I’m moving house on Thursday.
We exchanged last Friday and this morning I took delivery of my boxes and bubble wrap, although when I went to put the first one together just now, I realised I didn’t have any parcel tape. So now I have decided to write on my blog and then watch Series 4 of Game of Thrones instead.
Last night my village got together to wish me farewell. We had a gathering in the village shop, and then I went to friend’s house for one last evening of dinner eating-wine drinking-card playing-staggering home up the road in the pitch black. My friend has a thing called Grooveshark on her computer, where you can stream any song you want, and we all got a bit nostalgic, and I found out that I wasn’t the only person in the world who counted McAlmont and Butler as one of their favourite artists of 1995.
I wasn’t a huge fan of Britpop, but I liked some of the artists associated with it (Bernard Butler was the guitarist with Suede) very much. One precursor band to Britpop which I’m almost sure no-one else has ever heard of is Denim. I was a word nerd in the nineties and they had great lyrics. The Osmonds has to be the only song in history to cover a range of subjects as diverse as Camberwick Green, The Osmonds, the Black Panthers, flared trousers, Jeremy Thorpe, chopper bikes and death by terrorism. My favourite Denim song (in fact, my favourite song of my whole adolescence) however is the single Middle of the Road, which proudly asserts the right to eschew trendy music in favour of what you really like.
I’ve been writing a lot recently, and I’ve found lots of music to work to. Funnily enough, it isn’t necessarily music that is peaceful, but music that fits my mood. Talking of nostalgia, I recently wrote a whole section with Aimee Mann’s soundtrack from Magnolia stuck on repeat. Julianne Moore is one of my favourite actresses.
I’m also really into Massive Attack’s Blue Lines album. Mezzanine has been one of my favourite albums for ages, but it’s a bit harsh for everyday office listening. Blue Lines is much more mellow.
Other recent album purchases include Lost in the Dream by The War on Drugs, which is really not as dad rock as the often-made comparisons with Springsteen and Fleetwood Mac would suggest.
Some relaxing music for the office
and something to get me out of bed in the morning, when I am contemplating another day of negotiating all my household tasks around a huge fridge in the middle of my kitchen (don’t ask), Sleater Kinney, a female punk rock trio from Portland, Oregon.