The only good mime is a dead mime apart from this mime performed by Johann Lipowitz and Beth off Neighbours, which makes me giggle and also, for some reason, get a bit misty of eye every time I see it. A happy mist, mind you. It’s just so wilfully, pointlessly daft and joyful. Pop the fog lights on and enjoy.
music
Waitin’ For A Superman
A soundtrack to this week’s short story. “He hasn’t dropped them, forgot them or anything. It’s just too heavy for Superman to lift.” Mm.
Now Til 69
Just because it makes me want to dance. From The Shortwave Set’s brilliant album Replica Sun Machine (produced by Danger Mouse, who has had a hand in a fair few of my favourite albums of the last 5 years) this song rocks and shimmies, and has got me boogying like a chipmunk. Be bop a lula. The video is absolutely shit. Sorry.
The Cosmos is Also Within Us
Not quiiiite sick of autotune yet. What’s that you say, Carl? We are made of star stuff? Carl, that’s all I needed to hear today. Thank you.
Do You Realize?
I’m not a singer, but people root for me. They like me to try for that unreachable note and maybe fail in an interesting way.
– Wayne Coyne
Hehe, I know that feeling. See, and that’s why I love this band. And this song… a lot of people find it gloomy (everyone you know some day will die? Oh noes!) but me, I find it so uplifting. What, you didn’t know you were gonna die?* Anyway, the song’s not about dying, it’s about living. About living like you understand your time round these parts is finite. Make those choices, take those chances. Jump!
This is punk rock.
Not punk rock as in Green Day but punk rock as in just do it. And work out what you’re doing afterwards.
-Wayne Coyne
Hehe, I know that feeling.
*Although I haven’t yet decided whether I will or not. I might not fancy it.
Thursday Night Lullabye
For anyone who needs one.* Sweet dreams. x
*Just make sure you’re asleep before the solo 🙂
Metarie
This is one of a select few songs that have an inexplicable and unavoidable effect on me: it makes me cry for no reason whatsoever. It doesn’t matter where I am, what I’m doing or what mood I’m in, by the second verse I have to turn and look stoically into the middle distance and have a manly lip wobble. The Whole of the Moon by The Waterboys does the same thing, and that’s a big, bombastic happy epic romp of a tune. So why does it make me blub like a toddler who’s accidentally swallowed hs favourite bt of lego? Couldn’t tell you. But if you decide to play this video, turn the sound down so I can’t hear it, there’s a love.
Pretty Voice
Sweet song by Cloud Cult, although I have no idea what the hell he’s singing in the first verse. Might as well be marplar marplar. He settles down by the chorus.
Oh, and later I think he’s singing “She makes me calm“. 🙂
Monday Morning, 6am
…can get bent. Here’s The Album Leaf. This is what happens when a normally instrumental post-rock band decides to have a sing. What happens? A really nice song. Who would have thought?
I hope your day is full of wonder, or a really nice sandwich. Whichever brings you more joy. x
Weekend
Goodness! It’s been the kind of weekend that weekends were invented for. Full of music and unexpected invitations and art and nature and suggits ice cream and nice people and sunshine and Futureheads and good food and old friends and Field Music and free booze. Lots of free booze. So hoorah for all that. I’m pooped.
All that was missing was… ah well, I can’t do anything about that. Oh, and maybe a band with big, strange eyes having a lovely singalong. I can do something about that at least…
Ramshackle Charm 