Friday utter blahness
All of this hoo-haa over the Mills-McCartney divorce is making me cranky. I'm feeling so dirty and abused and manipulated. I hate Heather Mills and her one-legged freakiness. I hate her gold-digging ways. etc etc.
Except I wouldn't know her from a bar of soap. And I don't like being made to feel so strongly about a total stranger.
But this is by the by. I'm posting about music.
Someone once said that the world is divided into those who love the Beatles and those who love the Stones. I've always been on the Beatles side of the line. And of the Beatles, I've always been a Paul kinda girl. Lennon just pissed me off. Even with his cute glasses.
I took my Paul-obsession to the next level though, and started wearing out my mother's 'Band on the Run' LP. I would play it over and over. It really didn't matter that it was released the year I was born. It really didn't matter that I was obsessing over someone old enough to be my father (ewwww). It was still cool. Beyond cool even, seeing as most of my peers had only ever heard the Beatles and left it at that. I was delving into pop history... I went through all of mum's stuff - her Crosby, Stills, Nash, Young, Tom Dick and Harry... all the different manifestations anyways... Lindisfarne. Melanie. It was all good.
This is the same time I started listening to JJJ - when I was in year 9. Not that it gave me much school yard cred, seeing as it just seemed to prove that I was a freaky nerd. Which I kinda was.
I got De La Soul's '3 Ft high and rising' LP when it was still an import for goodness sakes!
And the horror when I heard TheClergywife singing 'Buddy' in Japanese class. Argh! Did this mean I was going maintream...? Never! Cue much dramatic flinging of arms across brows. I decided to leave this fickle thing called pop, and retreated to my true love.
Keats.
And this is the girl you have today.
Anyway. Stream of consciousness for your friday pleasure. Take it or leave it.
Have a good weekend. I'm spending time with my 5 uni friends tomorrow, and shall be yum-cha-ing on.
Except I wouldn't know her from a bar of soap. And I don't like being made to feel so strongly about a total stranger.
But this is by the by. I'm posting about music.
Someone once said that the world is divided into those who love the Beatles and those who love the Stones. I've always been on the Beatles side of the line. And of the Beatles, I've always been a Paul kinda girl. Lennon just pissed me off. Even with his cute glasses.
I took my Paul-obsession to the next level though, and started wearing out my mother's 'Band on the Run' LP. I would play it over and over. It really didn't matter that it was released the year I was born. It really didn't matter that I was obsessing over someone old enough to be my father (ewwww). It was still cool. Beyond cool even, seeing as most of my peers had only ever heard the Beatles and left it at that. I was delving into pop history... I went through all of mum's stuff - her Crosby, Stills, Nash, Young, Tom Dick and Harry... all the different manifestations anyways... Lindisfarne. Melanie. It was all good.
This is the same time I started listening to JJJ - when I was in year 9. Not that it gave me much school yard cred, seeing as it just seemed to prove that I was a freaky nerd. Which I kinda was.
I got De La Soul's '3 Ft high and rising' LP when it was still an import for goodness sakes!
And the horror when I heard TheClergywife singing 'Buddy' in Japanese class. Argh! Did this mean I was going maintream...? Never! Cue much dramatic flinging of arms across brows. I decided to leave this fickle thing called pop, and retreated to my true love.
Keats.
And this is the girl you have today.
Anyway. Stream of consciousness for your friday pleasure. Take it or leave it.
Have a good weekend. I'm spending time with my 5 uni friends tomorrow, and shall be yum-cha-ing on.
posted by actonb at 10:42 am
2 Comments:
I'm too outraged by this to comment...
if only you were too outraged to comment...
however - have a very entertaining weekend miss B. i have just been down at the bar enjoying champagne and all i want to do now is curl up under the desk and have a snooze.
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