Showing posts with label bon iver. Show all posts
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Sunday, October 16, 2011

leave them kids alone.



You may have heard that Rome is a little bit fucked up. I swear riots follow me round like the plague. The world is under the weather, and it's sort of scary to sit and helplessly watch as everything crumbles. I don't mean this literally, of course. I live in a fairly residential area, and the most I have experienced of this Roman rebellion is a couple of power cuts and rolling news footage. I was speaking to some acquaintances yesterday who said they were at the protest march, but fled as soon as it turned ugly. And this is always the way! I'm all for a good protest, but I think it's such a shame that there are those who set out to cause nothing but violence and destruction.


 I also think it's a shame, however that people are so quick to denounce the 'youth of today' and tar us all with the same brush. Tony Blair said after the riots in the UK that we mustn't be too quick to label our society as 'broken' and harp on about moral decline. I agree wholeheartedly. A generation that is only ever recognised as a group of trouble-makers can never truly thrive, and though I am usually the first to go on about how much I dislike humanity, I think age is completely irrelevant. Besides, we are by no means the first to express alarm at the way our youth is heading:

"The children now love luxury; they have bad manners, contempt for
authority; they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place
of exercise. Children are now tyrants, not the servants of their
households. They no longer rise when elders enter the room. They
contradict their parents, chatter before company, gobble up dainties
at the table, cross their legs, and tyrannize their teachers."
 -  Socrates (469 - 399 BC)
 On a lighter note, as I am sitting in my room and all I can hear is banging, screaming, woofing and sirens and I need to distract myself from what is possibly impending death, I would like to put it to you that of all the brilliant, delicate and satisfying morsels out there, tomato ketchup is one of the simplest culinary delights. This humble condiment has the power to transform even the dullest of cuisines into something worth eating, and can enhance other foods that are already brilliant. A sausage sandwich is good, but a sausage sandwich with ketchup is out of this world. And that is all I have to say on the matter, though I of course accept any challenges to the ketchup crown (if it's possible)! 


I leave you now with a little piece of loveliness from one of my favourite men to counteract all the hate. Sleep well. I hope you dream dreams of Justin Vernon, and not of mindless acts of violence.

Monday, February 14, 2011

you can stand under my umbrella ♥


Right, so it's Valentine's day. I bet you're all thinking that I'm about to go off on some bitter tirade about this stomach-churning, pernicious money maker, but that would be a little bit too obvious, wouldn't it? Besides, this year I'm not feeling all that resentful. I don't actually mind this day that much, though I'm sure this comes as a surprise. I do not think, however, that February 14th should be a day for smug couples, but a day for declaring our secret love (in an anonymous, harmless kind of way) through the medium of shitty cards like we did in first school.

So in celebration rather than derision of this weird concept, I give you my top ten love songs of all time.


  1. The Kinks - Lola - A song about falling for someone who is wrong for you (in this case a transvestite with a preference for young boys who have "never kissed a woman before". Genius.).
  2. Jeff Buckley - Lover, you should have come over - A song about painful youth and the uncertainty and intensity of adolescent love. Probably. It's well good, anyway...
  3. Adele - Someone like you - Because I love it more than most things in the world. It's about habouring feelings for a man who no longer feels the same (we've all been there). Don't listen to the album version, because it is a pile of poo. Opt instead for the Jools Holland live version and you will be weeping into your overpriced roses in no time. 
  4. Bon Iver - Skinny Love - Harrowing and heart-wrenching (just like every good love song should be).
  5. Aqualung - Strange and beautiful - Creepy. In a sweet way...
  6. Maccabees - Love you better - "I will love you better". A desperate plea from a spurned lover - excellent stuff.
  7. Bloc Party - Flux - "We were hoping for some romance, all we found was more despair". It's probably the most upbeat song in my CD collection because of its 'fuck it' sort of attitude. It never fails to make me smile. And dance. But mostly smile.
  8. Rhianna - Umbrella - Who needs intricate, poetic lyrics when it can all be summarised in the selfless act of letting someone stand under your umbrella (ella, ella, eh, eh...)
  9. Coldplay - Shiver - Before he met Gwyneth and got all smug. I bet they are having a sickening Valentine's day.
  10. Joy Division - Love will tear us apart - mmhmm.   

So happy Valentine's day, everybody! I will be spending my evening having a roast dinner with my mother and my sister, both of whom will be seething because they cannot be with their boyfriends tonight. Teehee... 

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

My favourite albums of all time (just in case you're interested)...

Hello there. In lieu of work, I have decided to write about music for a little while. If music doesn't make you tick, or you are sick of me, you have my permission to leave now and make yourself a cup of tea instead. I won't judge you. 

I was going to do a 'top ten' list, but I genuinely couldn't narrow it down that much. Instead it turned into a top twenty. I hope you stick with it that long!

So here it goes. My twentieth favourite album of all time is 'Flaws' by the wonderful Bombay Bicycle club. I adored their début, and expected a similar follow-up, but this album couldn't be more different. Jack Steadman needed this opportunity to showcase his hauntingly beautiful voice, and 'Flaws' saw his transition from hipster front man to serious musician with surprising ease. These boys are still insanely young, so I'm expecting great things.


Next at number nineteen is lone guillemot Fyfe Dangerfield. I always loved the Guillemots, but they never produced a consistently brilliant album. Their front man, however has succeeded in doing just this. From start to finish, 'Fly Yellow Moon' (particularly the extended version) is a complete joy to listen to. 'Faster than the Setting Sun' and 'Awake, Asleep' are the best tracks, in my opinion.


At eighteen is a record which shouldn't be good. John Darnielle, otherwise known as The Mountain Goats is an incredibly prolific artist, yet somehow maintains a brilliance other singer-songwriters can only dream of. 'The Sunset Tree' is much calmer and more self aware than 'Tallahassee' (which I also love). The album is the work of a genius lyricist, and is shockingly personal. It makes me feel like quite an emotionally grounded individual in comparison...




Next up is a wonderful album by a band who deserves so much more recognition. 'Wilderness is Paradise Now' by Morning Runner is an emotional roller-coaster. In a good way. 'Burning Benches' has been one of my favourite songs for a long time, but 'Oceans' is beautiful too.


Next at sixteen is 'Our Earthly Pleasures' by Maximo Park. I remember a friend telling me how good this album was. It must have been a while ago, because the aforementioned friend was definitely in my lovely brown and yellow school uniform and we were definitely in Physics. I went home and listened to it, and turns out the uniformed friend was completely right. It is a startling album full of clever lyrics and catchy tunes and its cover is cool. 


Now to number fifteen, which is definitely the most commercially successful album on the list and brings a complete change of pace. Kanye West is one of the most irritating people on the planet, but the excellence of 'Late Registration' cannot be disputed. Actually, it probably can, but it shouldn't be. 'Gold Digger' is one of the best songs of the decade, and 'Heard 'Em Say' is the first song I ever learnt to play on piano. Overall, an album which is full of variation, and just plain good!
Still with me? At number fourteen is Fleet Foxes with... 'Fleet Foxes'. These beardy blokes sure know how to make pretty music. 'Oliver James' and 'Tiger Mountain Peasant song' are my highlights, but it's all good.

At thirteen is First Aid Kit's 'Drunken Trees'. I stumbled upon their cover of 'Tiger Mountain Peasant Song' on Youtube about a year ago, and I was hooked. Their music is simply gorgeous, and I urge you to check this one out!

Next is a must for all those with even the smallest hint of a yearning for change in their heart. For every angst-ridden teenager, every oppressed Civil Servant, every misunderstood beauty queen, every struggling artist, every wannabe anarchist, every fuc... you get the picture. 'The Queen is Dead' always seems to compliment and enhance one's pain, and though Morrisey is evidently a bit of a tool, his pessimistic warble is very often the only thing that will do when life is just really not on your side.

'19' by the wonderful Adele is phenomenal. Its brilliance is compounded by the fact that she wrote it when she was... yup, nineteen. I am nineteen. This puts my life into perspective somewhat. The extended version of the album is lovely and has a wonderful live version of 'Hometown Glory'. Plus, anyone whose heart does not melt at her version of 'Make You Feel My Love' is probably a cold-blooded serial killer. I can't wait for her new album which is released later this month. For me, Adele shows that those who talk about 'mainstream' music with disdain do not consider that sometimes music is popular because it is just undeniably good. 

Half way! At number ten is '1990' by the sporadically brilliant Daniel Johnston. Listening to this album verges on discomfort. Sometimes, I have to switch it off half way through, because in my mind, Johnston's spirit is cracking and his heart is breaking with each shrill note. 'True Love Will Find You In The End' is a song that is almost too beautiful, and when his voice cracks during 'Careless Soul', I am almost always brought to tears. In a time when Auto-Tune reigns, this devastating, flawed album, wrenched out of this devastating, flawed man could teach us a thing or two about music, and going back to basics.

At nine is an album I didn't like at all at first, but the general hype was against me, and as usual, I was proven wrong the more I listened to it. Ellie Goulding's 'Lights' is everything a good pop album should be: quick-paced, catchy and different. The album has recently been extended, and as a result, gives an even more complete picture of Goulding's talent as both a singer and a writer. Highlights include the ever-brilliant 'Starry Eyed' and 'The Writer'. I hope this girl sticks around...

At number eight is 'I am a Bird Now' by Antony and the Johnsons. This is an album which just seems like one big act of catharsis, and the end result is admirable. Hegarty's voice is so unique and just does something to me that I can't explain. I'll probably be listening to this one forever. Oh, and it won the Mercury Prize...

At seven is Tom Waits' début 'Closing Time'. This was back when his voice had just a nice amount of rasp to it, and his ego hadn't been swelled too much by his success. Listening to this album makes you feel like you are sitting in a smoke-filled dive right along with him. It has a certain seedy quality about it, but this makes the sentimental moments all the more poignant. It is a record about love and despair and music itself. And it's not too jazzy. I hate jazz...

'For Emma, Forever Ago' is a work of art. For ages, I was completely unsold by Bon Iver, and frankly I thought this album was a little bit samey. I left it a year, then tried again. And hey, now it's my sixth favourite album of all time! It is a sombre album about winter and solitude and love gone sour. The lyrics are simple, yet effective, and Vernon's voice is just wonderful. 'Skinny Love' is bitter and pained, but very easy to listen to - everything you could possibly want from a song. I also think this one clinches the little bonus prize for best album name.

We are at number five now, that is how these things work. And I can't decide which order to put these in. Hmmmmmmm,  right, I'll go with 'I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning'. I really struggled to choose between this and 'Cassadaga'. Conor Oberst (aka Bright Eyes) is a man who knows he's good. But he's good, so it's okay. It must have been five years ago that I first heard 'First Day of My Life', and to be honest, I think it was the video that won me over. I bought the album anyway, and it was the beginning of a beautiful love story. I would imagine he would be terrible company though. These beautiful, sad men usually are.

How do you choose just one Radiohead album? If you're me, you pick the one you got into first. Quite often, I wonder what my music taste would be like if I didn't have an older sister. We like pretty different music now, but if I didn't have Helen, I might be listening to completely different music, happy music, even. Hell, I could even have been a positive person. Saying that, she was very much responsible for my ska phase in my early teens, and that is very happy indeed. So yes, this one sort of filtered into my conscience through the wall that separated our bedrooms, and one day I stole it. I'm pretty sure it never found its way back to the other side of that wall. More mellow than 'Pablo Honey', less commercial than 'OK Computer', less shit than 'In Rainbows', this is Radiohead at their absolute best. I honestly think no band can compare. It's not an original stance, but the one I choose to take nonetheless.

At three is the man who taught this cold, British girl to feel. Jeff Buckley's 'Grace' is made all the more wonderful in its isolation. Rich and simple lyrics, coupled with Buckley's melodramatic warble produce an end result which is mournful and pensive and beautiful. 'Lover, You Should've Come Over' is my song of choice when I'm walking the dog. 'Lilac Wine' is the one for cold winter nights. 'Hallelujah' is the one that was destroyed by Alexandra Fuckface Burke. This is a tremendous, ambitious album, loved by almost everyone in the whole world ever. Including myself.

I can't believe how long this has taken me! If I ever start writing about music again, stop me and tell me some gossip about James McAvoy so I can write about that instead. Business as usual, like. Anyway, at number two is 'O' by Damien Rice (and Lisa Hannigan. I'm not sure why he gets all the credit!). This is the first good music I ever liked. I have liked it for a very long time and I will like it until that fateful day when I die at seventy three and I get eaten by my many many cats. I jest, but this happens. I've freaked myself out now.

And so we have it. Anyone who is anyone is clamouring for this coveted top spot - Anna Morgan's favourite album of all time. Fairly fittingly, it has been achieved by the almighty Regina. 'Soviet Kitsch' is without a doubt the best album I have ever heard. So many girls have tried to write songs as well as she can, but few succeed. Some of the music on this list is here because it moves me to tears, but this one just makes me grin like a buffoon. There are sad moments ('Chemo Limo', 'The Flowers'), political statements ('Poor Little Rich Boy', 'The Ghost of Corporate Future'), pretty piano dabblings, casual insults, ridiculous declarations of love, whispered conversations, pure, unadulterated silliness and some of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard. 'Somedays' is sublime, singing along to 'Sailor Song' is cathartic and 'Your Honor' is... memorable. I honestly can't sing this album's praises enough. She's still good, but she'll never be this good again. 

Friday, November 26, 2010

medicine blues...


Apparently some people have had some snow. We do not, but it is certainly very cold. If it did snow, I would pretty much be screwed because all my shoes are made of muddy white canvas and I have no sense of balance. There isn't a cloud in the sky; it really is gorgeous out there. It feels like proper winter now. We've definitely escaped the fuzzy in-between stage (Autumn if we're being technical) and it's a definite excuse to spend too much money on gingerbread lattes in Costa.

Degrees are so very very hard, but they are not without reward. My French is definitely improving and even though I am definitely one of the less skilled linguists in my Italian group, it's quite astonishing how much I have learned in the past few weeks. Of course in the run up to the Christmas break, the next few weeks will be full of essays and assessments, but after this will follow a blissful month of laziness and presents and frosty walks. I'm never very enthusiastic about Christmas, but I am enthusiastic about gluttony and laziness which will be abundant in this holiday season. Also, Mum is going away which is always a bonus.

Between writing the last paragraph and this one, I went to Tesco and my mood changed significantly. I'm all coughy and snotty and tired.

Between writing the last paragraph and this one, night fell and I watched Beauty and the Beast and I came down with full-on flu. My muscles are aching and I'm shivery and far too hot and cherry tomatoes are all I can eat. I fell asleep for a bit, but now it's late and I'm wide awake and drugged up and all I want to do is curl up in a ball and sleep for a few hours, but sleep isn't coming so I thought I'd continue this blog post. The one I started at lunchtime. When I was annoyingly happy.

Right, so I fell asleep again straight after I wrote that. It is now tomorrow and I feel ten times better. At least this post if nothing else has illustrated how fragmented my writing style is and how my mood meanders quite significantly. I'm going to go now. My day will be one of slippers and honey and translation. Can't complain with that!