Tuesday 20 January 2009

A New Day Dawning


Norman Cook seems, by now, to have had more musical modes and eras than Madonna. He started in The Housemartins, spent a fair portion of his life as Fatboy Slim, and has played around with Beats International and Freak Power in between. Now he's started up a little project by the name of The BPA (which is short for The Brighton Port Authority, so yer knows). Personally, this looks to be his best project yet - signing up names from Iggy Pop to Dizzee Rascal for singing duties on finely-tuned pop songs. The best so far features TFSS favourite Emmy the Great. 'Seattle' is a cheerful pop song that can't help but get stuck in my head every ruddy time I give it a listen. The chorus is infectious - 'There's a new day dawning/every single morning in America'. It was, once again, ringing through my head as I watched Obama get inaugurated this afternoon. It does seem suitable, and so I'll drop it here for you all to enjoy.

Incidentally, the woman above is neither Emmy the Great nor Norman Cook. She is, I am fairly sure, also not Barack Obama. Still, the picture seems to be one of the only promo pics available for The BPA. And that's reason enough for Stephen...

mp3: 'Seattle (feat. Emmy the Great)' - The BPA

Much apologies for recent lack of posting - My laptop has been hit by a virus I just can't seem to shake. Such is life...


Tuesday 6 January 2009

Starlings


How dare the premier ignore my invitations.
He'll have to go.
So, too, the bunch he luncheons with.
It's second on my list of things to do.

At the top I'm stopping by
Your place of work and acting like
I haven't dreamed of you and I
And marriage in an orange grove.
You are the only thing in any room you're ever in.
I'm stubborn, selfish and too old.

I sat you down and told you how
the truest love that's ever found
Is for oneself.
You pulled apart my theory
With a weary and disinterested sigh.

So yes I guess I'm asking you
To back a horse that's good for glue
And nothing else
But find a man that's truer than,
Find a man that needs you more than I.

Sit with me a while
And let me listen to you talk about
your dreams and your obsessions.
I'll be quiet and confessional.
The violets explode inside me
when I meet your eyes.
Then I'm spinning and I'm diving
Like a cloud of starlings.

Darling is this love?


mp3: 'Starlings' by Elbow.

Lyric of the year, 2008.

Friday 2 January 2009

Possibly the worst thing you could say to a cancer sufferer...

"...Well, there's no use losing your hair over it!"

I would advise against using that piece of comfort talk...