Comfort shopping
Sep. 15th, 2004 02:38 pmMusic, first. I went to Fopp in search of Eliza Carthy's "Red", because I couldn't find my ripped copy this morning, I wanted to listen to it, and if I like something enough (and I do, I do!) I prefer to have the real thing.
Obviously, though, I can't go into Fopp and just buy one CD. Which invariably means that I come out with a bizarre collection of stuff. The chappy at the desk only looked slightly askance at me for this lot:
But I suspect there's enough there to draw disparaging comments from at least half of my readers; the jazz snobs probably despise Loussier, the indie kids will laugh at me for being completist enough to want to listen to Suede's death throes, the rockers and metal-heads will mock me for being soppy enough to want Beth Nielsen Chapman's "I find your love" (which is why I bought the Calendar Girls soundtrack), and everybody will quite justifiably laugh at me for Erasure.
Music may be the food of love, but I needed LUNCH. Sainsburys are back in my good books now as I managed to find a Thai Green Chicken Wrap; also bought raspberries, malt loaf, 85% Lindt (for medicinal purposes!), pasta for dinner, an Innocent smoothie (they're so expensive but dammit they're also so nice), two cans of coke, and two avocados. The avocados are medicinal as well, actually. And the coke, too. Honest.
To complete the comfort-shopping thing, I let myself be seduced by a gauzy red silk shirt with ruffles and a ribbon-lace-up front. God only knows when I'm going to wear it, because I don't go out any more, I don't need to look sexy, I don't feel sexy. But it is very pretty, and maybe one day I will wear it. And it was only cheap, unlike the shiny black Prada collarless jacket with the rubber pocket-trim and collar trim which is only 100 quid despite being brand new with labels still attached showing the RRP of £1330 ... eBay eBay eBay ... NO, NO, NO. Oh, and I didn't buy the very very short grey pleated skirt, even though it was cheap, because I actually took the time to try it on & it didn't quite sit right on the hips. So I can feel virtuous about not buying another stupid thing that doesn't fit me.
Sometimes all we can do is look after the little things.
Obviously, though, I can't go into Fopp and just buy one CD. Which invariably means that I come out with a bizarre collection of stuff. The chappy at the desk only looked slightly askance at me for this lot:
- Eliza Carthy, "Red"
- "Calendar Girls" OST
- Suede, "Head Music"
- Captain Beefheart, "Doc at the Radar Station"
- Erasure, "Hits!"
- Jacques Loussier, "Toccata/Play Bach" (2 CD set)
But I suspect there's enough there to draw disparaging comments from at least half of my readers; the jazz snobs probably despise Loussier, the indie kids will laugh at me for being completist enough to want to listen to Suede's death throes, the rockers and metal-heads will mock me for being soppy enough to want Beth Nielsen Chapman's "I find your love" (which is why I bought the Calendar Girls soundtrack), and everybody will quite justifiably laugh at me for Erasure.
Music may be the food of love, but I needed LUNCH. Sainsburys are back in my good books now as I managed to find a Thai Green Chicken Wrap; also bought raspberries, malt loaf, 85% Lindt (for medicinal purposes!), pasta for dinner, an Innocent smoothie (they're so expensive but dammit they're also so nice), two cans of coke, and two avocados. The avocados are medicinal as well, actually. And the coke, too. Honest.
To complete the comfort-shopping thing, I let myself be seduced by a gauzy red silk shirt with ruffles and a ribbon-lace-up front. God only knows when I'm going to wear it, because I don't go out any more, I don't need to look sexy, I don't feel sexy. But it is very pretty, and maybe one day I will wear it. And it was only cheap, unlike the shiny black Prada collarless jacket with the rubber pocket-trim and collar trim which is only 100 quid despite being brand new with labels still attached showing the RRP of £1330 ... eBay eBay eBay ... NO, NO, NO. Oh, and I didn't buy the very very short grey pleated skirt, even though it was cheap, because I actually took the time to try it on & it didn't quite sit right on the hips. So I can feel virtuous about not buying another stupid thing that doesn't fit me.
Sometimes all we can do is look after the little things.
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Date: 2004-09-15 07:19 am (UTC)But then, I listen to music with dustbins in, so who am I to talk? :)
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Date: 2004-09-15 12:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-15 01:09 pm (UTC)(I was speaking, of course, of the likes of Einstürzende Neubauten, who on at least one occasion really did use (plastic) dustbins as drums. :)
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Date: 2004-09-15 07:44 am (UTC)One of the cooler things about being married to someone of the order of ten years older than you is the number of things you half-remember that they taped off the radio and have on ancient uncatalogued mix tapes. [ which reminds me, I have been meaning to look up bands for the stuff on the tape I sent you; send me the tracklist and I'll fill in the artists ? ]
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Date: 2004-09-15 07:51 am (UTC)And I'm tempted by the Calendar Girls soundtrack for the exact same reason as you.
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Date: 2004-09-15 08:00 am (UTC)AFAIK it's not on any of BNC's own albums, so I wouldn't feel terribly guilty just mp3-ing that one track; it's not as if I'd be doing her out of album sales.
[goes and checks]
Oh, bugger. It is. Which means I could have just bought this (http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0001XQDQ6/qid=1095260350/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i1_xgl/026-8081069-4692447), which would have been Much Better.
I'll still rip that track for you if you want though.
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Date: 2004-09-15 08:16 am (UTC)Hmmmm.
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Date: 2004-09-15 09:52 am (UTC)My dad gave me his Steely Dan Greatest Hits tape last time I was visiting. It's only a pirate copy, but hell, the music's still great, and I listened to it in the car all the way home. And spent the whole tape going "Oh, yeah, I do know this one". I think he must have played it a lot when I was little & I just sort of subliminally absorbed it.
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Date: 2004-09-15 11:53 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-09-15 08:07 am (UTC)The only surprise is that you didn't own those CDs already.
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Date: 2004-09-15 09:54 am (UTC)Or wrap in newspaper and say "What the hell, you were only going to rip it off anyway".
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Date: 2004-09-15 11:24 am (UTC)Now why would anyone want to do a thing like that?
Er ... football.
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Date: 2004-09-15 02:43 pm (UTC)Ooo, you're so butch.
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Date: 2004-09-16 02:24 am (UTC)I love Loussier.
Date: 2004-09-15 09:41 am (UTC)Excellent; I'm not a jazz snob!
Re: I love Loussier.
Date: 2004-09-15 09:56 am (UTC)This is just brilliant, though. I just don't know why nobody played me his stuff when I was being forced to play Bach on the piano as a kid. My musical tastes might have turned out very different indeed. (Though actually I suspect they'd have just reached the same point by a different route.)
Re: I love Loussier.
Date: 2004-09-15 10:10 am (UTC)As for the "wrong" kind of Jazz, well everyone knows it's Kenny G and his ilk. The kind of music that is labelled as "smooth" jazz, "smooth" meaning "bland" as in "Tetley's Smooth".
Re: I love Loussier.
Date: 2004-09-15 02:52 pm (UTC)Watch me not care. :-)
Though it's funny, it really is only jazz that I have big musical insecurities about. Everything else, I can just like or not like, and even (in some cases) talk intelligently about; but apparently you can't "understand" jazz unless you play it, and I just ain't got that swing.
Kenny G and his ilk
Ah, yes, musak.