starts to move, back up to street level. The intercom tells us the fire brigade have been called. Fucking finally. Why didn't they do this 45 minutes ago?
Though annoyed and pissed off that I'm now going to be marvellously late for work, having gotten up so early, I realise my palms are a little sweaty now we've just been hauled 100 foot back up the lift shaft, and it's still broken. If they're going to piss around with the mechanics of the elevator I'm stuck in, I'm damn sure I'd rather it was sat at the bottom of the shaft on the ground than suspended that high up.
More crashing and banging from outside and suddenly an emergency hatch in the wall opposite me swings open.
'You alright in there?'
Fuck no we're not. We've been in here an hour and a half, almost. The American who's missing his plane is really pissed off, the other guy is rolling his eyes, the lady is on the verge of a panic attack, I'm annoyed and a little jumpy.
It's a mechanic. He swings in through the narrow emergency escape doorway, reaches back out and pulls across a ladder, that now bridges the gap between our elevator and the roof of the neighbouring one that has been specially lowered.
So let me get this straight. Our lift is a few feet below street level. The lift next to us is a few feet below us, so that the roof of that lift is just above the floor of ours. A fireman's ladder now crosses the echoing 100 foot drop between us. And they want us to crawl across that ladder, stand on the roof of the next lift, then climb another ladder from the roof of that to street level.
You have GOT to be joking.
The mechanic passes all our bags to the fireman opposite who passes them to street level. Then we're off. The other lady goes first, crawling across the ladder to a waiting fireman, who puts her over his shoulder, swings her round to the ladder to street level. Now me (what gallant gentlemen we're sharing the stuck lift with!). Just keep reminding myself not to look down. Don't look down... Get to the other lift. Eschew the offer of the fireman's shoulder for finding my own footing. Climb the other ladder, get to solid ground... and suddenly my hands are shaking so badly I can't even hold the cup of water I'm offered.
Holy crap what a ridiculous morning.
I just about manage to text my sister to tell her we're finally out, but it takes twice as long as usual, my hands are too shaky to hit the right keys. I want to just head back home - 60 seconds away, round the corner - but my sister, who stayed over, currently has my house keys.
The TFL staff jump into action, and, bless them, are actually very good. They offer us water and sweet tea or coffee, they write us letters to take to work or airlines so we've proof of why we're late and can get money back if necessary. They call us cabs to take us where we need to get to (like hell I'm getting back on the Tube this morning). I discover they've had to shut the whole flipping station down while we've been stuck which is, I have to admit, kind of awesome (the grilles are down and Russell Square being as busy a station as it is, the crowds are packed outside).
I jump in a cab down to Waterloo and get the mainline back West to work. The shakes eventually stop (I'm slightly disappointed with myself, I thought I was made of stronger stuff), and it's rather fun reciting the story to everyone (people take delight in telling me "Ohmigod it's like Speed or something!" Yes, without Dennis Hopper as mad bomber or any rescuer remotely as hot as Keanu Reeves).
End up bunking off work early as I feel I've had quite enough adventures for one day and there's a latent headache that's been building since the mechanic pulled the ladder into the lift about to explode, so go back to my parents' (a mere 10 minute bus ride from my work, and no elevators or tube trains involved!) and resolve from now on I'll forego the lifts and take the stairs at Russell Square every time, even if there are 177 of them.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Jasmin: -No, the past, present AND future – of music.
Clare: I love him more than any reality star ever.
Jasmin: I think I might love him more than Same Difference
Clare: I really want to lick his face.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
In honour of both, a clip of one of my favourite scenes from True Stories, which we saw tonight at the BFI. I hadn't seen it in years and had forgotten most of it - especially how much I loved it. What a great film.
(Click here for the full scene)
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
1. True Romance
2. The Family Stone
3. 8 ½
4. Reservoir Dogs
5. Kill Bill 1
6. Kill Bill 2
7. I Walked With A Zombie
8. Independence Day (kind of. On tv in background)
10. Au Revoir Les Enfants
11. Edward Scissorhands
13. Escape From NY
14. Total Recall
15. Carve Her Name With Pride
16. Thank You For Smoking
18. Faster Pussycat, Kill Kill
19. Notorious (Hitchcock. Not Biggie.)
20. Enchanted (with a 9 year old I was looking after) (not that I feel the need to justify watching it. I heart Amy Adams)
21. Superman Returns
22. Batman Returns
23. Aguirre, Wrath of God
24. Sid & Nancy
26. Big Trouble In Little China
27. Quay Brothers shorts
28. Let The Right One In (Angelika)
29. I’m Not Scared
30. Before Sunrise
31. The Piano Tuner of EarthQuakes
32. Goodbye Lenin
33. Run Lola Run
35. Repo Man
36. The Thing (PCC double bill)
37. An American Werewolf In London (PCC double bill)
40. Don’t Look Now
42. Gone Baby Gone
43. Death Note
44. Sweet & Lowdown
45. Ichi The Killer
46. Build My Gallows High
47. Hostel (took me two attempts to get through it…)
48. Repo! The Genetic Opera (PCC)
49. The Edukators
50. Mala Noche
52. Slumdog Millionaire (cinema)
53. Sympathy For Mr Vengeance
54. The Reader (cinema)
55. Pulp Fiction
57. Lord Of The Flies (1963)
58. My Own Private Idaho (Riverside Studios double bill)
59. Milk (Riverside Studios double bill)
60. Ghostbusters (PCC)
62. Donnie Darko
63. Taxi Driver
64. What’s Eating Gilbert Grape
65. In Search Of A Midnight Kiss
Pretty much all great but major shouts have to go to Pieces, Oldboy, Let The Right One In and In Search Of A Midnight Kiss for being some of my favourites that I'd never seen before.
Monday, March 09, 2009
Step Two: Given her own cake; tries to smoosh the whole thing in in one go (though let's face it, who doesn't?)
Step Three: Cake Face achieved.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Dan had the idea of building a photobooth for his grand party, so Friday night, after a trip to the Whitney, Brett and I headed back to his house to assist in the construction. Or rather, and despite our museum fatigue, Brett hit the ground running, being incredibly helpful and creative, while I kind of hung around, taking photos, generally getting in the way, running to the drugstore for push pins (to hang the drapery) then agreeing wholeheartedly with the plan to head to Black Mountain for dinner and drinks at 11pm.
The party itself went with a bang - lots of drink and good friends and dancing and squabbles over playlists (Christy Claire was rather put out that hers got turned off when Outkast came on), but you know there is the smallest chance I might have been getting my drunk on at the party - there was rather more of the booze and rather less of the food for me that day - so my memory gets a little hazy some time around midnight...
Luckily the photobooth, apart from being a great party game, is also a fabulous aide-memoire for those drunken occasions, so it was with amusement and trepidation we looked through the photos this (very hungover) evening...
Ahh parties. Open bars without having eaten anything. New York. <3
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Today the Wicked Witch of the East blew in and brought with her gale-force, knock-you-down-and-blow-you-to-Oz strength winds, which I braved nonetheless to hang out with Faran for a quick lunch (being Fashion Week she's run off her feet), then meet Dan at the Angelika for Let The Right One In, which we both love (somehow the subways rumbling loudly underneath us mostly add to the atmosphere of the movie). Afterwards we find Cat and head for tea at Cafe Gitane, then cab it over to Hudson for Melissa Auf Der Mar's screening of a short that Dan and Brett (who's arrived in town today from Providence) worked on last year.
Home again home again jiggity jig... somehow we convince the Greenpoint residents to come down to Carroll Gardens for a wee drinkie or two, so we head to Brooklyn Social for some (strong as hell) Old Fashioneds.
Then it's back to Dan's where I remember I have a bag of funsize Crunchies in my suitcase for Christy Claire - it's quickly opened and everyone sugars up before CC and I grab a car service with all my crap back to her place in Greenpoint and it's time to acquaint myself with a new part of Brooklyn...
Monday, February 02, 2009
I was clearly too quick off the mark with the previous Stopping-by-woods wintry post, as we woke up today to a mass of snow, all but one tube line closed down and all London buses pulled from their routes... Ahh London when it snows...
Seeing as were already up and ready to go, having not realised there was no way to get to work, we went out for a walk at about 8:30am, while the snow was still virgin, down along the river to Syon Park, where it felt as if we were in the middle of the countryside. Beautiful.
And of course Fi just *had* to make a snow angel...
Friday, January 23, 2009
Dinner at (well, above) Honest Jon's - a real Mexican feast cooked up for us by Jason who's in from LA for a couple months, to commiserate the relocating (and thus job losses) of the company that at one time or another has employed four out of the seven of us there for dinner. Home-made flautas and guacamole and salsa and omg my mouth is watering even typing this (that kid is a great chef) and then on to another bottle of wine and roll-ups, though we leave before they really get into it, what with having work the next day when none of the others do.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
It wasn't a playlist a month this year, as things were up and down (January was spent despairing about the job situation and finally taking - and passing, woot! - my driving test), but these were basically the soundtrack to my '08.
February 2008 (for Dan's bday)
1. Okay - KaiserCartel
2. Together Or Alone - Sebadoh
3. Don't Let Him Waste Your Time - Jarvis Cocker
4. Because We're Dead - Slow Club
5. 5 Years Time - Noah & The Whale
6. The Man Who Sold The World - David Bowie
7. King Bubbles In The Sand - King Creosote
8. Oxford Comma - Vampire Weekend
9. Horse And I - Bat For Lashes
10. Police & Thieves - The Clash
11. Something In The Air - Thunderclap Newman
12. This Is A Low - Blur
13. Freewheel - Duke Special
14. Never Lonely Alone - Space Needle
15. Between The Bars - Elliott Smith
16. Lullaby - The Cure
17. Set Yourself On Fire - Stars
18. You! Me! Dancing! - Los Campesinos
19. Bonus Track (God Gave Rock and Roll To You, which we one time turned up REALLY loud after watching Bill & Ted)
Early Summer (May/June 2008)
1. Me And You - Slow Club
2. That's Not My Name - The Ting Tings
3. Ready For The Floor - Hot Chip
4. Paper Planes - MIA (not the shitty radio version they released this autumn)
5. Time To Pretend - MGMT
6. Maps - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
7. Turn Tail - The Young Knives
8. Ashes To Ashes - David Bowie
9. Here On My Own - U.N.P.O.C.
10. In the Hot. Hot Rays - Fleet Foxes
11. The Boy With The Arab Strap - Belle & Sebastian
12. Late For The Devil - Kid Harpoon
13. Girls And Boys In Love - The Rumble Strips
14. The Kids Don't Stand A Chance - Vampire Weekend
15. A Day In The Life - The Beatles
Late Summer (July/August 2008)
1. Broken Bones - Sons and Daughters
2. Hypnotise - The White Stripes
3. Nonstop - Whitey
4. America's Boy - Broadcast
5. Ocean - Sebadoh
6. Tomorrow Tomorrow - Elliott Smith
7. Mykonos - Fleet Foxes
8. It's All Over - The Broken Family Band
9. I Know - The Beta Band
10. Ease Your Feet In The Sea - Belle & Sebastian
11. Going Down - Florence & Kid Harpoon
12. Wild Wood - Paul Weller
13. Flowers And Football Tops (acoustic) - Glasvegas
14. She Doesn't Belong - Pete & The Pirates
15. Summer's The Worst - Michael Leviton
16. Little Yellow Spider - Devendra Banhart
17. Wild World - Cat Stevens
September 2009 (about which I've previously posted)
1. Suedehead - Morrissey
2. I'm Good, I'm Gone - Lykke Li
3. Not Fade Away - The Rolling Stones
4. Victoria - The Kinks
5. Senses Working Overtime - XTC
6. Pink Moon - Nick Drake
7. Cold Blooded Old Times - Smog
8. A Town Without Pity - Gene Pitney
9. Darling - Sons and Daughters
10. A Million Reasons - Stellastar
11. Lion Rip - The Duke Spirit
12. Slow Hands - Interpol
13. Cannonball - The Breeders
14. Today - Smashing Pumpkins
15. Heart Shaped Box - Nirvana
16. Doll Parts - Hole
17. The Other Side Of Mt. Heart Attack - Liars
This playlist I could never quite get to work. It has some really great songs on it, but, in my mind at least, they never *quite* meshed well enough to make a successful playlist. I'll post it here anyway. I'll probably end up reusing the tracks on another one at some point. Or just rehashing this till it's right. I know it'll bug me otherwise.
1. Don't You Worry 'Bout A Thing - Stevie Wonder
2. Want-ads - The Honeycombs
3. Close To Me - The Cure
4. Wrapped Up In Books - Belle & Sebastian
5. Autumn Almanac - The Kinks
6. Bend It - Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich
7. Never Miss A Beat - Kaiser Chiefs
8. We Got The Beat - The Go-Gos
9. Knickerbocker - Fujiya & Miyagi
10. Woo Hoo - 188.8.131.52's
11. Pin - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
12. Lights Out - Santogold
13. But It's Alright - Eddie Floyd
14. Johnny Too Bad - The Slickers
15. Mr Big Stuff - Jean Knight
16. Try A Little Tenderness - Otis Redding
1. L.E.S. Artistes - Santogold
2. Violet - Hole
3. The Beginning Of The Twist - The Futureheads
4. I Saw Her Standing There - The Beatles
5. Hold Tight - Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich
6. In The Morning - The Coral
7. About A Girl - Nirvana
8. Trash - Suede
9. Everywhere - Fleetwood Mac
10. I've Got My Mind Set On You - George Harrison
11. Death Of A Tune - The Hidden Cameras
12. Young Love - Mystery Jets ft. Laura Marling
13. Ragged Wood - Fleet Foxes
14. I Wanna Be Adored - Stone Roses
15. Goodnight Moon - Shivaree
16. Tire Swing - Kimya Dawson
17. When I Go - Slow Club
18. Drinker's Peace - Guided By Voices
19. It's My Own Cheating Heart That Makes Me Cry - Glasvegas
20. Love Your Man, Love Your Woman - The Broken Family Band
1. I Need A Life - Born Ruffians
2. Becky - Be Your Own Pet
3. Don't Falter - Mint Royale ft. Lauren Laverne
4. Brainless - Sunny Day Sets Fire
5. Why Do You Let Me Stay Here? - She & Him
6. Midnight Surprise - Lightspeed Champion
7. Since I Don't Have You - The Skyliners
8. Dance Dance Dance - Lykke Li
9. Oh! - The Breeders
10. Ocean Of Noise - The Arcade Fire
11. White Winter Hymnal - Fleet Foxes
12. Flume - Bon Iver
13. Bears - Pete & The Pirates
14. Boys Of Melody - The Hidden Cameras
15. In The Morning - Ben Lee
16. Christmas TV - Slow Club
Hope 2008 has been good to you all; here's to 2009. Onwards and upwards, as they say.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Had total festive season wipeout today; crashed in front of the telly and watched horror movies all evening. First The Last House On The Left, then Planet Terror, then finally The Thing. We had to watch the original for a film studies class back at uni - it was relatively entertaining and contains possibly one of my favourite lines from a film ever (see blog post title), but Carpenter's version was brilliant - definitely my favourite of the three watched. Plus, Kurt Russell is The Awesome.
Friday, December 19, 2008
For the record, though I put the cow there, my friend was the one who said "He needs some innards" and put the red licorice there...
Sunday, December 07, 2008
Up to a certain point (usually around December 23rd) I love the festive season. I love the build up and the lights and decorations and music and buying crap for people and the emphasis on friends and family. But by the time Christmas Day actually rolls around, I'm so over it. So we had our becoming-traditional Chrismukkah lunch today: 12 adults, one toddler, the first people arriving at 2pm, the last people leaving at 10pm; lots of food, my sister and I cooking, trying to schedule everything in, suddenly remembering we hadn't put the potatoes on to boil though the turkey was basically cooked, completely forgetting about the stuffing. No major spillages, less booze consumed than I'd thought we might, everyone wearing the paper hats from crackers, and Tayo loving all the attention he was getting. Much talk of the previous night's X Factor (pah), excellent desserts brought by people (we asked people to bring contributions), fun with the squirty whipped cream, Christmas jumpers, eating so much you feel sick, and people passing out on the sofa... sounds like Christmas to me.
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Slow Club have been the soundtrack to my 2008; I love love love them and their live shows are just so endearing. Tonight we saw them at Union Chapel in Islington (what an amazing venue), along with a bunch of special guests. We sat in the pews drinking cups of tea and listened to Jay Jay Pistolet and Adem (who did a great version of Silent Night), then Slow Club came out and did their thing. They'd distributed lyric sheets for a good old singalong - unfortunately, the ink was red and the lighting in the chapel was verrrry low, so it was pretty much unreadable. No one really minded; everyone kind of hummed and clapped along anyway. A great last gig of the year.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
02 Arena. Kanye West's Glow In The Dark Tour 2008. Second gig of the week. Free tickets courtesy UMusic: great seats, eight rows from the front. Result.
He played all the hits and some off the forthcoming album, and right near the end brought Estelle out to do American Boy, which of course everyone loved. The show was something of a spectacle, with a crazy set and 'lost in space' kind of story - Kanye and his spaceship, "Jane", have crashed and he has to find some way to get his rocket working and off the lost planet back home somehow. Of course, it turns out the key to getting the rocket working again is Kanye himself - he's the biggest superstar there is (of course).
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
And now it would seem that our personal 2008 theme has just gone worldwide. Election results are in; Obama’s the man.
All yesterday I was really weirdly nervous and emotional about the whole thing, closely following all my American friends’ Twitter and Facebook statuses about voting, donating my own Fb status to remind everyone to vote Obama. 98% of my Twitter buddies are Americans (is it not such a big thing over here?) and I guess maybe 40 – 50% of my Fb friends are, from the Fotolog days to my time living in NY – all of them Democrats – so there was a constant stream of updates. I remember well the 2004 election, how *sure* the fotolog peeps were that John Kerry was going to get in, the feeling of hope… and then the crushing disappointment when it all went to hell.
So this year I tried not to get so emotionally involved. I mean after all, it’s not even my country – though who rules America has such a big impact on the rest of the world, it would be stupid not to care who gets in. The disbelief at the Palin nomination, the flickers of hope that seemed to be growing among my friends, the idea of a black President, wondering if America was really ready for this…
I woke up this morning feeling like hell – the cold-flu monster that has been threatening all last week finally kicked into hyperdrive yesterday and is really kicking my ass – but staggered to the computer and checked BBC News, then Facebook, then Twitter, getting quite choked up as I scrolled back a few pages and belatedly followed last night's election progress via my friends:
ultragrrrl People are coming into the streets celebrating.
sweetavenue EVERY person they r showing on tv during obama's speech is in tears
gurj "brothaz should pull up their pants" oh obama... ::SWOON::
carafornia I'm glad the republicans get to know how we felt for 8 years. fuck yessssssss
carafornia yesyesyesyesyes. at boneshakers happy happy. words can't express how amazing tonight is.
gurj you have an arousing and cool new president. I'll toast to that. (mccain election epic fail wah waaah)
jeanieforever OH YES WE DID!
Brunocerous high-fiving VT!
Brunocerous hugging N.H
Brunocerous WTF, S.C.?
Brunocerous did florida really just turn blue?!
carafornia crybaby at the polls. so many people there made me tear up like a babeh. most exciting election in america's history!
Brunocerous Voted with all the hope in my heart.
Congratulations America. Here’s to Change, and the next four years.
Friday, October 31, 2008
[For the record, any non-seizure-inducing films I mentioned all got shot down too, and people started talking about Disney horror… which is, in itself, frankly horrifying].
Monday, October 27, 2008
A: Being unemployed and job-hunting in a credit crisis/recession.
Am SO OVER this financial meltdown crap already.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
- Suedehead - Morrissey
- I'm Good, I'm Gone - Lykke Li
- Not Fade Away - The Rolling Stones
- Victoria - The Kinks
- Senses Working Overtime - XTC
- Pink Moon - Nick Drake
- Cold Blooded Old Times - Smog
- A Town Without Pity - Gene Pitney
- Darling - Sons & Daughters
- A Million Reasons - Stellastar
- Lion Rip - The Duke Spirit
- Slow Hands - Interpol
- Cannonball - The Breeders
- Today - Smashing Pumpkins
- Heart Shaped Box - Nirvana
- Doll Parts - Hole
- The Other Side of Mt. Heart Attack - Liars
- Handlebars - Flobots
Here's to a prosperous October...
Monday, September 29, 2008
• Number of drafts written
10 pages: About five
One-pager: Still not enough
• Deadlines met: One
• People in the line ahead of me at the Post Office: what seemed like 100
• Minutes spent deciding between the veggie brunch or the pancakes at brunch: Also about five
• Tantrums the godson had during the couple hours I spent with him: At least three. Including throwing a bowl of chips on the floor at Giraffe.
• How we got him back in the buggy without another tantrum: bribed him with Maltesers.
• Plan for the next day or two: bloody sleep.
Bonne chance à tous. I hold no hope but at least a deadline gets me writing.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Today was a very, very lazy Sunday; the sole aim of the day was procrastination (sorry, 30th September is how far away? A whole nine days you say? That’s fiiiiiine…)
I got up late.
I had coffee and watched The Warriors (I dressed up as a Warrior for Halloween ’05, when I was living in NY. Had never actually seen the film, but there was a massive billboard a couple blocks away from my offices for the videogame of it, and the image had lodged itself in my mind, clearly, as I couldn’t think of a single other thing to dress up as. At the big Halloween ball we went to in Williamsburg some very drunk guy cornered me at the bar, grabbed me by the shoulders and slurred “No one will ever understand how amazing your outfit is.” Which I took to mean he approved of it.)
I went back upstairs to get dressed… but got back into bed instead.
Got up again about half an hour later, feeling guilty that I was wasting the day so badly.
Back downstairs, completely ignored Ratatouille that someone had put on, internetted for a good long while. Joined twitter.com after months of hovering around all, all in the name of procrastination (it’s great, join! we can all follow each other procrastinating! It’s like the most fun part of Facebook – the status update bar - without all the other Facebook crap).
Put Shaun of the Dead on (see below).
Paused Shaun of the Dead to walk round to open-all-hours pharmacy. Pharmacist not in, came home, resumed Shaun of the Dead.
Paused Shaun of the Dead again an hour later, walked to corner shop, bought poppadoms, went back to pharmacy, pharmacist in, picked up prescription. Came back, watched last part of movie.
Internetted, made playlists, generally mooched around.
Watched repeats of No Heroics (has potential) and Samantha Who? (quite funny, could do without the weird writing bits).
Made a cup of tea.
Decided it was too late to try and salvage the day by doing something productive, so went to bed.
An art form. As you see.
*Yes, there's a large chance this actually isn't Latin.
Friday, September 12, 2008
So my sister got last minute tickets (as in, 5:30pm-when-he-went-on-at-8pm last minute) free tickets to Stevie Wonder at the O2 last night, courtesy of her workplace. Cue much stress as I tried to figure out if it'd be feasible for me to go - of course, it's Stevie fucking Wonder, you drop everything and make it happen - then major rush over to Greenwich, but everyone got there in plenty of time.
And oh my, he was amaaaaaazing. Total legend.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Sunday, September 07, 2008
- Repo Man. "...Ordinary fucking people, I hate 'em."
- Total Recall - which I haven't seen since I was about 12 and made some friends watch it at a sleepover. Perhaps that was the beginning of my oddball reputation... when all they wanted to do was watch The Outsiders and cry over Johnny, and I make them watch a total mindfuck of a film.
- Memento. Know I've seen it, but don't remember.
- The Matrix
- Shaun of the Dead. One of the rainy Sundays in August (and it felt like there were many), when the grey skies drained all productivity out of me, I sat and watched all of the second series of Spaced (having watched the first the day before), followed by Hot Fuzz. For some reason I never got round to SotD that day, so it feels like a piece is missing.
- A History of Violence
- Withnail & I
- Kill Bill (both volumes)
- Pulp Fiction. Haven't seen since the year it came out and I was a wee teenager. As much as I liked it then, I'm sure I'd appreciate it much more now.
- Brick. One of my favourite scripts I've ever read.
- Brazil, which is playing the BFI at the end of September so must try and twist someone's arm into going with me.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
I coerced my sister and we drove out, marvelling at the cheaper petrol prices in the countryside, and the quaint village of West Wycombe, complete with crazy old crooked buildings and old-fashioned sweet shop.
The caves themselves were good creepy fun (one family that came in a minute behind us only got about 20 feet before the youngest child - probably around 5 or so - started wailing and had to be taken back out) - lots of dripping water and echoey, dimly lit paths and creepy ass waxworks. Awesome.
When we emerged back into the sunlight, we aimed for the Dashwood Mausoleum. While I'm sure there's a more sensible route, we couldn't seem to find one, so started walking up the steep hill that soon became almost vertical. As we scrabbled up the slope - no useful grass or shrubs to grab on to that high up, just dirt and scree and a few odd roots that you hang on to for dear life - a small boy came bounding past us and asked if we wanted a hand. I've never felt more like an old lady; almost gave that cheeky young whippersnapper a clip round the ear...
The mausoleum was actually quite impressive up close and the church behind it very charming and full of Dashwood family history, but after scrabbling back down the same slope we'd had to climb up, only a visit to the aforementioned sweet shop and then one of the village pubs could soothe us enough to be able to drive home...
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Later we went for lunch, where the tot loudly banged on the table, demanding "more!" Maria tried to get him to more politely say "more please". I took the initiative, and made him say "Please sir, may I have some more?", à la Oliver Twist, before he could have more food. I am an evil godmother. Mwahahahaha.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
I had a meeting this afternoon at BBC Television Centre in White City; we sat in the coffee shop downstairs for a chat, and these were poised about ten feet behind us. Amazing.
Best part of the most recent series finale, about which I still haven't really made up my mind: German daleks.