Of Birds and other such malarkey

Hey all, just dropping by for no good reason.

Had my hair done today. Looks much like it did before just with more brown than red. Blah. I think I'm bored of red anyway. Might go lighter for summer once I have some actual money in the bank. Start back at work on the 7th, something which fills me with great dread because I hate working at directory enquiries and yet some joy because I haven't actually made any money of my own since January and the old student loan is running dooooooown, especially when I pay seventy quid to have my hair cut and coloured. Least it's done for Grad Ball on Monday.

Gangs of New York is also out on DVD on Monday. In typical Clare manner, this has me far more excited than the Graduation Ball, a mere hootenanny in Blackpool.

Watched Ocean's Eleven DVD with the cast commentary (am still without TV, ergo still bored) and I've re-evaluated Brad Pitt. Always thought he was pretty but not my scene, then after a few pictures thought he was a real good actor (The Devil's Own notwithstanding) but after hearing that, he's a charming, funny guy in his own right. I hate Jennifer Aniston right now. Except that she's also charming and a great comedienne so I don't hate her at all.

John Lennon just made me cry. Listening to the 'Free As A Bird' Dakota demo, I was just overcome as I sometimes am (a reason I don't listen to him as much as I used to. Can't take the emotional battering). Not sobbing or anything, just a strange tear trickling down my cheek. Am in my odd introspective mood today, probably because I haven't seen my pals today. I can accept Morrison being dead, same with Flynn and everyone else you hear about on a bloody regular basis here. But John didn't want to die. He didn't do it himself nor did he destroy himself like my other boys did. Someone walked up to him in front of his own home and shot him. The five (I think it was five in the chest and arm) bullets did not kill him right off- he bled to death on his own doorstep. If Sean (five at the time btw) was at home, I hope he was asleep and didn't hear the shots. He was taken away from us at the time we needed him most (the dawn of the worst decade in cultural and social history- the Yuppie 80s) and against his own will. At least if he'd done it himself, I could understand it. But... where is the fucking justice in taking away someone who had just started to work again? Someone who wanted to give his second son the life with his father the first never got because of the juggernaut that was the Beatles. It is not fair!

"You say that so often. I wonder what your basis for comparison is."

That's a Jareth from Labyrinth line. My basis for comparison is that we got given John in the first place, why were we not allowed to keep him, at least for a little while longer.

Anyway, moving swiftly on. The song that follows John on this CD I burned is Whole Lotta Love by my band du jour, Led Zep. It is a really odd juxtaposition to go from Mr Lennon sitting at home with a guitar talking about freedom and love and blah blah blah, to big guitars, bigger drums and Robert Plant asking the girl to shake for him and talking about "squeeze my lemon till the juice runs down my leg." Whatever could he be talking about? Answers on a postcard. Funniest wins my comedic respect and goodwill. :D

Anyway, as for Led Zep, I've been listening to Four Symbols/Led Zep IV/Untitled/Whatever you want to call it, all day. You know, Stairway to Heaven isn't even my favourite Zep song. I mean, it's cool and epic and fab but not my favourite. Got a few good lines in it though. "And if you listen very hard, the tune will come to you at last." Regardless of the meaning of the whole song, that's to me like saying, I know you don't get rock and roll, but listen hard, give it a chance and you'll understand. Also, the famous 'to be a rock and not to roll'.

Right, it's half two, I'm meant to be up in the morning to go get Sunday Lunch or something with me pals, so I'm off. Come again for the next of Clare's Lessons in Rock!

Loff to you all!

Of Birds and other such malarkey

Hey all, just dropping by for no good reason.

Had my hair done today. Looks much like it did before just with more brown than red. Blah. I think I'm bored of red anyway. Might go lighter for summer once I have some actual money in the bank. Start back at work on the 7th, something which fills me with great dread because I hate working at directory enquiries and yet some joy because I haven't actually made any money of my own since January and the old student loan is running dooooooown, especially when I pay seventy quid to have my hair cut and coloured. Least it's done for Grad Ball on Monday.

Gangs of New York is also out on DVD on Monday. In typical Clare manner, this has me far more excited than the Graduation Ball, a mere hootenanny in Blackpool.

Watched Ocean's Eleven DVD with the cast commentary (am still without TV, ergo still bored) and I've re-evaluated Brad Pitt. Always thought he was pretty but not my scene, then after a few pictures thought he was a real good actor (The Devil's Own notwithstanding) but after hearing that, he's a charming, funny guy in his own right. I hate Jennifer Aniston right now. Except that she's also charming and a great comedienne so I don't hate her at all.

John Lennon just made me cry. Listening to the 'Free As A Bird' Dakota demo, I was just overcome as I sometimes am (a reason I don't listen to him as much as I used to. Can't take the emotional battering). Not sobbing or anything, just a strange tear trickling down my cheek. Am in my odd introspective mood today, probably because I haven't seen my pals today. I can accept Morrison being dead, same with Flynn and everyone else you hear about on a bloody regular basis here. But John didn't want to die. He didn't do it himself nor did he destroy himself like my other boys did. Someone walked up to him in front of his own home and shot him. The five (I think it was five in the chest and arm) bullets did not kill him right off- he bled to death on his own doorstep. If Sean (five at the time btw) was at home, I hope he was asleep and didn't hear the shots. He was taken away from us at the time we needed him most (the dawn of the worst decade in cultural and social history- the Yuppie 80s) and against his own will. At least if he'd done it himself, I could understand it. But... where is the fucking justice in taking away someone who had just started to work again? Someone who wanted to give his second son the life with his father the first never got because of the juggernaut that was the Beatles. It is not fair!

"You say that so often. I wonder what your basis for comparison is."

That's a Jareth from Labyrinth line. My basis for comparison is that we got given John in the first place, why were we not allowed to keep him, at least for a little while longer.

Anyway, moving swiftly on. The song that follows John on this CD I burned is Whole Lotta Love by my band du jour, Led Zep. It is a really odd juxtaposition to go from Mr Lennon sitting at home with a guitar talking about freedom and love and blah blah blah, to big guitars, bigger drums and Robert Plant asking the girl to shake for him and talking about "squeeze my lemon till the juice runs down my leg." Whatever could he be talking about? Answers on a postcard. Funniest wins my comedic respect and goodwill. :D

Anyway, as for Led Zep, I've been listening to Four Symbols/Led Zep IV/Untitled/Whatever you want to call it, all day. You know, Stairway to Heaven isn't even my favourite Zep song. I mean, it's cool and epic and fab but not my favourite. Got a few good lines in it though. "And if you listen very hard, the tune will come to you at last." Regardless of the meaning of the whole song, that's to me like saying, I know you don't get rock and roll, but listen hard, give it a chance and you'll understand. Also, the famous 'to be a rock and not to roll'.

Right, it's half two, I'm meant to be up in the morning to go get Sunday Lunch or something with me pals, so I'm off. Come again for the next of Clare's Lessons in Rock!

Loff to you all!