January 2009

Listening to: Turn to Speak – The Andersen Tapes

C. and I and our friend Sue went for a walk and a picnic in Mount Lofty Botanic Gardens today. It was lovely. I ate a lot of snowpeas and we saw some weird small marsupial/rodent animal things (and possibly inadvertently killed them by letting them eat rice cakes) and the world’s biggest raven, and we basked in the sun/shade and we didn’t get lost.


Listening to: Never Be Lonely Again – Slow Down Tallahassee

Two blogs I am obsessed with at the moment:

  • Skatterbrain (found via Cat and Girl) – for all your twee pop needs. I have discovered so much good music here already (my only other sources these days are Mojo and Bitch reviews, so this is important), and I like people who like the Lucksmiths.
  • The Summer! mix from June last year is particularly awesome.

  • Baking Bites (found via the Craftzine blog) – what it says on the tin, basically. I like the writing and its vegan-friendliness (fostering good relations between vegans and omnivores the world over), and look at these recipes: lemon torte, peanut butter rice krispie bars (finally, a use for my vegan marshmallows – I’m sick of hot chocolate. Also, I’ve always been curious about American rice krispie treats), vampire cookies and vegan molasses apple tart!
  • Also, even though I obviously won’t be trying it myself, I am intrigued by this apple pie coffee cake with cheddar cheese recipe.

    Listening to: Moonland – Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

    I’ve just come back from seeing Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds at the Thebarton Theatre.

    Hmm. Nick Cave himself was in fine form – full of energy, Nick Cavey as ever and in excellent voice. (I hope he eventually gets rid of the moustache – it’s not actually that bad, as moustaches go, but it kind of makes him look like Nick Cave’s evil twin brother. Nick Cave, but not Nick Cave. It’s sort of cool, but jarring.)

    Anyway, Nick Cave = good. The Bad Seeds? Not so much. I don’t know if it was the shitty acoustics at the Theb or a conscious decision or what, but all we got from them all night was a wall of noise. Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!: wall of noise. Hard On for Love: wall of noise. The Weeping Song: wall of noise. It was unrelenting, and sometimes it fit and sometimes it didn’t. And the few times any sort of musicality was discernible, someone’s guitar was horribly out of tune (Mick Harvey’s, I think). No one onstage seemed especially worried about it (there were shrugs). I guess right now they’re out to prove that they can still rock, and they totally can, but…eh. I kind of love this about them in general, though, these phases they go through (the bluesy ’80s, the scary mid-’90s, the mellow late-’90s, etc.), and I’m excited to see what they’ll sound like next time I see them.

    Nick Cave didn’t really interact with the band (apart from the odd comment to/about Warren Ellis, who is his right-hand man since Blixa Bargeld left, I guess) and they didn’t really interact with each other, apart from a few consultations about which song to go with next. It made them pretty uninteresting to watch.

    But! They are Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds and I still love them.

    ETA: Adelaide Now had this review out this morning. It’s pretty accurate – the Bad Seeds looked bored and the newer material was the best material (it’s convinced me to buy Dig!!! Lazarus, Dig!!!, which I hadn’t done yet), apart from “Stagger Lee”, which was the last song of the encore and which they performed brilliantly (complete with light show over the closing screams).

    My ears are still ringing!

    Listening to: Freedom! ’90 – George Michael

    I’m feeling quite whingey lately. Let’s dance around our kitchens (or other appropriate venues) instead:

    Freedom! ’90 – George Michael

    Deceptacon – Le Tigre

    Listening to: Walk Away Renee [Version] – Billy Bragg

    Look at how cold Britain is right now!:

  • “Cold snap deepens as temperatures reach -10C”
  • “That’s winter for you…”
  • Imagine the coats, jumpers, hats and scarves they get to wear! Do you think it’ll be that cold again next year?

    (Summer makes me sad.)

    Listening to: Teeth – Kristin Hersh

    Oh, no. I’ve given myself a stupid haircut.

    Listening to: Samantha Secret Agent – The All-Girl Summer Fun Band

    My new favourite thing is the BBC Pronunciation Unit’s brief but fabulous blog, and the BBC Editors’ blogs in general.

    Also, three Guardian articles I have read today:

  • Antony and the Johnsons light up 2009I am a Bird Now didn’t set my world on fire, but I thought Antony’s performance of If It Be Your Will in I’m Your Man was incredibly beautiful. I like him.
  • The woman with a tiny carbon footprint – The Joan Pick article mentioned by Antony Hegarty above. I like her, too.
  • ‘What happens in war happens’ – Emma Brockes’s interview with Lynndie England. Not such a big fan of hers, but it’s an interesting article nonetheless. Who is this person?
  • I am having a lovely day, hanging out washing, sitting in the backyard reading Kate Lopresti’s Constant Rider zine, eating bits and pieces from the garden (our blueberry bush is producing a handful of fruit or so every day, and our nectarines are almost ripe and earlier I had a cherry tomato), popping inside to skip a song on the iPod and read something on the internet. It’s very relaxing.

    My uncle and his partner were staying here for the past week or so, and I actually quite enjoyed their being here for the most part, but it’s nice to have the house to myself again. (My mum came back from Bali and went straight to Tasmania for a week.)