Sunday, 25 January 2009

This is the aural phase ... it's menacing.

"So I'm on BBC 2 now,
telling Robert Rotifer
how I made it."
Alex Kapranos,
sublty altering lyrics

In other words: Franz Ferdinand yesterday were absolutely fabulous, as were the Rakes, and even Deichkind were relatively enjoyable. I really do not regret spending so much money on the tickets, they've obviously still got "it", and I can't wait to get my hands on their new album. I'm listening to it right now on myspace, re-animating pleasant memories from yestereve. I think my favourite song might be "No You Girls Never Know". Closely followed by "Bite Hard". No actually, I can't make up my mind.

The weather outside my windows yesterday:

Meanwhile, my mood is dangerously close to what I'm not sure I dare call serenity. Maybe it's the weather these days. Maybe it is some weird mixture of denial and coping. Maybe my Samaritan complex has been triggered and I'm just on a sort of moral high from having a mission to fulfill. It might be any one of these, or all of them, or something else. Maybe I should stop psychoanalysing myself? Nah, never!

Oh no, I scared the fawn.


Dot said...

what mission?

Dani Chamois said...

strangely enough, i don't know exactly. conversion of heathens, probably! that's what it always is, isn't it? the worshipping of wrong idols has to stop.