'feels like i'm in love' is gonna be a pretty big part of my life for some time to come, it would seem..

well i talk about, talk about, talk about, moving

it's ok i know nothing's wrong

it'll be very worth your while to check out 'fallin' by jay-z which is on his myspace at the moment. weirdly i've only just gotten into this song despite owning american gangster for a over a year. the production is pretty timeless isn't it, could just listen to it forever. fallin'

oh no seems like i'm fallin' oh no fallin' oh no seems like i'm fallin' oh no fallin' oh no seems like i'm fallin' oh no

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new kanye stuff ISN'T that good so let's stop pretending it is for the sake of it. sounds like a bad chromeo record.

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got the benga album as a treat, only stand-out track on first listen is this, but more may become apparent on further listens. it's cool being back home where i have no music at all, you just get sucked into the same few pieces of music over and over again.

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keep drifting back to the first song of this collection here. that guitar sound is such a mystery to me, it's just everywhere, seems to comprise of no real chords or notes, it's just a fluid, gentle wind blowing through the whole record. the vocals are beautiful too, so wobbly, the lyrics stocky and singular with big pauses, the opposite of the guitar.

it was dinnertime and they wanted to roast my spine, amazin'

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i bet you've been wandering around for weeks now, wondering what i think of vampire weekend, haven't you? well, this blog is all about helping people, real people, people like you, so let my help put those thoughts to rest.

i like 'em, yessirido. when i first read about them i thought they'd be awful. i mean, they sound pathetic in print; ivy league rockers revive paul simon with afropop sounds. but they genuinely work the african pop sound in a way that isn't shameless copying and somehow also isn't the dreaded phrase in music, a 'modern interpretation'. vampire weekend's stuff lies somewhere in the wonderful middle, and everything-the muffled keyboard, the bitty awkward guitar, the yelping-sounds like a really good west african record, but it's not, it's better, or just as good.

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current mango snapple bottle has a picture on the label of a mango with legs and arms writing 'i will go mad' over and over again on a blackboard. don't know what this means, don't want to.

dougie blog

comment on a youtube music video:

"for some reason,this song should be in a iTunes commercial."


this says something about where we are right now

the galaxy

the star-dust, that is whirled aloft and flies,
from the invisible chariot-wheels of god

i've always loved you gotta give to get by el perro del mar, but everytime i hear it i think how perfect it would sound at the conservative party conference. it's so in touch with what tories are about right now; clean-cut and nice, but with a centre-right sentiment of earning your keep.

"are you a claimer or a contributor?"


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smartest kid on the block mike has got a blog now. i havent read it yet because i'm busy at the moment, but have no doubt it will be excellent so feel i can safely recommend without reading it.

i havent been sleeping, er, at all this past week, except in two hour shifts at 8 in the morning and 4 in the afternoon, so i have a quick rest before uni then a quick rest before going out/doing work in the evening. people say four hours is a fine amount of sleep, but i'm struggling with having it divided up and am probably going a bit mental. current reactions include my teeth feeling constantly wobbly and an incessant feeling of stuffy warmth. it'll be over soon.

i mention this because in a dream i just had the idea of writing a spoof version of wittgenstein's tractatus logico philosophicus called 'tractatus no philosophicus', which is a version of the tractatus containg no philosophy and just being page after page of blank paper. in the dream and shortly afterwards in a haze i thought it was the greatest idea ever conceived by a human being and wrote it down, before sleeping for a bit more. i've just found the note. it's scrawled on the side of the front page of the guardian and simply reads, 'tractatus no philosophicus-mitchell and webb'. i think i had the idea that for some reason mitchell and webb needed to be involved in order for it to become a success. i'm not sure what part they would play, though they seemed crucially important at the time in implementing my plan to release a book with no words.

what a fragile thing it is, sanity.

rip odetta, what a voice