There’s only one.

A good cover.

I’ve always thought the title said too much. Little Girl Blue, the new biography of Karen Carpenter by Randy Schmidt, is out July 2010. I hope this one is different from the others, with Light.

Many things are mustard this time. Mustard that’s not eye, just tongue.

Have you heard Hole’s new album, Nobody’s Daughter? People are tough on Courtney Love. HY and I think it has something to do with her singing for too long lyrics like “People like you fuck people like me”. Though it’s not untrue. I say it again. People like you fuck people like me.

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Are you weary, but somehow free-willed?

Finally, the catalogue for The Weary & Free-Willed, and its Virgin alibi.

It’s for you too, if you are free-willed, but somehow weary

I’m off to get Dark Night Of The Soul today. This song is not in the album, but I wanted to have you all hear how the same song is not the same, because the soul says so.

DD: I’ve got one more question Mark. Would you advise people to listen to this album before they go to sleep or will it give them nightmares?
Mark Linkous: (laughs) Oh…. I think both really. I think some of em I really like to listen to in the daytime, but I guess on the whole it’s probably best absorbed late in the evening hours. Not that I wish to give people nightmares, but sometimes they can be good. Sometimes you wake up and you realise it was just a nightmare.

extract from Dazed Digital

This piece is sosexy blues. Sosexy I actually imagine drugs, me, train station, muscle reminding me I’m flesh.

But if you have it, you can enjoy this with only one drug.

Any TDW fan out there, reading this?

This is for us. Good lah, rock and roll is back, with a good woman.

Jewelry that is not easy to find. Well not in this country. Somehow the photos cannot show their loveliness.

We got Jakob Dylan’s new album Women + Country today. One word. Toogood.

I would like to upload his song Smile When You Call Me That from this album to share with the world. We’ll do it on this site once we can. Meanwhile stop calling your sons Dylan and consider Jakob. Here’s a good one from him.

Comment from a Youtube fan:
The western restaurants of Hongkong always played this music in the 1960s.

Yukyukyuk. *&#@

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Wrong time. Wrong place. Wrong parts.

I always believe that when I die I’ll get to hear the whistle. When I was young, there was a film on television that I can only piece together now. It was a Chinese romance story, of a university girl in love with a man, who was also very much in love with her. They lived in this beautiful concrete city, black birds over a church and old, brick buildings. There was an old iron and brass winding stairway, wide and not too long, from which you can see end to end, at the bottom or from above. One day when the music was at its brightest, the man ran through the city, and like a wind sudden and suddenly stoppered, he looked up to see that the girl had hung herself, suspended near the stairway.

For a long time I have been looking for this tune and its film.

1995 or so, and not a bit reduced by time.

Every time I listen to her, I am transported to the girl who would do anything for life. Anything. I’m not sure how much I’ve changed, but I know the pain of listening to her music is real.

You know what is more painful than love?

Cathedral Song is my favorite Tikaram song. I’ve always had my film-esque version of this song’s lyrics, and it does not match the video. Actually all her videos (on Youtube) fail me. But I want to share her music with the world. Only The Ones We Love was the first song of hers I came to. I was 20 and madly in love. I remember a particular experience while on campus. It was winter and the ground was a spread of dread, yet I kept thinking, “Each step I make brings me closer to you”.

Being an ancient heart.

Love the guitar and instruments that solo a way to another world.

3.35 onwards, do you, hear?

I don’t usually like covers but this one by Beth Ditto is rightly post punk and has a ‘musically-achieved’ quality to it. See the rad live here.
I’m inspired. I was, after all, in all my school-going years, a choir girl.