Friday, July 17, 2015

Time out

Just wanted to let you know I am not dead, merely away vacationing at a godforsaken place out of reach from any halfway decent internet connection. Therefore, there will be no blogging before the end of August, when I will be back in tiptop shape.

Have a nice summer, folks!

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Kiddo - Tove Styrke

Though this may, admittedly, not qualify as exceedingly innovative pop music, nor does it classify as particularly dreary or commonplace.

Some peachy indiepop, quite simply!


Friday, July 10, 2015

The Way - Macy Gray

Her voice is as Joplinesque as ever, and the music is smooth and r&b:y enough.

A couple of catchy tunes would, however, raise this OK album to the heights where her voice belongs.


Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Mind Over Matter - Young The Giant

Straightforward, plain-dealing, all-American rock music and all that, but still : This was just plain boring, wasn't it?!


Tuesday, July 7, 2015

The Seven-Year Itch - B. Wilder 1957

Without in any way attempting to deny Wilder's talents as a filmmaker, I cannot pretend that this was anything but exceedingly boring. There is that famous scene, but apart from that, it's more of a situation than a plot. Not enough to make a comedy.

Saturday, July 4, 2015

A Temporary Layoff

Why is she not reading, do you wonder. Where are the books?

I wonder, too. Nothing seems to want to be read at the moment.
Might be the heat.

I have tried : 

I have read this one before, though, so I know how charming it is. Didn't get past the first chapters, this time, however.
 Violence as entertainment is just not my thing, not even in book form. For the life of me, I cannot understand how my husband of, like, 25 years could ever have thought I would enjoy this...

It took me almost 100 excruciating pages to realize I had already read this, too. 
As I finished it last time, I had no qualms putting it down now.

Conclusion : I desperately need a good book! Where are all the good books??


Wednesday, July 1, 2015

My Krazy Life - YG

Altough I mainly enjoy hiphop for its countercultural aspect - and do not, in point of fact, actually listen much to it - I will reluctantly own up to my uncanny soft spot for gangsta rap.

Whereas I cannot bear the mainstream rappers (Kanye, Chris Brown and their likes) and have always admired the intellectuals (Eminem, Macklemore) for obvious reasons, I am at a total loss to account for the kick I get out of the music of the YGs of this world, while most of the lyrics are overtly offensive.

An immaterial observation : Whenever I manage to include a song in one of my lesson plans (tougher than it seems, as it requires lyrics with historical, social or geographical content; "I love you, I need you" will not do) it's almost always a rap song. 
That quite took me aback at first, until I stopped to consider : The archetypical rapper is urban working class. It makes sense, therefore, that his/her considerations should include reflexions on society, as well as love, sex, crime and money. QED.