5.25.2003

 

[all that jazz]

as usual my procrastinating tendencies have taken over and ive lost the better part of a day to, well, nothing. *pained look* sometimes its almost criminal, knowing that i cdve done so much more with my time.. and the most worrying thing is im not even anywhere a midlife crisis yet. (touch wood!)

had grandiose plans for a post today but after a few bouts of generals theyve all but dissipated. after a while i realise i only post about whatever's closest to my heart. it's especially so when you're stressed but just *have* to blog to get it out of your system.. pressure, of the temporal kind or otherwise, seems to bring out the best in bloggers. conversely it's when youre at your happiest, or free-est, or whatever have you, that you sort of lose the impetus to post. thats certainly what's going thru my head now.. cos i still have a ton of things to finish by tmr.

wondering why im drawn to jazz. it's probably got something to do with the way ive transited from zero-radio to 24-hr-listener, from bubblegum pop to euro trash to alternative to rock to the cutting edge of the dance genre, and more recently, from there to downtempo, chill-out (before that became passe) and leftfield. from leftfield to gilles peterson to experimental to jazz. i'm tracing this relatively clearly cos of a discussion i had wif calvin a while ago bemoaning the lack of people with similar musical interests around me (compared to around him). he's still firmly into trance.. i've since moved on to leftfield. interestingly enough jazz is one of those so-staid-its-subversive things.. like knitting. i have a story about my superior who started knitting one night in the office.. goodness knows what she was knitting. but i digress - i'm thinking of going for jeremy monteiro NYC trio with toots thielemans.. but im totally broke so its gonna have to be the cheapest $22 seats. anyhow this is a musical performance so there's not much point sitting all the way in front, imho. somehow i always thot more ppl wd be into jazz but, rather inexplicably, im wrong! sad. anyhow if u wanna go beep me and we'll go get tix. or mark chan's musical accompaniment to the silent movie Little Toys. worst come to worst ill go alone!

morcheeba - what new york couples fight about

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Once a label is on something
It becomes an it
Like it's no longer alive

It's like a loss of vision
Or some dark impression
Or a black spot on your eye

If it's up to you
My little sweet baboo
Through the shouting and the fever
Think of life as queer
Think of it my dear
And some knobs or a fancy tone
From here there is no reason
Baby's got it made
But it's not what the life's about

What is imagination
May become a fact
If we think of it that way

If you want to know
I can tell you now
Oh if you make it through somehow
Or is it best to keep or fall to sleep
it isnt looking very good to me
from here

Hey
He's distressed
and I forget
I don't wanna know cause I forget
He's distressed
and I forget
I don't wanna know cause I forget
He's distressed
and I forget
I don't wanna know cause I forget
He's distressed
and I forget
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know

I don't wanna know
What do, new york
Couples fight about
Brothers gonna work it out
(Baby's got the bed sheet)
How do
(That was under you)
New york
(When your time and life expires)
Couples fight it out
What these couples fight about
(Keeps it in the closet)
What do
(Keeps it to herself)
New york
(She should throw the damn thing out)
Couples fight about
But this gonna work it out
(Why should you continue)
How do
(To shake it off)
New york
(Would you write things on the wall?)
Couples fight it out
What these couples fight about
(You could make it hard)
To be
In the shouting you will see
Or is it best to change the world you're keeping
Down again

Hey
He's distressed
And I forget
I don't wanna know 'cause I forget
He's distressed
And I forget
I don't wanna know 'cause I forget
He's distressed
And I forget
I don't wanna know 'cause I forget
He's distressed
And I forget
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know

Such is the sound of sorry
Without the shy report
or the grips that could hold you down
(just when things were looking up you act just like a horse's butt)
Everything was simple
but the body's worn
Got the life spread on the ground
(Powder pink and general, the kitchen sink, a funeral)
Every loving other
Don't you fade on me
Like a bomb that's about to blow
(Often we will overlook the things that make it undercooked)
We can make it hard
Or we can take the world apart
Or you'd never be that sure
Of the simple things that makes you want
To cry, again

Hey
He's distressed
And I forget
I don't wanna know 'cause I forget
He's distressed
And I forget
I don't wanna know 'cause I forget
He's distressed
And I forget
I don't wanna know 'cause I forget
He's distressed
And I forget
I don't wanna know 'cause I forget
He's distressed
And I forget
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know

He's distressed
And I forget
I don't wanna know 'cause I forget
He's distressed
And I forget
I don't wanna know 'cause I forget
He's distressed
And I forget
I don't wanna know 'cause I forget
He's distressed
And I forget
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know

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that sound totally has to be how i feel. "he's distressed/and i forget/i dont wanna know cause i forget" - troubled without being pessimistic.. making light of my trials and tribulations. overall, a positive way of looking at a bad situation. (that still beats looking at a good situation negatively..) sometimes its just nigh on impossible to describe, not that that has ever stopped me from trying. that's the magic of music.

on an unrelated note - which sec sch shd u be in? from Quizilla. my word.. you will never believe which sch i tested as. i dont know whether i should be proud or ashamed of this.. for purposes of anonymity for the pretence of anonymity i shant name it. but you may guess! =)

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