Just a few thoughts...
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apolla* Chat was v. cool last night, although I can't believe I left at six am. Very lightweight of me. I did, however, manage five and a half hours away from The Band Who Must Not Be Named. Listened to Bob Dylan instead. Desire is very cool. Of course, 'One More Cup of Coffee' got me back, in a roundabout way to Led Zep (Plant covered it rather fabulously on Dreamland) so I switched to Blood on the Tracks. And to think, I'll be seeing the Man Himself in November!! In the front block of Wembley Arena!!
* Saw the video for Dido's 'White Flag'. Don't like her much (though nor do I hate her) but it was notable for the actor in it. David Boreanaz. Hmm. A couple of things- what did I ever think was remotely outstanding about him, and: Dave, Dave, Dave, you need to stop eating so much of the wife's cooking. Hardly a great song either. Was altogether a weird experience.
* Saw Two Weeks Notice yesterday. Hugh Grant is actually bearable when being funny rather than trying to be charming. Was actually ok in a Popcorn Chick Flick movie kinda way, but like Eb I was poisoned against the redhead chick through Ginny issues!
* Revisited Chicago. Still not a big fan at all, but I will admit that at least CZJ can sing- a claim neither Renee or Gere can get away with. The dancing was OK but having seen Singin In The Rain and other Gene Kelly pictures, I'm harder to please that the typical 21st Century kids who don't know any better.
* Mama bought me a pair of indigo Ralph Lauren jeans the other day. Are very cool but so tight I've already dubbed them my 'Percy' jeans.
* Didn't get to see Pirates of the Caribbean today cos my dad is still coughing real bad and didn't want to end up disturbing the entire cinema. Instead we went to see my grandad and drove. We went through a lot of places my mum and dad grew up around in North London. Hoxton Sq. where my mum & dad got married is now uber-trendy with the Damian Hirst set. He's got a gallery there or something and to promote it there's a giant statue of a girl in the middle of the square- on the very spot my mum & dad had their wedding pics taken. The moment was slightly ruined by having to drive on on the pavement on the way out of the square because the cobbled road is alternately collapsing or coming up.
* Had a weird, weird moment in the car. Was listening to Led Zeppelin on my walkman (what else at the moment?). Was The BBC Sessions discs and there's a version of Whole Lotta Love that's 14 minutes long and encompasses the following old songs: Boogie Chillun, Fixin To Die, That's Alright Mama and A Mess of Blues. And I swear I just started laughing. Not because the music was bad or funny (although at another point i started snickering when the phrase 'West Bromwich Blues' came up.) but because it was so fantastic. I know I go on a lot about these sixties guys who made a specialty of ten minute long songs with sackbuts and theremins and sixteen bloody guitar tracks, but the thing that got me first, thanks to my dad, was straight up Rock and Roll. Eddie Cochran, Elvis, Gene Vincent, Chuck Berry, those guys. I still love Rock and Roll (as opposed to Rock Music) and I revisit it when I start feeling jaded with the world and with music. So to hear songs like those done by a band like Led Zeppelin, it was so fantastic that I just started to laugh. The same thing happened with 'Somethin' Else' which is an old Eddie Cochran song that the band sing on the other BBC Sessions disc. Basically it's my third favourite band in the entire world (second only to the Beatles and the Doors, both hard acts to follow, I think you'll agree) singing some of the most exhilarating rock and roll in the universe.
In a way, my musical development has been the same as the Rock Generation's. The first stuff I listened to was 50s rock and roll under my dad's guidance, then I moved onto the Beatles. Then onto late-60s psychedelic music. Then onto the Doors. Then onto Led Zeppelin. I'm doing it chronologically, it seems, and so it means in a way that I listen to the music in the same context it had when it was new. I listened to The Doors at first with the same wide-eyed awe that those weaned on simple rock n roll and 3 minute Beatles singles did in 1967. I don't listen to Zep doing Somethin' Else as a random oldie by an old band. I listen to it like the band did in 1969- going back to the stuff we once loved, still love and will always love and the music that inspired us in the first place.
And I suppose it doesn't hurt hearing some of the songs of my childhood sung by one of my favourite voices. Songs of my childhood... most kids listen to Nelly the Elephant, kids pop and stuff like that- Little Clare listened to Rock and Roll and cried when Elvis died in Love Me Tender.
*Am depressed about fic. I know everyone's gone through the 'nobody's reading my fic, why do I bother?' thing and it seems to be my turn this week. I don't even know why. I would like to say it's frustration over the Sequel That Wouldn't Just Fuck Off And Write Itself because I haven't really done any lately and it's going relatively OK anyway. I would like to wave a new and horrid review as excuse, but I don't have one.
I guess... I mean, I'm pretty proud of Harry Potter and the Daoimear de Dan. I'm entertained by it, I like it a lot. I think it works with what canon we had pre-ootp, I think the characters are canonically sound. I think it's pretty bloody good actually. I wouldn't say it's the best thing in the world, nor the best HP story, not by a long way, but... I'm just feeling stupidly underappreciated- we all know that I just can't stand not being noticed! Ignore me and pay me no heed. Just needed to get that out.
Lastly, a big hug to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eliasheldon.
* Saw the video for Dido's 'White Flag'. Don't like her much (though nor do I hate her) but it was notable for the actor in it. David Boreanaz. Hmm. A couple of things- what did I ever think was remotely outstanding about him, and: Dave, Dave, Dave, you need to stop eating so much of the wife's cooking. Hardly a great song either. Was altogether a weird experience.
* Saw Two Weeks Notice yesterday. Hugh Grant is actually bearable when being funny rather than trying to be charming. Was actually ok in a Popcorn Chick Flick movie kinda way, but like Eb I was poisoned against the redhead chick through Ginny issues!
* Revisited Chicago. Still not a big fan at all, but I will admit that at least CZJ can sing- a claim neither Renee or Gere can get away with. The dancing was OK but having seen Singin In The Rain and other Gene Kelly pictures, I'm harder to please that the typical 21st Century kids who don't know any better.
* Mama bought me a pair of indigo Ralph Lauren jeans the other day. Are very cool but so tight I've already dubbed them my 'Percy' jeans.
* Didn't get to see Pirates of the Caribbean today cos my dad is still coughing real bad and didn't want to end up disturbing the entire cinema. Instead we went to see my grandad and drove. We went through a lot of places my mum and dad grew up around in North London. Hoxton Sq. where my mum & dad got married is now uber-trendy with the Damian Hirst set. He's got a gallery there or something and to promote it there's a giant statue of a girl in the middle of the square- on the very spot my mum & dad had their wedding pics taken. The moment was slightly ruined by having to drive on on the pavement on the way out of the square because the cobbled road is alternately collapsing or coming up.
* Had a weird, weird moment in the car. Was listening to Led Zeppelin on my walkman (what else at the moment?). Was The BBC Sessions discs and there's a version of Whole Lotta Love that's 14 minutes long and encompasses the following old songs: Boogie Chillun, Fixin To Die, That's Alright Mama and A Mess of Blues. And I swear I just started laughing. Not because the music was bad or funny (although at another point i started snickering when the phrase 'West Bromwich Blues' came up.) but because it was so fantastic. I know I go on a lot about these sixties guys who made a specialty of ten minute long songs with sackbuts and theremins and sixteen bloody guitar tracks, but the thing that got me first, thanks to my dad, was straight up Rock and Roll. Eddie Cochran, Elvis, Gene Vincent, Chuck Berry, those guys. I still love Rock and Roll (as opposed to Rock Music) and I revisit it when I start feeling jaded with the world and with music. So to hear songs like those done by a band like Led Zeppelin, it was so fantastic that I just started to laugh. The same thing happened with 'Somethin' Else' which is an old Eddie Cochran song that the band sing on the other BBC Sessions disc. Basically it's my third favourite band in the entire world (second only to the Beatles and the Doors, both hard acts to follow, I think you'll agree) singing some of the most exhilarating rock and roll in the universe.
In a way, my musical development has been the same as the Rock Generation's. The first stuff I listened to was 50s rock and roll under my dad's guidance, then I moved onto the Beatles. Then onto late-60s psychedelic music. Then onto the Doors. Then onto Led Zeppelin. I'm doing it chronologically, it seems, and so it means in a way that I listen to the music in the same context it had when it was new. I listened to The Doors at first with the same wide-eyed awe that those weaned on simple rock n roll and 3 minute Beatles singles did in 1967. I don't listen to Zep doing Somethin' Else as a random oldie by an old band. I listen to it like the band did in 1969- going back to the stuff we once loved, still love and will always love and the music that inspired us in the first place.
And I suppose it doesn't hurt hearing some of the songs of my childhood sung by one of my favourite voices. Songs of my childhood... most kids listen to Nelly the Elephant, kids pop and stuff like that- Little Clare listened to Rock and Roll and cried when Elvis died in Love Me Tender.
*Am depressed about fic. I know everyone's gone through the 'nobody's reading my fic, why do I bother?' thing and it seems to be my turn this week. I don't even know why. I would like to say it's frustration over the Sequel That Wouldn't Just Fuck Off And Write Itself because I haven't really done any lately and it's going relatively OK anyway. I would like to wave a new and horrid review as excuse, but I don't have one.
I guess... I mean, I'm pretty proud of Harry Potter and the Daoimear de Dan. I'm entertained by it, I like it a lot. I think it works with what canon we had pre-ootp, I think the characters are canonically sound. I think it's pretty bloody good actually. I wouldn't say it's the best thing in the world, nor the best HP story, not by a long way, but... I'm just feeling stupidly underappreciated- we all know that I just can't stand not being noticed! Ignore me and pay me no heed. Just needed to get that out.
Lastly, a big hug to
eliasheldon.
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Date: 2003-09-21 20:10 (UTC)And because you asked: Draco has a son called Flynn... Ginny has a daughter called Lana who is also Draco's daughter. It will all end making sense, I hope. And yes, I am a meanie. *snickers*
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Date: 2003-09-22 12:30 (UTC)*gasp*
You wound me with your teasing! :P Just keep on teasing me with these little hints.
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Date: 2003-09-22 13:18 (UTC)