Today I shall post some Phil Lynott. Most know him from Thin Lizzy, and while I respect, honor, and appreciate that period, I am going to post some of his solo work and collaborations. I'm sure there are purists that were appalled by the use of synth, samples, and space guns in the solo music...I happen to really like it. Listening to Thin Lizzy is like having a really great conversation over many drinks and way too many cigarettes, with a master storyteller at some dirty pub. You are so mesmerized by the content of what you are hearing, that you ignore all of the nonsense occurring around you. The solo albums are more mellow, but the feeling remains the same.
The BPA is basically Fatboy Slim and features Jamie T, Martha Wainwright, Emmy The Great, and David Byrne among others. I'm undecided on the album, but I do know that I want the Iggy puppet!!!
The BPA - He's Frank (Slight Return) Feat. Iggy Pop
As everyone may or may not know, I got nothin' but love for Phantom of The Paradise in all of its camp and glory. Paul Williams is basically some kind of evil genius? Here he is singing The Hell of It from The Hardy Boys & Nancy Drew Meet Dracula :
While on the subject of Phantom, can I just say that Winslow Leach (The Phantom):
should be receiving royalties from Marilyn Manson for biting his style.
And now for something completely different and off-topic... Jamie T is back! Please check out the video for Fire Fire
Sunday, Sunday is for relaxing and shaking it to the sweet, sweet rock n roll. You know some people have sold their souls for it?
Visions of the past, present, and future fill my mind these days. I don't know if I consider myself superstitious, but some signs cannot be ignored. Many years ago I was driving home from who knows where in the wee hours and along with the White Castle boxes and the cast of usual garbage littered about, there was a bunch of Tarot cards. Yes, in the light from my headlights, there were Tarot cards haphazardly, taunting drivers and I was taking no chances. My luck is shit enough without that hanging over my head, so before I reached the cards, I stopped in the middle of the road and made a detour.
Demonic Cat by Graffiti Island has been stuck in my head and played a lot recently. The lyrics are solid gold and give me a warm fuzzy feeling when I see my own little kitty acting out the scenarios in the song.
I know I posted about Fever Ray last time, but since then the video for the first single has been released. It is chilly and beautiful. The album is pretty fucking magnificent and we should all own it.
Fever Ray 'If I Had A Heart'
Food drama is no fun. I love Cookstr for the easy navigation and brill ideas when I'm tired of everything, they can even "Surprise Me". Love it. These delicious little bastards are too yummy for words:
Sleep has been missing from my existence lately, but more on that later. As usual, life has been stabbing me up with icicle daggers, which is quite green really since I can use the shards to make cocktails. Speaking of ice, I am so captivated by the beauty and artistry of ICEHOTEL. Take a moment to visit the site and check out the various creations, for each room features a different theme as its inspiration.
City Movers by Benny Ekman One room that caught my eye is City Movers , but they are all amazing in their own unique way. I want to visit. Now.
This song has been in my head, so now it can infiltrate yours as well. The Knife - You Take My Breath Away
Fever Ray is exciting me. Karin's voice is so distinct and wonderfully eerie.
Back to sleep or should I say my lack of sleep? Images visit me in folds of fabric, but I'm not lucky enough to have wicked Dali designed dreams like those featured in the clip below from Spellbound (I just get demons, lions, birds, and contorted faces):
Movies keep me company when I should be hanging with Morpheus. Recently I watched two films that were quite nice. Wristcutters: A Love Story was a lovely film about life after suicide and it features Tom Waits and lots of music by Gogol Bordello. Another strangeness regarding music played in the bar scenes, was the fact that they used only bands who lost members to suicide, like Joy Division and Christian Death.
The second movie is nothing shy of magnificent! Phantom of the Paradise is brilliant and I love everything about it. The costumes, the music, and the way the "Phantom" gets disfigured is genius on a silver platter. Glam baby!
Sometimes you just want to be all enclosed away from everything (maybe it would help me sleep better?). I was going to post a beautiful picture of a snuggly cocoon, but rather than looking warm and cozy, they just looked like a tampon. Bummer. Besides, my isolation would possibly end up a shambles like the Ab Fab episode Iso Tank.
