I am currently doing three things at once. Who said men were unable to multitask!
1) Entering my latest musical thoughts onto my laptop word processor.
2) Listening to the presenters of “Mixing It” on Radio 3 discuss the implications of the new Autechre album.
3) Cleaning the toilet, using Waitrose’s Active Toilet Gel - Lemon flavoured.
My girlfriend is fortunate enough to be spending the evening in the company of Allistair Roberts, an Amalgamated Son of Rest, no less, and the wonderful Mountain Goats, aka Extra Glenn and webzine writer par excellence, Mr John Darnielle. I see the Goats on Thursday at the Spitz, and any Londoner who accidently discovers this bile in the interim period is over-encouraged to join me.
Mixing It observation no.1
Asa-Chang and Junray consist of two programmers, a singer and a tabla player. Must, must buy album.
Toilet Cleaning observation no.1
The Active Toilet Gel is lemon coloured, and arguably lemon scented. I doubt very much that it is lemon flavoured, and I will not put a single drop of it in my mouth.
Mixing It observation no.2
This Asa-Chang and Junray is greaaat! Birdy tweeting, spasco tabla, Japanese male voice remixed getting faster and faster, delightfully Japanese flutey sound. Magnificent. I will buy the album this week. The song has gone beserk, now playing at chipmunk pace.
Toilet Cleaning observation no.2
Just to clear up any uncertainties that may have developed whilst reading my last post regarding the cleaning of the toilet. The cleaning liquid is, in fact, ‘citrus scented’, not ‘lemon flavoured’ or indeed ‘lemon scented’. And the scent does actually perform a function, it isn’t simply a gimmick; it works to combat odours, leaving the toilet bowl smelling fresh.’
Anyway, in yesterday’s Guardian, Maddy Costa wrote some acutely observed words of Black Box Recorder. Here they are violently abridged.
“A band created by men to be fronted by a walking male fantasy, BBR could be the thinking person’s Tatu. Sarah Nixey looks like the boss of a FTSE 100 company inviting the post boy to pop his letters in her secret mailbox. Her breathy voice... simultaneously evokes a prim boarding-school headmistress, a whip-cracking dominatrix and a 1960s air hostess. Luke Haines and John Moore’s lyrics mould her into a pouting Lolita, a Diana wannabe and a starstruck pop fan with a crush on Andrew Ridgely. That Nixey has too much power and poise to be a pop svengali’s plaything is all part of Haines and Moore’s plan to subvert the rules of pop.”
I think Maddy understands.
“Life is unfair. Kill yourself or get over it.”
Luke Haines, 1998.
There will be no further observations regarding the cleaning of the loo. I have completed the task and am now listening to a Steve Reich (the grandfather of minimalism) composition, recorded by a Tokyo musician, with a Black Box Recorder song stuck in my head.
Could this now be the quirkiest music blog in town? I do think so.
posted by Matthew at 5:03 PM
