Tuesday, May 22, 2007

I am DESPERATELY in need of a chaise longue. Reading Proust (have the day off today), in funny brain foggy state, drinking lapsang souchong... come on, the thing that can make this perfect is a chaise longue. And someone to reassure me that Marcel is only upper middle class, and I should feel less excluded by this book because I'm not French.

Also a recipe for keeping one in touch with sanity: repeat quietly to yourself "I am not Blanche Glover and it is extremely unlikely I shall become her". I am at the point of wanting to stick this on post its around my room for use in times of panic.

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Thursday, May 10, 2007

Why Leonard Cohen should be immortal, or at least have his life extended a fair bit.

Well, my mind is a trifle addled from the amount of Dan Simmons I've just read and various other things (if you know me, you can probably guess this) and my choice of music probably isn't helping my addled brain, but making it feel a tad better, so I'm going to leave it on regardless.

Anyway, Leonard Cohen should be made immortal/have his life extended unnaturally. Preferably we can avoid him meeting the same fate as Tithonus, but ageing a bit should happen. This is for the following reasons:
1) if you keep any idea on current affairs, we are in danger of all sorts of catastrophes happening. We need someone to chronicle this doom. Who better than Leonard Cohen, he'd probably just sit there finding it interesting material for a song. which means that despite the increasing doom, there would also be increasing good music in the world, which would comfort the survivors of the apocalypse. It's all good.

2) if you listen to the changes in Cohen's voice between say "So Long, Marianne" (in what was known as his "still trying to sing" phase), "Bird on a Wire", "I'm your man" and "Because of" it gets steadily deeper. And it was pretty deep at the beginning. Therefore it should continue to get deeper until it is able to bore holes in rocks and is a useful construction tool

3) since so many other singers acheive figurative immortality through his songs, its only fair that he should achieve literal immortality

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Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Last week's Friday play (Porshia, by Ed Harris) is a work of genius. Possibly destined for icon status, although since it features one of Mitchell and Webb it's quite likely to get a ride in on their semi-iconic status.