gibbon-arsed ramblings of a hopeless underachiever
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Wednesday, June 22, 2005 Oo, I've been meme tagged by the lovely Neil Ok, My six favourite songs of the moment in no particular order are (with apologies to Neil for duplicating a couple of his, but they're corkers): Arcade Fire "Power Cut" The Dears "Lost In the Plot" Amerie "One Thing" The Futureheads "Hounds of Love" Gang of Four "At Home He's A Tourist" Apples in Stereo "Go" - cos it's summer, innit?! And doing the other one, even though he didn't never not even ask me to: The last CD I bought was: Arcade Fire "Funeral". Purely for Power Cut, which is a fucking great track that you must seek out and dance to. Lots. Song playing right now: "What's Mine Is Yours", from the new Sleater-Kinney album. It's on green vinyl and was a present from someone rather lovely. Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me: Ask me tomorrow and I could tell you another five. Or six. But today's off-the-top-of-my-head choices are Fugazi "Repeater" Candi Staton "You Got the Love" My Bloody Valentine "Soon" The Cure - both "In Between Days" and "Halo", for almost exactly the opposite reasons. Recently it's been much more Halo but In Between Days is beautiful. And makes me cry. This counts as one choice. Because I am an enormous cheat. The Smiths "How Soon Is Now?" I don't want to call people out by name, so I invite you all to do it. Hurrah, free love for all. damn hippies. posted by bandhag | 6/22/2005 04:07:00 PM Thursday, June 02, 2005 Or some more truthful and less dramatic title. How apt that someone should recently have been referred here by searching for the phrase "hate my fucking job"... I've handed in my notice. I don't have a job to go to. This has to go down as the single most reckless thing I've done in a long long time career-wise but frankly, my dears, I've had all I can takes and I can't takes no more. It feels right. I'm pretty sure I'll get something. I have to now, don't I? It's been sapping the good out of me for too long - I hear myself moaning about it sometimes and more and more just recently, I think "Shut up. Just fucking leave if you're that unhappy. Stop dragging other people into your misery". So I am. Leaving. I just can't express how much I need to not be at that company, in that atmosphere, doing those hours. Free. And possibly about to be very poor. Anyone need a secretary/editor/writer/whatever?! posted by bandhag | 6/02/2005 09:27:00 AM |
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