Tuesday, 24 November 2015

On Her Majesty's Human Resources Service

Bloody brilliant.

And for those among us who are, like me, "public servants" - so true...


From Dazed magazine:
“Over the years I’ve been asked a lot of questions about what makes Icelandic people so special. I used to talk a lot about things like elves and isolation, but as I get older I think, especially with what’s going on in the world today, I think perhaps what really makes us stand out is the lack of religion. Give me a few bottles of red wine and I could probably go into that one all night. It’s just amazing talking to friends, especially from the States, who will tell you that half of their teachers at school were religious fanatics. I never had any religion imposed on me, I went to church maybe twice as a child.

“I find that when a lot of foreign people go through problems, like messy divorces, they suddenly start going to church more. In Iceland you wouldn’t do that, you’d start going in to nature more. The difference is as you grow up you don’t expect anyone else to sort out your problems – a priest or a president or a god or any kind of authority to surrender to or seek punishment or guilt from. If you are in trouble, you have to sort it out yourself. There are plenty of things we’re not good at, though. We’re hopeless at teamwork because everybody is so independent.”
Belated 50th birthday wishes to the eternally crazy Björk!

Here's my favourite of her choons - her inimitable cover of Betty Hutton's It's Oh So Quiet:

Björk Guðmundsdóttir (born 21st November 1965)

Monday, 23 November 2015

Every moment's a day; every day seems a lifetime

It was a really busy weekend (a verrrry late drunken Saturday following our friend Alex-the-Journo-slut's birthday bash, and a hungover visit yesterday to the V&A for an LGBT-themed examination of the museum's collections - more of that in due course, no doubt), so it feels especially stressful having to get up and out to the office (particularly in this freezing weather).

It's been ages since I have played this "house favourite" here at Dolores Delargo Towers, but, on this Tacky Music Monday only the Kessler Twins can possibly lift this miserable mood...

It's Quando, Quando, Quando time again!

I'd be doing the dance moves round the living room if I wasn't in danger of spilling my coffee or dropping my fag.

Sunday, 22 November 2015

I'm in heaven with the maven of funk mutation

Scarily, Miss Tina Weymouth of Talking Heads celebrates her 65th birthday today!

Any excuse, really, to play my all-time fave from her "side-project" the Tom-Tom Club.

It's the magnificent Genius of Love:

What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gonna have some fun
What do you consider fun?
Fun, natural fun

I'm in heaven
With my boyfriend, my laughing boyfriend
There's no beginning and there is no end
Time isn't present in that dimension

He'll take my arm
When we're walkin', rolling and rocking
It's one time, I'm glad I'm not a man
Feels like I'm dreaming but I'm not sleeping

I'm in heaven
With the maven of funk mutation
Clinton's musicians such as Bootsy Collins
Raise expectations to a new intention

No one can sing
Quite like Smokey, Smokey Robinson
Wailin' and skankin' to Bob Marley
Reggae's expanding with Sly and Robbie

Ipsimama, ipsimama
Ipsimama, ipsimama

All the weekend
Boyfriend was missing, I surely miss him
The way he'd hold me in his warm arms
We went insane when we took cocaine

Stepping in a rhythm to a Kurtis Blow
Who needs to think when your feet just go?
With a hiddity-hi and a hipitty-ho
Who needs to think when your feet just go

Bohannon bohannon bohannon bohannon
Who needs to think when your feet just go
Bohannon Bohannon Bohannon Bohannon

James Brown, James Brown
James Brown, James Brown

If you see him
Please remind him, unhappy boyfriend
Well, he's the genius of love
He's got a greater depth of feeling
Well, he's the genius of love, he's so deep

Im in heaven

Stepping in a rhythm to a Kurtis Blow
Who needs to think when your feet just go?

Well, he's the genius

Happy birthday, Martina Michèle "Tina" Weymouth (born 22nd November 1950)

Saturday, 21 November 2015

Hate Mail

The Daily Mail in an alternate universe where Hitler won the war is absolutely identical, it has been confirmed.

Scientists created a window into another dimension to view the newspaper, in the hope of gaining insight into how history had developed differently, but instead it was just the Daily Mail.

Professor Helen Archer said: “At first we were appalled by the nightmarish world of deep-seated paranoia, hatred of everyone and unwavering faith in war as the solution to everything, then we realised how familiar it seemed.

“Page for page, comma for comma, not a single difference. The British monarchy are likely a puppet regime installed as a smokescreen for Nazi despots, but you’d never know it from the Mail.

“One researcher believed he’d detected a sinister undercurrent of Aryan supremacy in the depiction of the Kardashians, but it turned out he’d been looking at the one from our universe by mistake.

“We’re working on a new theory which posits that the single constant in an infinity of parallel universes is that the Daily Mail is just as vile in all of them.”
Truth hurts.

The Daily Mash

Of course.

Friday, 20 November 2015

Not like the first time

Ahh... Another long, and increasingly, depressingly, dark week is staggering to its close.

To celebrate, we need a dose of the fancy footwork of Shalamar to help get us in the party spirit.

It's their Second Time Around, it seems. Lord knows what went wrong the first time.

Thank Disco It's Friday! Have a good one...

Thursday, 19 November 2015