Category Archives: Music

“Antimatter’s Sort Of Matter’s Evil Twin..”

Via my Other Half, I bring you The Large Hadron Rap. Yes, the wacky nice physicists at the CERN project have written a rap which explains what exactly it is that the Large Hadron Collider does.
I tell you, physicists rock. And throw some ace moves too.

Welcome To My Head

I promised E. that I’d list the podcasts I like. I’m relatively new to podcasts (I’m slow on the uptake), so I’m yet to build up a list of definitive favourites. If someone has recommendations, I’d be happy to hear them!
Left Field Cinema is an intelligent podcast looking at both arthouse cinema (like Kieslowski) and [...]

Oh. Em. Gee.

This t-shirt WILL be mine.
In August 2000 I spent an entire day in Te Awamutu - I even have a picture of myself posing with a sign saying Te Awamutu - and it’s a small, small North island town in New Zealand. It only has two things going for it: its rose gardens and some [...]

Life’s A Cabaret, Old Chum

Some time ago my partner, David, bought us tickets for the one-year anniversary of Dr. Sketchy’s Anti-Art School - a burlesque-meets-art school monthly event. David and a pirate had attended a previous Dr. Sketchy’s and loved it.
What happened? A lot, I tell you. I sang along to Cole Porter songs and my partner produced [...]

Nick Cave: The Ship Song

I’ve been unable to get this song out of my head since I saw this performance on BBC4. Usually I prefer Cave’s more recent work, but..

It Is Not Entirely My Own Fault

Following on from yesterday’s Chomsky snippet, here is an article asking Can You Teach Your Kid To Have Taste? The premise is that a classical music reviewer has been dragging his ten-year-old son along to work and has begun wondering how that influences his son’s taste in music/art/literature. The kid likes Tolkien, Russell Crowe westerns [...]

That’s Not My Name

Yesterday I had to convince nurses that my name wasn’t Flora Westmark of [absurdly named Glasgow suburb]. It wasn’t until I pointed out that Flora’s patient file stated she was born in 1949 whilst I clearly was not that they went in search of my file. Oh, you wacky NHS with your strange disorganisation - [...]

Happy Birthday, Neil.

I missed it by one day (oh dear!) but Happy 50th Birthday, Mr Neil Finn, soundtracker to the Ms Bookish life for a very, very long time.
Three youtube links:
+ Crowded House: Don’t Dream It’s Over
+ Crowded House: Nails in my Feet
+ Crowded House: Silent House (live ‘07)

Euro ‘08.

My personal favourite at this year’s Eurovision is Bosnia-Herzegovina. David describes it as “Arcade Fire doing Rocky Horror”. It won’t win but it’ll worm its way onto my iPod.

Five other countries of note:
+ Turkey has sent a local version of Manic Street Preaches with a hefty dash of Muse. Niice. A snowball’s chance in hell, [...]

Synergy

Wheylona and I go back a decade (gosh). We first met when she worked in Sweden and was heading with friends to Denmark for a concert. I remember us walking through the streets of Copenhagen singing History Never repeats (youtube link) about twenty minutes after meeting for the first time. Ten years on, the American [...]