I cannot get out, said the starling

Am off on one of my bizarre road-trips tomorrow. Already, I am wrung out , and I have at least 5 days of other people’s booze and sight-seeing and work and terror ahead of me. Going to see Krakow for the first time. Well, technically it won’t be the first, but my childhood memories ofContinue reading “I cannot get out, said the starling”

Monday music: March 8th

I’m not for the ghettoization of female artists, but for today I’m going to say – screw it, this isn’t ghettoization. This is the highlighting of the women in my music library. There are too few, I’ve realized. Trouble – Pink Old Enough – Rickie Lee Jones Ghost World – Aimee Mann Sun Sun SunContinue reading “Monday music: March 8th”

Monday music: handfuls of goodbye

До свиданья, друг мой, без руки, без слова, Не грусти и не печаль бровей, — В этой жизни умирать не ново, Но и жить, конечно, не новей. – Сергей Есенин Khaled, this is for you, for obvious reasons. Also, real life has walloped me over the head since I got back from Moscow, but IContinue reading “Monday music: handfuls of goodbye”

Wednesday Music: damn it feels good to be a gangsta, and be descended from gangstas

So I’m a few days behind – on account of being too busy living and working to blog – but I wanted to point out that the flat I am staying in here in Moscow belonged to the wonderful woman to whom this essay was dedicated. She loved me very much, and she loved myContinue reading “Wednesday Music: damn it feels good to be a gangsta, and be descended from gangstas”

Monday music: “you’re like a car crash I can see but I just can’t avoid”

It’s weird that I’ve been doing this Monday music thing for a while now – but haven’t really talked much about my favourite songs. Well, “Like a Friend” by Pulp is one of such songs. I like the shift from slow and melancholy to fast and melancholy, and how a sense of irony keeps theContinue reading “Monday music: “you’re like a car crash I can see but I just can’t avoid””