Okay, here’s something beautiful for all of you people looking for beauty.
From Morrissey’s (excellent) autobiography which The Fox gave to me some time ago and I am now finding time to read in the bathtub:
“A window-ledge in a forgotten corner of the Wool Hall Studios showcases a peculiar stringed instrument from 1777, which Johnny instantly grabs – ‘Oh, let’s see how this sounds – and, by second run-through, he can play the oddly stringed lyre that has no sound hole. The strings are possibly horsehair, and there is a barely usable tuning bar, but the sound Johnny finds is mesmerizing, and the song I won’t share you is alive. It is a fascinating moment when Johnny’s inner ear leads the way to somewhere unknown – somewhere mistrusted by all until the final depth of thought strikes. The technical term is bling.”
This, my friends, is the history behind the very best Smiths song. I’ve always loved it for the beautiful sound of the strings. Now I know where it comes from – what a gift. Merry Christmas, from Morrissey to me to you.
My girl got a limousine
Got a full time job just to keep it clean
Got a speaker in the trunk, you know it weighs a ton
Friends, I would like to share a moment with you.
Tuesday was an absolutely beeeeautiful day here in the Big Smoke, and I had a chance to get out for a nice long walk. It was mid-afternoon as I made my way from College & Bathurst to Yonge & Dundas, winding though Kensington Market. If you haven’t been to Kensington for a while – as I hadn’t – you should check it out. It’s gotten pretty trendy. Gluten-free bakeries and free-trade coffee stalls abound. That sounds obnoxious but it’s not. Anyone who refuses to at least try a gluten-free cinnamon bun is simply being a contrarian and should be ignored. They are delicious!
At any rate, the sun was shining, it felt like it was about 20 degrees out, and I was listening to Modest Mouse’s ‘Float On’. There’s pretty much nothing I enjoy more than walking around my fair city listening to music, so this moment was a perfect confluence of events. I experienced such a lovely feeling of contentedness, and I wanted to share it with you, dear readers.
I hope that you too have a chance to rock out with the universe sometime soon!
If you haven’t already seen the movie Pitch Perfect, I have only one question for you: WHYYYYYYYYYYY???
Are you so cool that you can’t take two hours out of your life to watch this adorably awesome film about dueling college acapella groups? You are, aren’t you? I bet you’re the kind of person who spends their Friday nights sipping fancy cocktails at parties thrown in swanky art galleries rather than dancing around your living room singing along to Ace of Base’s ‘The Sign’, aren’t you?
If so, well…okay, good for you, I guess. I cannot deny that that art and fancy cocktails do have their appeal. But so does this movie! First of all, Skylar Astin is super duper as Jesse, the “nice guy” love interest to Anna Kendrick’s character, Beca. And then there’s Rebel Wilson’s ‘Fat Amy’:
My favourite though is Benji, Jesse’s incredibly awkward roommate:
Sob! Poor Benji! Fortunately, Benji gets his moment of redemption during the Treblemakers final performance:
They are performing their take on B.o.B.’s song ‘Magic’:
Which version do you prefer? B.o.B. and Rivers, or the Treblemakers? Me, I like them both. But I think the Trebles win for of the feel-good factor!
True story. When I lived in London, England for a year I worked as a personal assistant to a Belgian Prince. This dude was legit – after Princess Di divorced Charles, he was on the short list to be her new beau (this was prior to her untimely death, obviously). He lived in a gorgeous townhouse in Chelsea, and his next-door neighbor was Mark Knopfler. I can’t tell you how many times I lingered on the front doorstep as I was arriving or leaving, in hopes of catching sight of the Dire Straits front man. That would’ve been cool.
In a crazy coincidence, Thaddeus was also working as a PA in London at the time, just down the King’s Road in Knightsbridge. We probably even crossed paths once or twice! I’m always amazed by what a small world it really is.
Here’s a great Dire Straits tune, featuring Sting!
1:36 = PURE AMAZINGNESS.
Okay, so I heard this song a few days ago and I am kind of totally digging it! It’s suuuuper clubby, but the synth that kicks in around 2:47 is making me really, really happy. When I listen to this part of the song, it just makes everything seem a little better. Probably because it sounds so ’80s, and anything that reminds me of that decade is great.
ALSO: Vanilla Ice hair is officially back in now? Well it’s about time.