I'm not a Christmas-y type of gal... and the omni-presence of Christmas music this time of year comes just short of infuriating me. But in my usual trolling of YouTube I did find three tunes of a Christmas-y flavour that I actually enjoy. So I thought I would step outside of my comfort zone and share them with you now.
Bowie & Bing... an unlikely match made in heaven, no? I find Bowie's voice particularly resplendent in that song. And their banter at the beginning is just precious.
SLADE! I adore Slade... Noddy Holder is one of my favorite rock singers ever (and dig those CHOPS!). This song is an absolute classic in the UK but of course... we know nothing of it here. Oh, if only all Christmas songs rocked this hard.
Oh yes! My beloved Sparks! This clip contains two tracks, This Town and Thank God It's Not Christmas (one of my top three Sparks tunes). Christmas starts around the three minute mark but This Town is definitely worth watching as well.
For the sake of honesty, there are two additional Christmas songs I enjoy. The first is The Bells. It is a glorious thing indeed to hear in person a good choir blend their voices together to weave the tapestry of this song. And I simply adore the song What Child Is This. This has always been my favourite Christmas song, since the days when I was a child attending candle-lit Midnight Masses with my mother. This song, to this day, always causes me to erupt in chills. It is so very dark & gentle... midnight blue punctuated by stars... just the way I wanted to picture the Nativity.
Dear friends, I wish to end this Yule-tide post by saying how very thankful I am for you all. As far as friendships go, I am the richest person in the world. I am constantly amazed at the talented, creative, compassionate and down-right amazing folks the Universe has placed in my life. Know that I do not take you for granted. Have a wonderful Yule and come over to my house for some mulled wine!
BLESSED BE!
Monday, December 22, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
flotsam & jetsam
Here I am again under lock-down in drug study, which allows me plenty of time to lurk about on the internet. I have found many interesting bits in the last couple of days... shall I share them with you?
Ahhhh.... beautiful, glorious David Tennant. Who is David Tennant? In addition to being one of many of my future ex-husbands, he is also the Tenth Doctor. So what is he doing in the photograph? Apparently Polish pianist André Tchaíkowsky donated his body to science under one condition, that his skull be used in a Royal Shakespeare Company of Hamlet. The trouble came when all potential Hamlets refused to use the real human skull in the Yorick scene... that is until the baddest of bad ass Time Lords stepped up to plate. If you've seen what this man can do to a Dalek, it should be no wonder that a wee little skull didn't scare him.
I've been listening to a heap of George Jones lately, so I quite enjoyed the music, haircuts and awesome awesome outfits in this clip:
Here's another one of my favorite ol' timey country tunes:
Click here for a lovely optical illusion. Hint: the slower you go, the better it works!
As usual, I have been obsessively watching Sparks clips. I was delighted to find this one, Big Surprise. I love Russell Mael's precious little outfit, but Ron Mael trumps it with a surprise of his own towards the end of the clip. Dig. It.
Here's an amazing poem written by an amazing man, my dear brother Mr Jack Meriwether.
Lesson from a Walk Signal
almost stumbled off the curb
again
only three PM, still i squint
to make out the constellation of the humanoid hieroglyph
saying 'it's ok to walk now,
you will not be barrelled over
by the intricately forged pieces of metal that
left so many other, more ignorant creatures with just 2 dimensions.
'they will leave you alone, look, this is how you walk, like this
it's ok to walk like this or any way you choose, or to stay where you are
for awhile longer, but make up your mind child
or i will flash you a red hand and you shouldn't walk
but if you do, you must hurry
and if you don't i will stay like this,
a red hand,
and offer no protection as one of your
dimensions is taken from you
for good.
but now it's okay to walk
and my professional opinion is
you should do it now.'
i step tentatively
off the curb
before i realise i've not been on the other side of this street
since 1999 or so and
will i remember my way around?
but i don't even wait for the warning hand
i've too much to lose by standing still
on a street corner
even at 3 pm
even if i might run into somebody over there i'd rather not see
even if i trip over the curb,
there is too much fire,
too much fire behind me to stand still now
I certainly wouldn't mind hanging about on a beach wearing fancy necklaces with these fellows:
One last thing... get an eyeful and earful of what I am in store for on New Years Eve:
Auto Club, dust off your cowboy suits & best hats because we're a-comin' !
Ahhhh.... beautiful, glorious David Tennant. Who is David Tennant? In addition to being one of many of my future ex-husbands, he is also the Tenth Doctor. So what is he doing in the photograph? Apparently Polish pianist André Tchaíkowsky donated his body to science under one condition, that his skull be used in a Royal Shakespeare Company of Hamlet. The trouble came when all potential Hamlets refused to use the real human skull in the Yorick scene... that is until the baddest of bad ass Time Lords stepped up to plate. If you've seen what this man can do to a Dalek, it should be no wonder that a wee little skull didn't scare him.
I've been listening to a heap of George Jones lately, so I quite enjoyed the music, haircuts and awesome awesome outfits in this clip:
Here's another one of my favorite ol' timey country tunes:
Click here for a lovely optical illusion. Hint: the slower you go, the better it works!
As usual, I have been obsessively watching Sparks clips. I was delighted to find this one, Big Surprise. I love Russell Mael's precious little outfit, but Ron Mael trumps it with a surprise of his own towards the end of the clip. Dig. It.
Here's an amazing poem written by an amazing man, my dear brother Mr Jack Meriwether.
Lesson from a Walk Signal
almost stumbled off the curb
again
only three PM, still i squint
to make out the constellation of the humanoid hieroglyph
saying 'it's ok to walk now,
you will not be barrelled over
by the intricately forged pieces of metal that
left so many other, more ignorant creatures with just 2 dimensions.
'they will leave you alone, look, this is how you walk, like this
it's ok to walk like this or any way you choose, or to stay where you are
for awhile longer, but make up your mind child
or i will flash you a red hand and you shouldn't walk
but if you do, you must hurry
and if you don't i will stay like this,
a red hand,
and offer no protection as one of your
dimensions is taken from you
for good.
but now it's okay to walk
and my professional opinion is
you should do it now.'
i step tentatively
off the curb
before i realise i've not been on the other side of this street
since 1999 or so and
will i remember my way around?
but i don't even wait for the warning hand
i've too much to lose by standing still
on a street corner
even at 3 pm
even if i might run into somebody over there i'd rather not see
even if i trip over the curb,
there is too much fire,
too much fire behind me to stand still now
I certainly wouldn't mind hanging about on a beach wearing fancy necklaces with these fellows:
One last thing... get an eyeful and earful of what I am in store for on New Years Eve:
Auto Club, dust off your cowboy suits & best hats because we're a-comin' !
Monday, December 1, 2008
photolog: comanche
A few images from a wonderful, beautiful, and entirely necesary weekend in Comanche...
An axe-wielding maniac...
and he knows how to use it.
Getting The Beast stuck in the mud up to its frame sure was some fun.
Even a man-made lake offers up many treasures.
A message in a bottle without a message.
The Garfish's mummy.
My favourite brothers.
Much thanks to Tim, Dennis & Jared for a weekend that allowed me to release much and gain so much more.
An axe-wielding maniac...
and he knows how to use it.
Getting The Beast stuck in the mud up to its frame sure was some fun.
Even a man-made lake offers up many treasures.
A message in a bottle without a message.
The Garfish's mummy.
My favourite brothers.
Much thanks to Tim, Dennis & Jared for a weekend that allowed me to release much and gain so much more.
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