No news = good news

The News blackout continues

Over a week now. I have looked at the online Guardian pages, but only the sport, the food subsection under lifestyle and the culture section, mainly the books because music and film stuff I prefer to get elsewhere.

Thirty days have September...

...I think,

And some other months,

The names of them also escape me right now,

Because,

I guess,

This simply isn't the sort of information I tend to retain,

It just seems so random,

Pointless,

Arbitrary rubbish.

Oh,

Apart from February,

Which is,

It appears,

Bit of a law unto itself.

Sun Kil Moon

Benji is an intensely personal album. It must be painful to make music, to write songs, opening yourself up to this degree. It needs and rewards careful listening, because the songs tell real stories and describe real relationships. One of the albums of the year, as album of the year list time approaches.

Desert Island Discs

DLL has gone all secret squirrel, and won't tell me her picks, so I thought I'd make a long list and whittle it down. I've found that I could pick eight (this year) or eight (jazz) or eight (hip hop) or eight (insert pigeon hole here) or eight (unclassifiable / crossover / hybrid) or eight (opening album tracks) or eight (featured in film soundtracks) or eight (from the Shrek films) or...

There's just so much great music to listen to.

You could do a Frank Zappa eight. Frank Zappa eights. Frank Zappa (songs) and Frank Zappa (albums) even double-eights (songs live / songs studio) and (albums live / albums studio).

Acoustic eights, electric eights, a Prince eight and a Jam eight and a lets get going morning eight and a laid back last thing at night eight and changing room eights (football / cricket) and eight that the critics panned and changed their minds about.

Luxury

Depending on what they give you to play those records on, I might ask for something better to play those records on. Or just say a huge storage MP3 player because eight's nowhere near enough. What about a cinema? Has anyone ever asked for a cinema? I'm going to ask for a cinema. Art house, not multiplex, free drinks and chocolates: film = Revels, Maltesers, Those melt in the mouth not in the hand jobbies (are those Revels?), and those assorted ones with the horrid coffee and delicious orange centres, which may also be Revels, if the others are not Revels. Anything else, including popcorn, is an abomination.