Bonnie Belle Schottische I woke up with this in my head (dunno what I was dreaming, but I dimly recall something about dimples?) and it’ll never get out if I don’t play it. Pretty, though. That little red claw crab is cute, but the damned thing’s going to water change me to death before I […]

Photograph Kinda gritty voice. I haven’t a clue what he’s saying and don’t really care, but it sounds nice.

Devil Woman I don’t even know why I own this, but I like it….I think. I’ve got XMMS on random; too f’n tired to really care what’s playing.

Kiss You Better I saw them doing “I Want You To Stay” on TOTP. Geordie boy’s got either the ugliest fucking toupée or the least convincing comb-over that I’ve ever seen, but they sound good.

Symphony No. 9 in D Minor, Op. 125 An die Freude. One of the most beautiful pieces of music I’ve ever heard. I love Beethoven, but this is a favourite; the power in the music, the way it really communicates joy. Beethoven died in 1827, 179 years ago, but people still know and love his […]

Tell My Ma Traditional Irish song, I think. I like it because of the girls’ bell-clear voices and harmonies and the way it goes up-and-down-down-and-up. Not sure that makes sense, but I understand what I mean.

Moldavian Dance. I like the sound of a balalaika. Before that, the Rankins singing An T-Each Ruadh, Canadian Celtic in Gaelic. I like how Gaelic sounds–like you need half a pound of phlegm in your throat just to pronounce the words. Weird day.

Scotch On The Rocks. I woke up a couple of days ago with this stuck in my head. I can’t even imagine what I might’ve been dreaming. I’ve exhausted all of my options for putting off water changes today and have no legitimate reason not to get started. This is not a legitimate reason because […]

The Stroke. Took me the longest time to figure out this was about political corruption. Heh. I’m such a gutterbrain. Up next is Blondie, Rapture. I don’t give a damn about Debbie’s sexual orientation–she can fuck women, men, both, or inanimate objects for all I care–I like her voice.

Miracles: The Holiday Album. The whole damned thing as loud as I can play it without disturbing Betty or the nice elderly couple across the street. Why? Well, because it’s such a beautiful, sunny October day with such a lovely breeze that I thought I should open the windows and let in some fresh air […]