The "we're probably not going to turn into Swine flu zombies" playlist- or Songs of the Week.

 In attempt to apologise for my lacklustre approach to blogging here this week to my 6 readers- I felt a Songs of the Week  extravaganza was in order. I've also taken a more current affairs-y, less collages of my dog approach to blogging by putting in buzz word Swine Flu. These are mostly songs and albums I've been listening to at/ on my way to my lovely new  job  at Amelia's Magazine aka. Oestrogen Towers. 

All very lovely and as catchy as a pandemic-

- Au Revoir Simone- Still Night Still Light- "I like their pins"

- TELEPATHE- Dance Mother

- Fever Ray- s/t

- Yeah Yeah Yeahs- It's Blitz- developing my girl crush on Karen O

-Passion Pit- CD I found at work. 

Finally an homage to a great Wavves song  and vintage railway safety. I love this...Dad, if you're reading this I realise that railway safety is to be taken very seriously and not as a stylistic flourish added to rad lo-fi noise...

No Hope Kids vs. The British Railway Council

 

  

song of the week

...is Stereo by Pavement on the awesome and recently re-released Brighten the Corners. The link is a video so you can see Stephen "dreampiece" Malkmus sticking gum to a rock.

 Technically this is my song of every week, it's basically got everything a favourite song should have, plus dancing to Stereo is scientifically proven to make you as happy as pictured. (My bud  Karl and I did an experiment.)

belmondo, mon amour

dog

"she's dead, wrapped in plastic"

colour palette

song of the week

Without talking on and on/ wanking off for too long about Deerhunter like the Pitchfork-reading indie schmoozer I am at heart, just thought I'd give a quick mention to  this track  from the upcoming Rainwater Cassette Exchange Ep, I have been listening to it non-stop whilst working this week and I think it's rather lovely. 

The End

R

who let the blogs out?

the delinquent goes to the pub

Dear fellow Londoners...

Issue 8 of The Delinquent (featuring two poems of mine published for the first time) is available on Tuesday 21st and 28th at the Cross Keys pub near Tottenham Court Road tube from 5.30-7pm. For 3 squids.

-map-

So put your best foot forward and come along, be literary and get pissed.

It will also be available online at some point...

R

the waiting-for-the-postman blues

all the usuals...the insides of envelopes, triangles, broken camera...

eno as a medium

to

sa

y

ou

had 

forgo

t

ten:

you

at

e

you

r

me

at

raw

i

was

there

so 

we

re

u

an

d

u

and

m

e

an

d

we

for-

ne

ver

a

go

forest

the emperor

the fall

the sun snuck up

 

 

on the last

                                                                    morning

 

 

      and burnt us

                                                                             inside out

 

 

                                                         old songs

4 year 

 

 

                                                                as leaves filled the room-

 

 

              and we hid

 

                                                       ourselves

                    from

                                                       each other

 

 

 

                              - beneath them

it was dark when we met...

his jaw
was made of
lanterns
 
and i presumed
he was born
like that
 
so i said;
nothing