I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Jean Luc Godard film.
I’ve certainly never seen the film ‘Bande a Part’.
But, with Spring suddenly and unexpectedly in evidence in London, this clip from the film has got us all dancing in our kitchen.
(OK…maybe just me doing the dancing…)
Anyway, I thought I’d share it, to spread a little happiness.
Love it, love it, love it!
I loved this post on the ‘Becky Says Things’ site (which you should check out).
My own reasons to be cheerful might differ from Becky’s, but it’s good to be reminded that they’re out there.
BECKY SAYS THINGS
Oh, brave Listener. We’ve all had a bit of a rough time recently.
There are several reasons why we are all feeling a bit peeved, irked, and somewhat vexed:
1) It is February. February is an obnoxiously depressing month, it knows it, and it doesn’t care. February is insufferable.
2) We are still paying off our Christmas credit card bills. This is intolerable.
3) Our New Year’s resolution diet and exercise regimes have failed miserably and we are eating more doughnuts, peanut butter, and full fat milk than ever before to cope with the depression of February and Christmas credit card bills.
4) The couples amongst us have had a relationship-busting argument on Valentine’s Day, and the singletons amongst us have just been reminded that they are SINGLE and ALONE and destined to remain that way for the rest of their sorry lives.
5) There is nothing to look forward…
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It’s still February, and Winter may strike back, but today Spring has launched an opportunistic grab for London.
And, walking around in the sunshine, here is what I’m listening to:
Kirsty McColl RIP
A New England – Kirsty McColl (forgive the snow in Kirsty’s video – spring hadn’t reached her yet)
I Wanna be your Boyfriend – Ramones
Jah Love – Culture (you’ve got to live right, my brothers…)
(I love the sound of) Breaking Glass – Nick Lowe
Marlene – Kevin Coyne
Come Back Darling – UB40 (gotta love that bass)
One of the pleasures of writing, as I do, in something of a niche genre is delving into the weird and wonderful world of small-press magazines.
I write horror and ghost stories. There, I said it. Out of the fiction-writer’s closet. When you write this kind of stuff it’s a bit like having an embarrassing but not life-threatening medical condition: most people don’t understand why you’re so preoccupied with it, and wonder whether getting involved in other activities might be healthier (as well as maybe more lucrative), but you can’t help it. It’s always on your mind, and sometimes you fail to spot people’s eyes glazing over when you talk about it.
Anyway, one of the pleasures of this sad existence is delving into the richly varied world of small-press magazines. Without which genre fiction would struggle to survive.
So hats off this week to the fine people who run Dark Moon Books, producers of Dark Moon Digest and Dark Eclipse, a monthly horror e-zine. And thanks for not only publishing my ghost story Jamie’s Chair once, but re-publishing it this month after the original publication suffered a glitch in formatting.
If you like being scared and creeped out, check out the magazine. The latest issue can be found here: Dark Eclipse 31.
Continuing reflections on what I learned from 2013….
5. Wisdom’s a gift, but you’d trade it for youth
…is one of numerous lapidary phrases that spring from the best song on my favourite record of the year: Modern Vampires of the City, by Vampire Weekend.
Until now, I haven’t really got Vampire Weekend. I could tell they were talented. But they sounded just a bit too cluttered to me, a little too pleased with their own eclecticism and proficiency. But on this, their third album, they sound like they have clicked into the zone, relaxed a bit.
The song, Step, also demonstrates yet again that iron law of pop – that if you get the drums and the voice (including the words) right, you’ve pretty much cracked it.
Discovering a new favourite band also leads me on to my next lesson. It’s good to…