Um?

I thought that I should blog, since I haven't in a while. Obviously now it feels like I have nothing to say, which I don't. Hmm. What's been going on?

OH OH I KNOW I DISCOVERED A LOAD OF AMAZING MUSIC YOU GUYS. In order of revelation:

I Blame Coco featuring Robyn - Caesar

The hotness of a thousand burning loins.

Pet Shop Boys - Heart

The perfect mix of disco and gaymotion.

Robyn - Fembot

The what even so good I can't sorry?

That took far more effort than I thought it would so I'm going to stop now.

Cherry cherry boom boom

1. Lady Gaga says 'cherry cherry boom boom' in a lot of songs. I find this intriguing and kind of want to emulate it with a phrase I would find equally confusing if it weren't me singing it.
2. 'Starstruck' is one of my new favourite songs. I love the sprinkly synthy bits so much - they're so pretty <3
3. I have been fantasising a lot about getting a Gaga piano book and playing songs on my (suddenly working in my fantasies) keyboard at a Feline Groovy open mic sesh. So much?
4. I HAVE JUST FOUND OUT THAT ALISON GOLDFRAPP HAS A WOMAN PARTNER?!?! I mean, I just can't explain what that means to me. I love her. So. Much. And obviously this doesn't mean I'm "in with a chance" slash that's a really horrible way to think about people but I like to think it does. Guiltily.
5. It's been troubling me recently that I'm actually really sexist? Case in point: the other day Corin and I went to a computer cluster on campus and there was a fuck-off white van parked in the MIDDLE of the path outside the building we needed with its doors wide open so it was difficult to get through, and there were two men sat inside eating. After sidling past and getting to the cluster it became apparent that it was being refurbished and so totally wasn't open for Facebook-starved us, and as we left (and joined that day's graduation melee - GOD WHY DO THEY ALL DRESS THE SAME I NEVER WANT TO SEE A FLORAL DRESS AGAIN) I complained to Corin that a. the men had parked the car all up in our grill and b. they didn't bother telling us that the cluster was actually closed and were therefore rude, boorish and entitled scum. She asked me if I'd be saying that if they'd been women and I ashamedly looked at the floor. I mean, I relayed this to Dani just now (SHE CAME OVER IT WAS GREAT) and she was like, but, DIY women painters in vans = hawt, which I suppose is correct, but still, I am beginning to feel very guilty and heteromasculine. Which I do not want to be under any circumstances. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME slash how much of a problem is it? Am I exaggerating? I don't even know.

I know it's a lie; I want it to be true.

I'm listening to 'Fantasies' by Metric for the first time in at least a month - most of my recent attention has been on Amanda Palmer-related enterprises - and once again I'm struggling to pinpoint why exactly I find the line 'I'm not suicidal/I just can't get out of bed' in Satellite Mind so fucking liberating. I expect it has a lot to do with the trajectory of the notes but it's more than that. If a line can be described as an anthem it felt like an anthem for my house over the summer; depression effects many of our friends, including me, so this was a personal response to the lyrics as well as gelling with the tune. But there's more to it than that; there's a reason everyone yelled along to it from other rooms, and a reason it makes me shiver now. I feel like I'm not explaining this as eloquently as I'd like but, then, that's a constant concern, so it probably doesn't matter since it isn't going to change any time soon. Perhaps it can be reduced to something as simple as the lyrics themselves - the urge to stay in bed does not equate to a life that doesn't ever feel worth living and, after all, it is nice to be able to not only say but sing that you aren't suicidal. Perhaps it's as simple as that. Today was surprising in one of the best ways possible. We were meant to have an Amazon Molly band practice in preparation for a last-minute gig slot on Wednesday, but Sof was asleep and Tom was at a performance and Nat had realised she couldn't commit to playing with us, so I tromped down to Staffy's house to tell Mr. Danni the news, to find him and Staffy jamming in the basement. A beer and some previously very latent confidence later, we were Penis Colada and we were going to play our first gig on Wednesday. To be fair they do most of it - singing and guitaring while I fuck about on the keyboard, less badly than I thought I would but still hardly spectacularly - but it's still pretty exciting. I'm most proud of the fact that I took a risk and allowed myself to realise that I am actually better at Playing Instruments than I thought I was; obviously I want to be miles better than I am, but what means other than practice is going to get me there? Exactly. It's a bit cobbled together but I think it's going to be fun. Also, since Staffy vetoed Penis Colada we are for the time being Period Drama (she didn't really go for that, either, but Danni had to email the dude organising the gig to let him know who exactly was playing so said, unless she could think of a better name before he did it, that was what we were going to be, at least for the time being). I, obviously, intend to rhyme the two if we ever get 'round to writing our own songs. For now, we are covering songs by Staffy, Tiny Tin Lady, Dolly Parton, and others. I am pleased.

holler

I am migrating here from my livejournal just like everyone else, because I love starting things even more than I hate maintaining them and, to be honest, I felt chained to a style of expression that I didn't really want to keep up with. Essentially I want to take blogging (read: myself) more seriously, and I also want to meet the challenge of writing about my life without the safety net of making entries private; I'm not very good at being discreet or widely appealing, you see, and I want to improve, and I won't improve if I continue to hide in my friendslist. Also, coming back to my second year of university after a year out a couple of months ago brought the harsh reality of essays back into my life, and frankly the more practice I can get at extended prose the better (turns out after months of only writing a song's worth at a time it's challenging getting back on the wagon). That said, I handed in my second important essay of the term today and I think it was a lot better than my first; unfortunately it was also a lot later than my first and both were due in on the same day so the marks will likely be depressingly similar. But! It's progress, I hope. The other Most Important Thing In My Life Right Now is Sainthood, Tegan and Sara's new album, which I am entirely addicted to. It's been a long time since I've felt this way about a recent release; it's nice to have it back, because sometimes I worry that I don't put in the effort that being passionate about music requires and am in fact a fraud because I rarely discover new things and generally limit myself to exploring the back-catalogues of artists I should have gotten into years ago. Quite why I see music fanship as a competition and not a hobby is neither here nor there at the moment. I don't even know who I'm competing with; I don't really care about the extents to which other people integrate themselves with music unless they like something I like, or might like. Anyway, I meant for that last paragraph to end with the news that I started learning Hell on the guitar earlier (hence my username, for the 0% non-queer and/or -queersensitive members of my online audience) and playing it is simultaneously fun and calming, which is probably the best combination of effects possible. I'm so annoyed that I didn't obtain my loan in time to get a ticket to see them in Manchester. In fact, I haven't even received my basic loan now, and it's November. Now I will go and learn the rest of Hell to soothe myself. See you bassoon.