Mythical Beasts

Still buzzing from last night's gig. New album is superb.

Would I lie to you?

Warning, contains Dave Stewart.

Laziness.

I have much to do, many things to be getting on with, I should be a busy beaver. I also currently have a dog lying on my leg so getting up to do these things would cause her to have a major strop, as she is currently sleeping. Daft cow.

Also, I have been very much enjoying this wonderful, wonderful 'Best Of', in particular the (brilliantly transvestite heavy) DVD. (Though where's the video for Love Song For A Vampire!? Nothing like a lady vamp with early nineties curtains to really set things off.) Random fact - Bryan Adams took the photos for the new release.

Also, there's a double whammy of Spiral and The Wire to watch. No work tonight then!




ANyway, here's two of the missing videos.

The London Boys.

At about the age of eight I'm pretty sure this was my favourite song ever.

And I'd completely forgotten about it until today, God bless Youtube.



Reets, I'm off to listen to my sexy new Annie Lennox best of album and do some more dissertationing.

They Might Be Giants.

Two clips of They Might Be Giants genius here. The first a live version of I Palindrome I (with some sexy accordion action going on from the ever sexy John Linnell - he was thirty-three here, and impossibly good looking with it).



The second is the only half decent quality version of the Birdhouse In Your Soul video I've managed to find, not to dwell too much on just how much I fancy early nineties Linnell here but my God he looks good in a black jumper.

Alan & Annie.

Excellent mini-feature on Alan Moore from some TV show I've never heard of (sadly neglecting to mention Lost Girls but otherwise good for something length).

Alan Moore Interview
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And to go hand in hand with that, here's the video for Annie Lennox's cover of Shining Light. Lovely.



Lennox has always been pretty sharp with the cover versions, the Medusa album's a testament to that, but watching the above has put in mind of her pre-Eurythmics days and this excellent little Tourists cover.

Chain Reaction.

Take the simply amazing Diana Ross, add some squeaky voice Bee-Gees fabulousness, then play it over possibly the gayest video ever made.

Instant pop perfection. Only blighted by that abortion of a cover by Steps.

My week summarised.

I have many things to say. A bullet pointed dash through is the way forward. It's the future.

-Holiday.
Africa is booked. 1st - 23rd March. Aha! Ahahahaha!!! Cannit wait. Really can't. Mustn't get too excited though, more to the point I mustn't go mad in the shops and spend loads of money on Africa gear so I end up looking like Indiana Jone's retarded brother. (Then again I already did that at New Year.)


-Bendy.
Back to earth (or Newcastle) though, I did Yoga on Monday, either I'm very out of practice or the teacher was really bad (probably both to be honest) but the next day I was so stiff I found it hard to move my arms. Funny, I don't remember it being like that before. The presence of several cuties shall ensure my return however, that and the fact it's free.


Oh dear.
Dave's plundering of the BBC comedy archives continues by them commissioning a new two part Red Dwarf special, and if that's not a terrible enough idea (does no-one remember the Allo Allo reunion for God's sake?) it's accompanied by the even more perplexing Red Dwarf: Unplugged. It's over, let it die with some dignity, don't turn it into Only Fools & Horses please!


-Superpop.
Guess what, B*Witched played at Powerhouse the other night. B*frigging*Witched. And I found out too late to go. Gutted doesn't even cover it. There was something quite spectacular about the particular combination of nineties pop and Irish jigs.


David Attenborough, gent that he is, has been receiving death threats from Christians because he doesn't mention God in his programs. His response, a spot on explanation of just why they're so woefully wrong.

They always mean beautiful things like hummingbirds. I always reply by saying that I think of a little child in east Africa with a worm burrowing through his eyeball. The worm cannot live in any other way, except by burrowing through eyeballs. I find that hard to reconcile with the notion of a divine and benevolent creator...


Daft Bint.
Michelle Hanson's column (borderline dreadful at the best of times) particularly irritated me this week. Just read it, and wonder what it is about a game like Brain Training (essentially a mini-game collection designed, admittedly on spurious evidence, to keep your mind active) that so offends this most luddite of scribblers. Her sneering condescension at Nintendo might be a little better if she didn't mention watching Casualty, 'why not play a musical instrument?' you daft titwitch.


Wesley Crusher.
I just joined twitter (see to the right), you can follow people's twitters. Aside from the obvious (Stephen Fry and Neil Gaiman straight off) I found Will Wheaton on there, that's right, Weill Wheaton. Go on, I dare you to try and find someone lower on the celebrity chain.

I'm Coming Out...

I've never seen the video for Get The party Started (Shirley Bassey version) before, but I like it, I really really do.

But before I actually go to bed,

Stevie Wonder, Sir Duke live!