beeerh life.

She's my narcotic lollipop

If there was any one album I would recommend for you to listen to right now, to stop what you are doing, go out and purchase this record, put it on, and sit down and listen and be attentive and absorbed and consumed and devoured by, it would be Pop Crimes by Rowland S. Howard. He is probably one of my most favourite musicians.
When I bought this from the record store, the man who I have become acquainted with told me that the other guy who works there who I get on really well with actually saw Rowland when he played at the Oxford Art Factory I think it was for the release of this record. So I'm going to have to pick his brain about that, I'm quite looking forward to that actually.
I have listened to this album three times already, and I feel that it is one of the most exquisite things I have ever listened to. It is particularly great, because school is really getting me down at the moment, and I feel like this has lifted me slightly every time I listen to it, just because it is soo good.
Here's the first track to get you started...


(I Know) A Girl Called Jonny- Rowland S. Howard

The trout are really torpedos

I have had an interesting week. Unfortunately I have been subjected to the entire notch on the emotional scale, I think I would have much preferred just having one constant emotion all week, it would have been much less exhausting.

Anyway, I have watched Autoluminescent and it is actually one of my favourite films ever. I can't wait to get it back off Hobbes so I can watch it several more times. I think I might maybe watch it with Manka when he comes up to see Sufjan Stevens with me on tuesday night at the opera house which I am really freaking excited about. I do however, have a stupid amount of school work that I need to get done before tuesday I think, so as to prevent a really awful time on tuesday and I'll upset every single person I spend a moment of time with.

I am currently in the middle of watching "Wings of Desire", a german film made in 1987 by Wim Wenders and so far I am just loving it. I am getting a lot out of it and am really grateful for the record store man for recommending it to me, despite the fact I would have inevitably found it on account of my present love for Rowland S. Howard whose band 'Crime and the City Solution' are filmed in the Wings of Desire. I just cannot, cannot, CANNOT wait to get on my break and I will just completely and probably hazardously immerse myself in books and music and film. Bring it.

Going to be so broke as well. My shifts are being cut. Thank you Woolsworthless. Bastards.

Here yah go...

POND.

Tears of a Clown-POND


I have the Smokey Robinson and the Miracles 7", this song is so fun ahahaha. I died when I saw this existed because I am in love with lil ol' Nick Allbrook right now, he's just the best. 
He's got crazy energy wachow funtimes.
He's so cute.
And little. 
And an amazing performer.
And I love him.


Can't wait to see him again and tell him, baby I play the flute too, we can be friends and stuff.
Tehehehehehehehehhehehe
It's almost 4 in the morning...

Purchases, consequent sadness on account of silly decisions

SO.
Friday, I purchased The Pretty Things album called 'Parachute' and I have listened to one of the tracks on it called 'Grass' which is really great. It's a bit of a concept album, the predecessor to 'Parachute' was one of the first rock operas called 'S.F Sorrow' which I have listened to most of and have really loved actually. Anyway, I've not listened to concept-y type albums for a ridiculously long time. Kind of like, two years ago when I was listening to a looot of Mars Volta and King Crimson and stuff. Anyway, this record is really amazing apparently. Haven't had a chance yet to listen to it yet, but the record store man says it's great. And I trust his judgement. Thank you Nick-the-record-store-man.

Today, I have purchased something which I am so flipping excited about listening to. ALAS, here is my sadness, I have a 3000 word essay due on Thursday, which I've not finished but I want to finish it tonight (which is a day before it's due) so that tomorrow I can actually maybe go to sleep good and proper tomorrow night so I can actually remain conscious for the first time all semester in this class.

The sticker never told me the vinyl was red! What a crazy surprise for my little eyeballs.

The Boys Next Door record purchase of the day. This is the band that developed into The Birthday Party...WHOM I LURV. If you've not listened to Prayers on Fire, the album, listen. But yes, excited to hear this.

My brand spankin' new Autoluminescent dvd about Rowland S. Howard of The Boys Next Door (see above) and The Birthday Party (listen to Prayers on Fire). Must watch. Muuust. Waaatch.
 

So I told myself when I purchased this dvd, that I'm not allowed to watch it until I write 2000 words of my essay. So far, I am up to about 600, and it's 1:44am and I am pretty damn tired and would love to go to sleep. My aim for the night is to get to 1500 words, and then I'll go to sleep I think. I just need to finish writing about Bartok is all. Yeah, that's what I'll do. Then I'll do a crapload of work at uni tomorrow, so I can come home, watch this doco, have a nap, maybe watch it again, and sleep for a long time. Then hand in my essay! Which I should be writing! Write now! Right now!

I hate uni so much right now.

Going to the south coast in a couple of weeks though. Before I die of Sydney overdose.

But right now, I'm going to write now. Bam.

Francoise, the french babe.

This is Francoise Hardy. She is a french singer/actress who sang a crap load of french pop songs during the 60's and still continues to sing a crap load of french pop songs. Her style is fantastic, and she has such an excellent facial structure and is therefore a french babe. She also married a groovy french psych/beat man who I discovered only the other day, Jacques Dutronc.

Here are my favourite songs by Francoise and Jacques respectively:


Le Temps De L'Amour-Francoise Hardy



Le Responsable-Jacques Dutronc