Just watched the Shewolf video from the new, bodacious, blond Shakira. Two comments: 1. I could use a shower, and 2. it’s fascinating how much she’s changed. For the better or not, who knows? But I prefer this video and this song, from her days as a strange little would-be hippie girl with too much dark eyeliner. So much going on here, so many musical styles. And I love when she becomes a robotic wig mannequin.
“Curious or furious, picked apart like prometheus”
I love Jenny Lewis. There I said it. She was great in Lowvuhl this summer.
I like cows. They go ‘moo’
Kills two birds of obsession with one stone–my high regard for all things bovine and nostalgia for the music of my yout’. These guys never made it big on the national scene, but were one of the greatest live acts on the Minneapolis New Wave scene.
Daft fun from dour Scots
I heard “French Navy,” a song from Camera Obscura’s latest album in Lowe’s the other day! But I don’t love that video. This one, however, is a lot of fun.
Single Ladies – Beyonce
Hipster cover of Beyonce. Excellent. And I like the orig too. “Don’t make me sing this part of the song. The lyrics are so bad….”
Friday morning twist party
This song, this video, a cup pot of coffee. (Saw this on Boing Boing.)
“I feel like I have God for a pal because no one else would have me”
For liking, nay, loving this, I have been accused of being a “great soft shite” by a friend, and the NME has weighed in on the entire God Help the Girl project in a most negative way. BUT I LOVE it. And I am especially taken with the singing of Catherine Ireton, whose easy flow from conversational to soaring is a wonderful thing, and reminds me of a Sinatra in his prime or a Merle Haggard before he wrecked the upper half of his range.
And the entire sensibility of the group and the video I find sweet in the best way. They played one of their first gigs in a small chuch, which is weirdly appropriate (see it here), and there’s a sneaky sort of proselytizing going on, but one I personally can handle.
“I feel like I have God for a pal because no one else would have me,” Murdoch writes in an online journal entry. “Maybe that’s the basis for a lot of religion. He’s the invisible friend that it’s OK to have as an adult.”
In fact I like that quite a bit.