So enough of blacking out underground and crying on the South Ken tube platform, there are pressing matters at hand, and these pressing matters are:
What the fuck am I going to wear this Friday?
This is a question difficult enough to keep you awake on any given week from Monday night onwards, but this Friday combines a series of events so unrelated, so haphazardly thrown together, so diverse that the phrase sartorial nightmare doesn’t begin to cover it.
Here are the different variables:
1) First I’m going to work so I have to wear something appropriate for work. Please note, this is a dress-down Friday
2) Then I’m going to a work night out, so I have to wear something appropriate for going out, but still within colleague specifications
3) Whatever I wear has to be coordinated with A Girl’s outfit, because we have decided to do that and here’s what A Girl is wearing:
I think I will wear a red patterned knit skirt with a white button up short sleeved collared shirt, my mustard yellow sweater and just for one bit of raciness, my high heeled black patent leather strap shoes. My aim is 1950’s University preppy with the shoes adding a bit of raciness but acceptable rebellion.
4) Then I’m going to an indie bar/club type place for Bryant’s birthday, so I have to wear something that says I’m still indie, I may be 28 and past it, but I know where it’s at, or at least I knew where it’s at at some point in the past and I own every Suede 7-inch ever released
So I’ll have to think about this one.
Anyway, in other news, last week this person who reads the blog but I’ve also met in real life (even though he doesn’t live in London) sent me a CD with songs he thought I might like. And this CD has 60+ songs on it and this person was right – I do like them. In fact this is the best compilation CD I remember anyone having ever made for me. So we’d all like to thank ___.
In any case, inspired by this I thought I’d make a list of my favourite songs of 2008 so far, so here they are, in alphabetical order by the second letter of each song title.
This is a song by Hercules & Love Affair, which is the musical project of New York DJ/producer Andy Butler. I saw Hercules & Love Affair live a few months ago and realised that Andy Butler is gay and ginger (very ginger) so I sent an email to his management team asking if he wanted to meet up with me. I never heard back. I like the song 4% less now, but still enough.
This is a song by New York-based artiste Lady GaGa. What a nice lady. Shame the rest of the album sucks.
Hearts on fire
This is a song by Australian duo (I’m guessing here) Cut Copy. I like this, partly because I do and partly because I’m desperately trying to develop a taste of Australian culture before I get there.
Wearing my Rolex
This is a song by a guy who calls himself Wiley. He is ridiculous, so is his song, I’m sure it’s listened to by the lowest of the low, deadest of the brain people in suburban clubs, but you know what? I like it. Plus I like how he pronounces the word dance. “Darnce”.
This is a song by New York-based band Fischerspooner. People see no worth in Fischerspooner, oh but I do.
This is a song by Hollywood actress Scarlett Johansson (so I’m told, I’ve never seen her films myself). Scarlett released an album of Tom Waits covers this year and it’s fucking brilliant because she can’t sing, she just growls in a dreary monotone. This is the aural equivalent of the emptiness of my life.
This is a song by New York-based artiste Santogold. On the cover of her record, Santogold vomits a sea of gold. I like the rest of the album too, and not just because of that.
Songs remind me of you
This is a song by Norwegian singer Annie. If I were Norwegian I would just sit in my little town and enjoy the scenery and the cold and play with the reindeer. I guess Annie is a lot more ambitious than I am. It’s a shame then than nobody cares for her music (apart from me), so she’ll just have to return to her little town sooner or later anyway.
Time to pretend
This is a song by MGMT. I have no idea where they’re from. The lyrics of this song are very London Preppy – perhaps I should sue.
Sex on fire
This is a song by Kings of Leon. This is a very good song indeed and I like the guy’s voice because it sounds like he’s in pain. Also in the video he’s tied to a bed (I think) and the rest of the band hold him down, push him around, etc. More of less what happens in my basement then.
Stuck on repeat
This is a song by somebody called Little Boots. What a ridiculous name. It’s so cute and twee, isn’t it? I’m sorry, I’m gonna have to google and find out this person’s real name. OK, it’s Victoria Hesketh. Little Boots it is then.
So there you go.