Serendipitous music

I’m not sure if this is quite serendipitous or not. Yes I may have lied in the title. The fact is, I’ve spent months pruning my iPod of the songs I don’t really like, so what happened today was sort of inevitable in a sense. My iPod had one of those moments where it picked the best songs for me all in a row. So I thought I would share. Please note that songs have been rearranged for maximum universal harmony.

Part 1 – the slow songs (playlist on youtube)

Cello – Slowdive

Chernobyl 2 – Radiohead (So slow and yet filled with tension and sadness)

Candy Girl – Low (fun fact #1 – Low are a mormon band. Fun fact #2 – My favourite band name ever would be ‘The Mormon Mafia’. If anyone wants to start this band with me, let me know)

Caramel – Blur

Carbon Monoxide – Regina Spektor (yes its a coincidence that all the songs on this list start with the letter c. I do love Regina Spektor, she’s someone who brings her personality out with her voice, which few singers can do)

Busby Berkeley Dreams – The Magnetic Fields

California – Rufus Wainwright

Chelsea Hotel no. 2 – Rufus Wainwright (song by Leonard Cohen)

Cars hiss by my window – The Doors

A Chicken With its Head Cut Off – The Magnetic Fields

Careless Whisper – Rufus Wainwright and Ben Folds (if you can find the live version where everyone screams when Rufus starts singing, that’s the best one)


Part 2 – The non-slow songs (playlist on youtube)

Bullet with Butterfly Wings – The Smashing Pumpkins (remember this song? If you’re as old as me, perhaps you do)

Bulls on Parade – Rage Against the Machine

Burn – Nine Inch Nails (a great song when you’re feeling like throwing something at the wall)

Calm Like a Bomb – Rage Against the Machine

Can’t change the beat – Combichrist

Capital G (epworth phones mix) – Nine Inch Nails

Change the Formality – Infected Mushroom (fun fact – Infected Mushroom is the only show I’ve ever been ejected from)

Chase After Myself – You Love Her Coz She’s Dead (I couldn’t find this one on youtube)

The Child in Me – Clan of Xymox

The Butcher – Radiohead

Call the Ships to Port – Covenant


What have you been listening to? I’m always keen to discover new music.


Back from the dark side?

Well, from the UK actually. That vacation bliss enveloped me for about 12 hours, then I had to go back to work and it all disappeared. I find myself back exactly where I was before. Not that I was expecting a week of vacation to change my life, but at the same time I was surprised not to have more energy or enthusiasm, at least temporarily.

Today is a day for a sad song, and I can’t think of one better than this.



Editing poetry: Despair Prevails

I am trying to place my song references here… the first two lines of the second section come from Rufus Wainwright’s ‘Go or Go Ahead’. For me at least, the third section is the most meaningful. I remember reading somewhere that you could take apart every muscle and bone in the body and grind them down to a powder and sieve the powder through the finest mesh and never find one particle of life. Actually I think in the book it was justice, but the same applies. And I remember watching people dance, and it seemed to me that was what they were doing too. And the way that they were so unselfconsciously able to do this and touch each other seemed so utterly outside my comprehension. The line ‘turn aside for envy’ is based on Milton’s ‘Aside the devil turned for envy’ on seeing Adam and Eve.
Strike the day
From the list by the bed
Despair prevails
Solid as a switchblade
Writing thin red scrawl
Musings, simply musings
Nothing so coherent
As a stream of consciousness
The pages all torn out
Wrapped in wire and ribbons, dark under my skin

It seems you have opted
For vanity fairgrounds
And golden cups
I am behind the blackout curtain
I think it may be daylight outside
All that grows on this side
Are the uncurling tealeaves
And discarded films
Spiraling mazes left unsolved

There is little time left now
We pull apart the muscles
Try to find that divine spark
Like making fire
By rubbing skin on skin
Turn aside for envy
Press out the light against the wall
Every just-glimpsed tress
The only desire left
For a rhyming couplet
Despair prevails

via Editing poetry: Despair Prevails.

Editing poetry: Pictures on the Wall

This is a piece that is I am quite pleased with, possibly because it addresses some emotional times in my life without being completely awful. It also contains references to a lot of things that I love or have loved. The last line is inspired by a line in Rufus Wainwright’s ‘Dinner at Eight’: ‘Actually in the drifting white snow / You left me’.

I find it strange
To hear your name waver on the lips of others,
The tightly wrapped French consonants
Like these soft cakes in cherry blossom leaves.

I find it strange
When the blind girl talks about the handsome baseball players
In the same breath
And in the same way as Schubert
She talks about watching television as if it really happens
And I think the way her hands move over each other like waves is the same way she hears things.

I find it strange
That at the crest of my guilt
Your picture fell from the wall
And lay gazing up at its twin with hydrochloric eyes
Etching the silence with purpose.

I find it strange
And beautifully tragic
That this café in a foreign place plays Rufus Wainwright
Those lyrics large as breakers
But nobody hears the words,
They only sit and eat small French pastries,
The flakes fall like drifting white snow.

Editing poetry: Pictures on the Wall.

Editing poetry: Pretty things

The jukebox effortlessly stretches for a disc
Each one easy to find
Everything in its right place
All chrome and pinstriped
Pretty things, held apart like base pairs splitting
A helix always moving away
If I could touch them, they would melt like flakes
Those six-sided memories of childhood
But they would be mine to dissolve explode
Crush like fragrant incense
Those multi-sided memories of travel
For just one day
I’ll wait for the night to fall
The fear to fade
A night,
A simple request
Dark hair, skin, a hand on my heart.
So what if I like pretty things?

via Editing poetry: Pretty things.