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(Isn't it funny how a plain noun has become a metaphor unto itself). Anyway, since I'm strolling down memory lane, and my Zen gave me both of these songs today on random: Yes, that's a very young Hugh Laurie, and Dawn French of French & Saunders, Vicar of Dibley and co-creator of Absolutely Fabulous. This is one of my favorite Kate Bush songs. It was the only new song on an album of hits in 1986. I always thought a Greatest Hits album from Kate was pretty funny since at that point she'd only made five albums. She's only made three more albums since then. If you YouTube Kate, you'll see that her early videos are dreadful--they look like high school productions. For some reason, for her fifth album she got a lot of money for videos. She was hanging out with a lot of comedy people then--working on The Secret Policeman's Other Ball (a charity event in Britain). This oddly enough also reminded me of Atlas Shrugged--there's an experiment with sound in th...

According to The Week it was suicide by weed killer (not OD as earlier reported) probably in reaction to her ovarian cancer. And that she had attempted it before, last year leaping from a bridge. How sad, and yet I can't condemn her. This too is very Vile Bodies and Bright Young Things. ...The first time it happened I was ten. It was an accident. The second time I meant To last it out and not come back at all. I rocked shut As a seashell. They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls. Dying Is an art, like everything else, I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call. It's easy enough to do it in a cell. It's easy enough to do it and stay put. It's the theatrical Comeback in broad day To the same place, the same face, the same brute Amused shout: 'A miracle!' That knocks me out. There is a charge For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge ...

I know I promised that essay on taste and why we have it, yonks ago and it's getting longer and more cluttered in my head until it shall either blow up or fall out onto the paper, and this is not it. Matt has a small (v. small) treatise on "Your Love" by The Outfield and I'd been thinking of the song that most sums me up for awhile now. (For the record, Matt, I always thought the singer was a jerk--my girlfriend's away and I'm lonely so come do me. *_*, but the guitar hook is nice). Suspended in Gaffa --Kate Bush Out in the garden There's half of a heaven, And we're only bluffing. We're not ones for busting through walls, But they've told us Unless we can prove That we're doing it, We can't have it all. He's gonna wangle A way to get out of it. She's an excuse And a witness who'll talk when he's called. But they've told us Unless we can prove That we're doing it, We can't have it all. We can't have it a...

I got an MP3 player for Christmas, and no, it wasn't an iPod . It is a Creative Zen M (30 G). I love it and have thought about blogging about it repeatedly. It is perfect for me because I am often indecisive, or rather so decisive that I am dissatisfied with what I wanted in the morning. That is I could pick some CD's to take with me in the morning, and want to listen to something completely different at noon. So now I don't have to choose! I can also go from Camelot to L'Arc to Eurythmics and back again. It also has a lovely random Album of the Day option which I use rather like a Magic 8 Ball, "What do I want to listen to next?" This isn't going to be that blog. This is just random observations from music I was listening to today. 1)Listening to Kate Bush's Aeriel driving home, an ambulance was driving in the opposite direction. It didn't have it's sirens on but it was flashing it's lights and they were pulsing in time to the music--it...