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June 05
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Barny
after a couple of days at glastonbury soaked to the skin by a deluge of technical accomplishment without any real catharsis and wading through a quagmire of rather dull boys ripping off their heroes,i discovered a band to love on sunday afternoon- the dresden dolls- an odd and thrilling combination of plinky plink and manic girl interrupted screaming fury, a voice almost stripping the tent from its moorings, german cabaret/mime stylings and stripey tights too... oh and i think fabulous tunes...
the cd, hastily purchased, while great, does not quite do them justice- slipped them a black tulips disc feeling that they might spot some kindred spirits nestled away in its digital depths...
wept as tori amos wove some ethereal kind of web capturing and enrapturing those enlightened enough to have sought her out in the distant realm of the acoustic tent...it was also the most sexual of performances i have ever witnessed as she straddled the piano stool twisting and turning between the grand and the hammond, the sweat and the spittle streaming down her skin, running down her face, dripping off her chin, writhing, moaning, soaring, screaming, a voice and noise that put all else in that strange country of the west in the shade, the spell she cast compelling all present to love her ...well, it certainly worked on me anyway
went home sunday therefore feeling that it was all worth it, certainly in retrospect (though myself of friday night sleeping in a sodden sleeping bag on top of a puddle of mud would not agree) and feeling all people that review such events are knobheads and get it all wrong (see Q glastonbury review)
also thinking about my enticingly flirtatious and beautiful flatmate and the mysterious and illegible steamy messages in the bathroom mirror (whether the content was steamy in the non-literal sense i could not decipher, nor could i ascertain for which of the numerous inhabitants of the flat they were intended- the otherwise obscure text did contain one clearly visible and quite large heart however)
28 June 05 Welly
welding, ghost trains, vaginas, bitching...
16 June 05 Posh
biscuits; the courting potential of the library...
15 June 05 Martin
Amis, chicklit and money problems...
8 June 05 Rabies
jabs and the History of Western Philosophy...