“She’s the colour of a magazine”

– something I wrote about Suede, and glam rock, to help aid and justify a delicate day after the night before. Also, I’ve been meaning to write something on here for the past few days as I realise some of my friends are now looking at this! Hey! How you doing!

I am so surprised I am even able to write this right now. It is half past 4 and all I’ve done since returning home this afternoon is sit very still, occasionally scribbling something down in my notebook, such as ‘I am going to have a cup of tea and then I will read Othello.’ Turns out Othello is pretty long and written in a form of jibberish. Writing down these little affirmations in the hope that I will be inspired to start getting on the productivity thing- whereas in fact I feel much better about myself today lying on my bed, half asleep, half-chewing my gum from last night, coming in and out of naps.

The other day at the gym I was absolutely sweating and beaming out all the endorphins imaginable, and I had a really clear thought where I went, ‘Suede!’ I’ve never written anything about Suede, (except tiny pleas/love letters and explicit drawings of Brett Anderson) so I thought it was good if I could explore them through my writing in order to discover the undiscoverable and unexplainable magic of the whole thing, man. (I am still feeling pretty baked.)

Aside: (I was listening to Suede earlier to rekindle the old obsession, but as I write this I am listening to none other than 3 Feet High and Rising, the best album ever recorded. This had to be mentioned.)

So, let’s begin with Exhibit A.

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Beautiful, androgynous Brett. I saw Suede last winter in Nottingham with my dad and he still has that compelling, captivating stage presence that just makes you hooked on his movements and the lyrics he’s singing, (Brett Anderson, not my dad.)

I searched his Wikipedia page in order to unravel the mystery a little for the sake of the blawg, and the anonymous and undderated writers of Wikipedia summed him up, perfectly: “[He] combines Morrissey’s homoerotic posturing with David Bowie’s glam theatrics”

I love the band because when listening to them, feeling a bit regretful and lousy, they manage to translate every bad decision I’ve made into something beautiful and otherwordly,  + *spoiler alert*AND THAT IS THE BEST THING WITH GLAM ROCK!!!*

Bowie, Bolan – it’s all about glitter, glitter in excess, excess, theatricality, making mistakes but turning those bad feelings into something else. It’s about saying, I’m gonna put on a show for you guys because life can be humdrum and monochrome at the best of times so we may as well make a big deal of it. Then, all of a sudden: pastel colours look simply washed out- what you thought were neutrals ‘beiges, creams, whites’ are replaced with the real essentials: ‘leopard print, sparkly silver, red, shiny black’ – and bam! You are in a good place, amongst friends.

Digressing (as per), but for me, the way DB wrote Starman ‘which had shaken everyone with its somewhere-over-the-rainbow chorus…’ – as Morrissey puts it in his Autobioraphy as well as ‘he is a Wildean visionary about to remould England’ – which always makes me smile as it’s lovely to see how musical influences all link together. (really digressing now)

I suppose Morrissey is not totally regarded as a glam-rock icon, but he was intrigued with the ambigious sexuality of the movement with Bowie, T.rex and particualrly the New York Dolls for instance. He also adored the gender-less nature of Patti Smith, and writes of her chef d’oeuvre, Horses, ‘[it] told me that, however heavy-hearted and impossible you might feel about yourself, you can still bestow love through recorded song.’…The fact that you don’t look like a pop star in waiting should not dishearten you because your oddness could be the deciding wind of change for others.’

The first Suede album I came across was ‘Coming Up- my dad handed me the CD and said, “listen to Track 9”, and I did- for a very long time over & over and it has actually inspired a lot of my little writing pieces over the last few years.

“Oh, we are young and not tired of it, we are young and easily led , oh – with all the kids getting out of their heads.”

I am growing sleepier (you don’t even know how long its taken me to write this post – today has been very delayed and mellow) – so I will leave you with a few more songs to hear, if you can handle the barrage on all of the senses.

“Shaved heads, raveheads, on the pill, got too much time to kill.”

“What does it take to turn you on now he has gone?”

“Sunshine will blow your mind, and the wind blow your brain.”

So good, so good.

Oh, so good.

“I want just to sit with him”

Cate le Bon’s Mug Museum is the first album I have ever downloaded. I know it’s odd because it’s 2014, but I just treated myself to a shiny new iPod touch with a lovely discount from work and wanted to ‘download’ something, in its entirety (rather than just a couple of songs of Pop Party 2, which is basically what iTunes is for.)

It sounds really ambitious, but I hope that with the addition of my new gadget, I will write more. I’ve got into the idea of writing again in quite a big way, since being chewed up and spat out by showbusiness 7 times over. It’s okay, I’m still going to work on that, but I don’t wanna lose this neither.

Firstly can we talk about the artwork?

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7109S59BLgL._SL1200_Oh no, on Googling it- I have seen the tracklisting and now I realise why I’ve refrained from downloading, cause you don’t get the whole package dude!

Anyway, I downloaded this album on my best friend’s bed, at about half past 3 on a Monday afternoon, totally wasted on rosé- and I really don’t regret it (perhaps the only recent drunken doing I feel OKish about.)

To be honest, I was not really at all familiar with le Bon’s work before this album, aside from hearing some of her work on 6Music – (and how the title came from her friend describing her room as a Mug Museum, as there were so many empty mugs lying around. Which I can relate to on the highest level possible.)

I don’t really want to write a detailed track-by-track listing, as I haven’t listened to it enough yet to do it justice. It’s just very good music to have on when your writing, or writing a blog post or texting a boy you’ve liked for ever. 

Track 5, is the standout, obviously- I mean have you HEARD THIS?!

So, so swoony.

In other news: Wolf Pupy wrote for Rookie, which is super cool teen girl representation if I ever did see it.

 

Christopher Kane threw the best outfit EVER WORN BY A BLONDE down the catwalk at LFW:

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I mean, everyone seriously step aside.

Hope you’re all doing good. I’m very write-y today, so maybe even pop back later.

Enjoy your days.

Tara X

 

~you cool my desire~

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(let’s take a deep breath and remember Bruce Springsteen is still alive with us, so things could be worse. I know I’m on Fire’s not on Darkness… but he looks HOT up there, and he looks HOT and be’s all hot in the video & it’s in Paris & he does some talk-y thing which I did not close my eyes and imagine he was saying to me.)

Anyway, hi to all the new followers. Hope you’ve had/are having a lovely time, wherever you are in the world.

Tara x

*stuck on my eyes* (a catch up & then Bowie ((inevitably)))

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The last few days have been impeccable and gorgeous; I’ve been so busy but that means I don’t just wallow about in my pyjamas thinking up subjects to write on. 

Everyone seems a little weary at the moment, not because of stress or whatever, but more like “we’ve sat exams and now you’re asking us to come back and start straight back again please leave us all alone” It’s mutual between us all. My best friend was such a little sleepy baby today, I pulled up a chair next to her and reading from Patti’s Just Kids. Mostly because my brain is halting to such a stop I couldn’t form sentences, so I left it to Pat- who is incidentally really great at forming sentences. I’m trying to read a lot more than I would usually (Princess Diaries, Twitter feed) and I’ve rediscovered a love of the book, but my brain feels like it might pop as I have about 5 different books on the go. It tends to happen like that.

BOWIE: My brain hurt like a warehouse
It had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things 
To store everything in there

There, that’s how it is. It’s not disconcerting though, I feel quite peaceful. This wasn’t supposed to be a post like this, but I was due to write something ago for you to ‘like’ and make my day. *hint*

I’ve never heard something that hurts my body as much as this, thank you Ziggy:

Love ya X

Tuesday listening- “What a difference a day makes”- (seeing as Tuesday’s are usually so dull)

I have to run off to rehearsal, but I thought I’d leave you all with this. Sarah Vaughan has the control of  a goddess and if I could even try to emulate her range I’d die happy and as if I’d tried my goddam hardest to achieve SOMETHING of value in my short little life.

*faints*

Enjoy X (and talk soon)