THESE ARE THE PICTURES FOR THE NIGHT I WAS THERE!
WEMBLEY SATURDAY 11TH SEPTEMBER 2010
As one comment-maker so rightly put it, I’m having a ‘musegasm’ right now.

I'm just busy clogging up the blogosphere with semi-meaningless words. Don't mind me ~
London student, aspiring author, attempting to speak Japanese, 20
and suddenly I own this month’s S Cawaii.
Because it’s good revision. Of course.
Not because Anna Tsuchiya is sitting there looking amazing on the front.
A friend of mine showed me this
So I clicked on this thinking ‘I can read hiragana now! I’ll understand it all!’
Forgetting that I still know no actual Japanese.
Hm.
Is it criminal that I only just now realised the extent of this song and video’s awesomeness?
Marina and the Diamonds - I am not a robot
some of the bands i listen to are really unattractive
I didn’t even know people listened to bands because of how they look…
Mostly I don’t even know what they look like, I just hear them on the radio :?
…I hate my generation.
It’s not a generational “gap” or “thing”, it’s what we tolerate and embrace within the framework of a generation … any generation has the ability to excel, but many within a generation settle for apathy and/or laziness. Back in ‘75 when Kashmir was released, the generations that preceded that one considered Zeppelin’s lyrics a low-brow form of expression. However, time has a way of weeding out the trash and allowing the “good stuff” to surface and survive. This is why Zeppelin is still as popular today as they were back then.
I do see the horror when you compare these lyrics, I do, but just like the thousands who have reblogged this before me, I have to say this isn’t the whole story. Of course lyrics from the seventies are going to look deeper and more meaningful than nowadays, because the ones that stick around are generally speaking more meaningful, better written, and all that jazz. I’m sure there was bad music back then, too, however much nostalgia tries to hide it from you. Moreover, music is also easier to get to these days, easier to make, ergo there is more of it, and arguably more ‘bad stuff’. That doesn’t mean there are less poetically-written wondering three-minute strings of melodies. They just might be harder to find. My point proven (the hard-to-find one, I mean), in fact, when I went to the top 40 to search for more meaningful songs. I discounted most of the ones about love, naturally. There was nothing in particular I feel like copying in as a shining example of modern day lyrical genius. But that doesn’t stop it being out there.
Anyway, give it a hundred years, maybe a GCSE English paper will include an hour’s essay on the deeper meaning of ‘sippin sizzurp’. Stranger things have happened.
WHY had no-one introduced me to Paloma Faith before?
She’s brilliant. Man, I love her music. And her style. As always, then.
When in doubt, post Janelle Monae *nods wisely*
THESE ARE THE PICTURES FOR THE NIGHT I WAS THERE!
WEMBLEY SATURDAY 11TH SEPTEMBER 2010
As one comment-maker so rightly put it, I’m having a ‘musegasm’ right now.

Ok, so maybe it doesn’t make me sad sad, but it makes me all pensive, if that counts. No, in fact, listening to it again, it does make me sad. That’s what blues are supposed to do, in one sense, anyway. Regina Spektor’s got such a wonderful voice. Ah, she’s just great.
As always, Click & Enjoy ;P