Showing posts with label aural fixation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label aural fixation. Show all posts

Friday, May 7, 2010

one more fold in the brain...or not

long beach sunset fall 09
a short catalogue of current thoughts:
  1. apartment project for over my bed
  2. pie
  3. home
  4. isobel
  5. the dishes in the sink
  6. love
  7. julian casablancas solo album
  8. hash browns
  9. writing
  10. the cure
  11. paperwork
  12. money
  13. the ocean/sand/summer sun
  14. bills
  15. my mother
  16. rain/thunder/lightning
  17. summer clothes
  18. facebook
  19. tina fey
  20. my lunch sandwich
  21. my messy room
  22. teaching
  23. failure
  24. being in bed/sleep
  25. this blog

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

nashing my teeth

last night i went to kate nash's all ages show (as evidenced by the older man in the center of this picture) and it was dynamic and interesting and it made me like her more than i thought i ever could. during her second to last song, as she stood on a pitch black stage, one flashing red light intermittently lighting her face, growling into the mike i am electric i am electric i was transformed into a 15 year old fan girl, smiling in the dark at the inspired words of my new girl crush. i especially liked the message (minus the mention of cocaine) of mansion song. the lyrics of which i am posting below.

mansion song

I fancy the hip rock 'n' roll scenester
I wanna be fucked and then rolled over
Cause I'm an independent woman of the 21st century
No time for nits, I want sex and debauchery
I read glamour and the guardian
I like flowers and I'm hardy and I take cocaine
I don't give a fuck about her
I want your name
I can get fucked like the best of men
Like the best of men
Like the worst of pain
Inflicted on another young girl again
Impressed by another guitar hero
He's a top score and you're a zero
You're out of your league
There ain't no rubber on the tracks it's gravel
You fall hard, cut quick and it's an STD, a cut knee
You're a side of stage grasp, a laugh
An aftershow party in a bath
Fucked and expected to be fucked
A gasp from an uninformed intruder
The crowd go wild and things get ruder
They're already out of hand and there's no-one here to take your hand.
It's a cold shower and a scramble for a dirty pair of knickers,
don't get yours mixed up with hers now get out of bed, get out of bed, get out get out get get out of bed
Get up, get down and get undressed!
Cause that's what you do best, strip, strip strip n shag, fuck get fucked 'n drag, and be impressed,
by the better sex, take a piece of raw vegetable and hold it to your breast
and say you stood for nothing.
You were just a hole that lacked passion, another undignified product of society.
That girl should have been a mansion.



Friday, April 30, 2010

magenta with envy...

i saw this show for free.