23 July 2006
Dog faced boy
My imaginary husband, Richard Kingsmill, is doing his sunday arvo spot on the radio, and just played 3 or 4 live tracks from the Eels - songs off their Shootenanny album. A moment of (almost) synchronicity.. as this lovely band were the subject of one of my very early posts. Three years ago in September. Anyway, it feels a bit like coming full circle since that, now I am set up in a flat, with all my digital technology plugged in, and re-united with my very lovely CD collection. The small wall'o'music does lean rather heavily into the early nineties melodic rock with somewhat introspective lyrics. Since cultivating a smidgen more a extrospection in past years (its the opposite, ok!), your Aunty B had a nagging doubt that the old passion for the collection was fading, along with some of those wacky tees that have been packed in mothballs for a year. But happily a beachside neighbour's recent interest in burning a whole lot of the more classic gems (Billy Bragg, Patti Smith, Cat Power, Desmond Dekker, Joe Strumer, PWEI) has brought out the cd geek from her hiding place, and I'm re-delving. Particularly chuffed with the the more unlistenable like Laurie Anderson and the Slits. Mr Biz and me are united in our love of this a-tonal album and stomping around singing at top volume.. Nu-town, nu-town, nu-town, noo-towen!. This was originally intended to be a music blog, so it all kinda fits together.