I’ve had a few intense days in front of the computer, designing stuff and correcting student homework assignments, during which I have listened to this song at least eighty gazillion times! It started when Julia sent me a mix to keep me dancing while i work on the house… how sweet! Anyway, this song got stuck in my head the first time I heard it. This version is better for listening, but the YouTube version is better for marveling at the trumpeter’s wacky t-shirt. wtf?
i also love that Italian sounds kind of like Spanish so I can imagine that I understand at least 4% of the words.
She is a singer from Ireland. She used to be in a group called Moloko (I remember some friends recommending them to me in the nineties but I never fell in love with them until now). Then the past few months I would always hear her music coming from Julia’s studio while I was working and then I started humming these songs all the time and had then I had to get the album (Overpowered) on my ipod and I’m listening to it all the time and I like it.
And THEN i went and looked on youtube at her videos and she has these amazing videos, i like her dancing and prancing and these RIDICULOUS outfits. I love them. I just want to watch Roisin Murphy videos all day. Now I am trying to listen to all the old Moloko albums because now that I know her I think I am going to love all of those too.
what is up with this jumpsuit and head-dress. it is awesome.
went to see bill callahan (a/k/a smog) last night at niceto. it was real good. he started out playing a whole string of favorite songs: river guard, our anniversary, blood red bird, i can’t remember what else. i feel like the mother of the world. rock bottom riser.
in truth it was my third or fourth? time seeing him. a few years ago i was in the height of my smog obsession and he came to play a few nights in new york and friend of a friend was working for the tour and he put me on the list to get in free, so i went to the show three nights in a row, without getting tired of it at all, only an increasing illusion that bill callahan was really my imaginary boyfriend because we were hanging out together every night. by “hanging out” i mean he was playing beautiful sad songs for me and 200 other people. i think at the bowery ballroom show i saw nick nolte descending from the balcony. he looked like the walking dead. at the hoboken show, bill callahan asked “what do you want me to play for the encore?” and i shouted “held!” and he made a face and said “okay, really I don’t want to hear what you want me to play. i am just going to play what I want” and he did not play held. maybe he hates that song. maybe everyone always asks for that one. it’s my favorite. he didn’t play it last night either. the weird thing at the show last night was that at various points during the show, three people fainted near me. they weren’t hanging out together or anything. they happened like twenty minutes apart. creepy. each time everyone was very polite about making way while they were carried outside. drugs? bad ventilation? the shittiest thing about Niceto Club is that there is really no ventilation and everyone smokes like crazy. The best thing about Niceto Club is it’s like four blocks from home. anyway, i haven’t listened to smog so much in the past year or two, though i still love him. so it made me think of moments from the past. sitting alone in the moldy basement at 206 skillman all day, making things out of paper and glue, and listening to the “supper” disc which Ben B had burned for me. Or drawing in my room at night when I lived upstate in Rosendale, hearing the sound of crickets and coyotes outside and listening to “knock knock.” it’s music for quiet times.
