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Something for everyone

Britcom lovers, how many familiar faces do you see in this video? I recognized 4 so far:


(Thanks to summer_smile for this link!)

Surfing around lj I found a link to Tetris, a game I'd heard a lot about but never played before:


And a quote:

The husband to a friend: "She says it's platonic. I had to look that up, it means they haven't done it yet."

(From The Rotters' Club, which started tonight on the BBC.)

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Music question (and some other stuff)

Before I turn to a specialized community, I thought I'd ask my music-loving friends:

I heard an old soul song on the radio, and I couldn't think of the band or the title (it was a non-stop music programme). I fed bits of the lyrics into Google, but nothing turned up, which surprised me, because it's not an obscure track or anything. Nice bass line, not a ballad; early '70s, I would say, sung by a man, girls' vocal backing. This is the chorus:

talkin' 'bout the ghetto,
ghetto, that's my home
(it's where we live, where we live)"

I am almost sure the song title is "... it up", only the first word is unclear. "Bring", perhaps?

Help, anyone?

EDIT: All of a sudden my brain started working again and I thought "Clean it up"! Googled it, and hey presto: "Let's clean up the ghetto" by The Philadelphia International All-Stars, either from 1973 or 1977 (conflicting info). Yes, now I remember! And the lyrics are not on the Net, more people seem to be looking for them.

This morning I was having a nightmare about a scary museum when I was rudely awakened by the doorbell. It turned out to be the postman with a package for my neighbour, who was out. By the time I could write down my dream, much of it had become vague. Which was a shame, because the clearer, the easier it is to recognize where it comes from and to rationalize it. It was even more of a shame that when I set the alarm on my clock radio last night I had apparently forgotten to check the volume: it was off and therefore failed to wake me up 45 minutes earlier, which would have prevented me from having the nightmare in the first place.

(And I had forgotten to turn off my mouse and modem last night! It was only 2:40 or so, I wasn't that sleepy! Hrmm...)

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I lost my contact lens in your Mercedes Benz, so you'll have to make amends

Oh yes, I got this mousepad for Christmas:

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It features a print by Hiroshige and makes me smile every time I look at it. ^^

I have been going through my friends' journals in the past few days to catch up. I haven't read everybody's yet, but I'm getting there, s l o w l y but surely. I didn't go to bed until 5:30 on 1 January, which is a new lj record (well, I said I didn't do New Year's resolutions), and last night it was not much better, 5:15. That was not because of lj though. Just when I wanted to log off, the radio dj I was listening to finished his show at 2:00 by playing an old Caroline classic which I hadn't heard in ages, "Still you turn me on" by ELP. It really took me back, and so I spent the next few hours hunting through 21 pages of Googled results (with several Russian websites causing Safari to crash, which was bloody annoying), before I finally found a site where I could listen to the whole song.

I must say, for a song that intends to be taken seriously, it sure has atrocious lyrics: Collapse ) If it were a poem, it would be worthy of reallybadpoetry's scalpel. But I just love the music, and Greg Lake sings like a god here. Of course I had to play it at least 7 times, together with "From the beginning", before I finally logged off. *sigh*

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Clean-up time 2

Popular interests among _lethe_'s friends
1. the cure (7) 11. spinvis (5)
2. the smiths (7) 12. harry potter (5)
3. photography (7) 13. manic street preachers (5)
4. radiohead (6) 14. writing (5)
5. david bowie (6) 15. sigur rós (5)
6. books (6) 16. films (5)
7. movies (6) 17. duran duran (5)
8. johnny depp (6) 18. depeche mode (5)
9. oscar wilde (6) 19. tori amos (5)
10. poetry (5) 20. reading (4)
Interests gestalt
My most interesting friend is justpressplay who has 13 of these interests,
followed by serefemme (11), bookish_theoric (11) and ankhgrl49 (8).
Normality Index
My friends are 58.21% normal.
Analyze me !
Popular interests created by _imran_

I wonder why I have never added Radiohead to my interests, I like them a lot. And I really should check out Sigur Rós.

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If I could do it all over again, I'd do it all over you

After having been on good behaviour for several evenings I relapsed last night, going to bed only at 3:30. I was severely punished for it this morning, when I was woken up at 8:15 by my friends the "gardeners" (read: cretins) who had not brought their lawnmowers this time, but, much worse, their leaf blowers. (Or whatever the English name is for that piece of equipment that is about half as efficient as sweeping or raking, costs a lot of energy, and produces a hellish noise that drives everybody insane. In other words, the ultimate boys' toy.)

Last month the cretins managed to keep themselves busy for 3 consecutive days with blowing the leaves back and forth through our street. Once, when the racket became particularly loud, I looked out of my window, and right underneath, one of them was blowing the leaves from my garden path. Wtf??? Those leaves look a whole lot better lying on the garden path than hanging in the shrubs, you moron! The next day, again, a hellish racket: this time someone was busy blowing the leaves away from the garden next door. Where to? Yep, you guessed it: into my garden. So half an hour later, there they were again, repeating the whole process. When they finally left after those three days, my garden looked a disaster. The path was relatively leaf-free, but the lavender plants, the fuchsias and the shrubs that had looked green before, now all had a lot of dead leaves stuck between their branches.

And so this morning they were back again. I lay in bed, headache fast approaching, thinking up the most refined and some not so refined tortures for the "gardeners" and the inventor of this utterly useless piece of crap. A simple but effective one would be to submit them to this noise for 24 hours, all while they were trying to a) have a conversation, b) listen to music, c) watch TV, and d) sleep.

At one point I could tell from the racket that they were busy in my garden, but, surprisingly, after a little over an hour the noise stopped and didn't start up again. When I checked, I saw the leaves lying in great heaps along the street, but the cretins were nowhere to be seen. Unfortunately I couldn't sleep anymore, so I got up after trying for half an hour. The person doing my garden today was apparently a lot more thorough, there is hardly a dead leaf left. Two of the hydrangea's branches were snapped in the process, and some of the smaller plants have been blown down, but on the whole it does look better, I must say.

It is now evening and they have not come back to collect the leaves. Apparently they are hoping that the wind will disperse the leaves, so that they'll have an excuse to come and play with their toys all over again tomorrow. So it will have to be an early night for me, I'm afraid. All the more tragic since I learned that from 12 until 8 tomorrow morning there is a Nick Drake night on the radio (because of his death exactly 30 years ago). Boohoo!

This afternoon I went out to do some Sinterklaas shopping and to look for the Blackadder and Angels in America DVDs. V&D had the complete Blackadder set, but between Ally McBeal and Baantjer there was a large gap. Uh-oh. When I asked someone at the desk, it turned out that Angels in America was in the top-20 rack that I had completely overlooked. Hurrah! I couldn't believe my luck. I took them both, paid for them, and then it turned out that the disks of Angels were nowhere to be found. AAARGH! And the person who would no doubt know where they were, had just gone on a break. So after having done some more Sinterklaas shopping I returned 20 minutes later, but unfortunately the knowledgeable person had not been able to find them either, and in the end I had to get a refund. Ohhh. So near and yet so far! But I have held the box in my hand, it does exist, and it will be mine!

BTW, _m_h_n, you can tell Sinterklaas that it costs € 29. :)


Love found and lost, and not found at all: 2 favourites

This must be my favourite song by Edith Piaf: romantic lyrics and great music (later to be vulgarized by Paco in 'Amor de mis amores', but never mind). A snippet can be heard here.

La Foule

Je revois la ville en fête et en délire
Suffoquant sous le soleil et sous la joie
Et j'entends dans la musique les cris, les rires
Qui éclatent et rebondissent autour de moi
Et perdue parmi ces gens qui me bousculent
Étourdie, désemparée, je reste là
Quand soudain, je me retourne, il se recule,
Et la foule vient me jeter entre ses bras...

Emportés par la foule qui nous traîne
Nous entraîne
Écrasés l'un contre l'autre
Nous ne formons qu'un seul corps
Et le flot sans effort
Nous pousse, enchaînés l'un et l'autre
Et nous laisse tous deux
Épanouis, enivrés et heureux...

Entraînés par la foule qui s'élance
Et qui danse
Une folle farandole
Nos deux mains restent soudées
Et parfois soulevés
Nos deux corps enlacés s'envolent
Et retombent tous deux
Épanouis, enivrés et heureux...

Et la joie éclaboussée par son sourire
Me transperce et rejaillit au fond de moi
Mais soudain je pousse un cri parmi les rires
Quand la foule vient l'arracher d'entre mes bras...

Emportés par la foule qui nous traîne
Nous entraîne
Nous éloigne l'un de l'autre
Je lutte et je me débats
Mais le son de ma voix
S'étouffe dans les rires des autres
Et je crie de douleur, de fureur et de rage
Et je pleure...

Entraînée par la foule qui s'élance
Et qui danse
Une folle farandole
Je suis emportée au loin
Et je crispe mes poings, maudissant la foule qui me vole
L'homme qu'elle m'avait donné
Et que je n'ai jamais retrouvé...

And this is my favourite poem by Jacques Prévert:

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For everyone who has a Russian soul

This is what I have been listening to all day today.

Limonadeglazen wodka

o als je hier kon zijn vandaag mijn vreemde vriend
en dat je nuchter was en je geschoren had
wat zou je lachen om mijn shirt en mijn huis en mijn oude hoofd
ik zou je vragen hoe het is en ik had je niet geloofd

het was een mooie tijd als ik me niet vergis
we hadden zo'n gelijk altijd maar ja we zeiden niks
je had het eerder door dan ik er is zo weinig tijd
je zag er heel goed uit je deed als iemand van tv
zo kon ik toch nooit zijn niet ik niet met dat haar van mij
een cirkel op je arm ik niet want ik was veel te bang
ze had de juiste naam ze had de juiste huid
ze had iets prachtigs aan ook jij zag er fantastisch uit
ze woonde in madrid ze had een hele leuke baan

ik had een film gezien die nacht ik dacht op twee
er was iets met een oorlogsheld er werd niet veel gezegd
je zag hem eerst als kind maar het kon ook alweer de reclame zijn
toen ging de telefoon en dus ben ik toen maar gegaan
ik had zelfs een echte traan want de as kwam in mijn oog
ze had een poncho aan die dag als ik me niet vergis
wat zou je lachen om die vent met zijn cake en die foute tune
maar ik zweer je er komt een keer geheid een dag dat ie het nog een keer mag doen

ze had de juiste naam ze had de juiste huid
ze had iets prachtigs aan ook jij zag er fantastisch uit

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Last night I fell head over heels in love with a beautiful song I heard on the radio. I thought it sounded like a traditional Italian song, but when I fed the 2 words I had caught of the title and the performers into Google, I found the full reference in the first hit (o how we love thee, Google), and it turned out to be a classical piece by the early 17th-century composer Stefano Landi. On the BBC3 website I could hear 1 minute of it and read rave reviews, and a Polish site gave 30-second excerpts of all tracks on the CD.

I also loved the album, so when the rain stopped this afternoon I went out to buy it. (The first classical album in my collection, woohoo! I am not completely illiterate in the field, and some of it I like a lot, but somehow the classical music I grew up with never appealed to me as much as pop music did. I have decided this is because I never heard Ancient Music* at home - well, apart from Bach, that is. Everybody loves Bach.)

Unfortunately none of the record stores in my neighbourhood with a reasonably-sized classical department had this album in stock. Oops. Stupid me had not reckoned with that. It was too late to try shops farther away, but tomorrow I'll phone up Concerto and if they don't have it, I will have to order it and wait for another 2 weeks. Oh well.

So for now I have had to make do with the 1-minute excerpt on the BBC3 site, and the wonderful music I found on this website's pages. A whole new world is opening up for me in my old age, so please excuse my rambling on. You see, I find it pretty exciting, even if you don't. :D :D :P

* The correct term is Early Music (18/5/2008)

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from narvi:


You give your love and friendship unconditionally. You enjoy long, thoughtful conversations rich in philosophy and spirituality. You are very loyal and intuitive.

Find out your color at Quiz Me!

from heartofdavid:

What books, movies, and music would someone have to familiarize themselves with to "get" you? What combination of entertainment will give them insight into your head/heart?

(A lot of these are already in my interests list, but never mind.)

Books: by Virginia Woolf; Sylvia Townsend Warner; Donna Tartt; Fay Weldon (up to The heart of the country); Russell Hoban; Joke van Leeuwen; stories by Tatiana Tolstaya
the Hitchhiker trilogy (my survival guide to life); De donkere kamer van Damocles (The darkroom of Damocles); 1984; The unbearable lightness of being; The driver's seat; Housekeeping; Winter doves; Beautiful losers; Giovanni's room; Rachels rokje (Rachel's skirt - Charlotte Mutsaers); De tuinen van Dorr (The gardens of Dorr); Kleine Sofie en Lange Wapper (Little Sophie and Lanky Flop); Mieke Mom; Alice in Wonderland; Le petit prince; My friend Joe (Peter Pohl); Andersen's fairy tales; Bluebeard (Perrault)

Movies: by the Coen brothers; John Cassavetes; Claude Goretta
12 Monkeys; Amélie; American beauty; Dog day afternoon; Pulp fiction; The conversation; The unbearable lightness of being; Come back to the five and dime, Jimmy Dean, Jimmy Dean; Don't look now; Repulsion; Cría cuervos; Buffet froid; Préparez vos mouchoirs; Totó le héros; L'une chante, l'autre pas; Le bal; Divided we fall; Die bleierne Zeit; Ansichten eines Clowns; Manhattan; The graduate; Harold and Maude; Some like it hot; Arsenic and old lace; Young Frankenstein; What's up, Doc; Monty Python and the Holy Grail; La grande vadrouille; Chitty chitty bang bang; Mary Poppins

Music: Lewis Furey; The Cure; The Smiths; The Doors; Japan; David Sylvian; early Roxy Music; David Bowie; Velvet Underground; Jacques Brel; Nick Drake; Spinvis; Simon & Garfunkel; Leonard Cohen; Joni Mitchell; Sandy Denny; Nina Simone; Tori Amos; Caravan; Jethro Tull; early Genesis
Uncertain smile (The The); Anchorage (Michelle Shocked); I want you (Elvis Costello); Hello it's me (Todd Rundgren); In your room (Depeche Mode)

and I would like to add:
TV series (well, why not?): The singing detective (best thing ever to have been written for television IMO); The league of gentlemen; Blackadder; Ab fab (1st season); Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman; Twin Peaks (great at first, some tedious story lines later, but a good finale); Dead like me (still waiting for the 2nd season :( ); Angels in America (3rd episode tonight!; its brilliance reminds me of The singing detective)