Dave McKean's Amazing Clockwork Courtiers; and one in which i hint at things you already know are coming

i'd meant to say reasonably nice things about Mishka Adams' Space, Johnny Alegre Affinity's Eastern Skies and Parokya ni Edgar's Solid, but while i was home i also dug John Mayer's Continuum, David Sylvian's Secrets of the Beehive and Camphor and a couple other CDs out of The Boxes in which my collections of books and CDs and things are currently stored from when i moved out of my Manila apt (which, by the by, is sorely missed) and brought them back with me here to Spore City. (erm. i'm sure you can figure that sentence out for yourself.)

among those 'couple other CDs' is Iain Ballamy's soundtrack from Mirrormask, which prompted me, for no better reason than because i haven't done so in a while, to put music up on me multiply. here:

http://skinnyblackcladdink.multiply.com/music/item/195/Dave_McKeans_Amazing_Clockwork_Courtiers...

here's hoping the robots don't come after me again.

the old CDs i brought with me which i'd missed almost as much as the old Manila Apt with its fashionably minimalist men's room sign on the door have effectively taken me out of the headspace for saying anything reasonably nice about Mishka Adams' Space, Johnny Alegre Affinity's Eastern Skies and Parokya ni Edgar's Solid, though I assure you I would still say reasonably nice things about them if only i were in the proper headspace. maybe even nicer than reasonable, only it doesn't quite sound appropriate to be saying unreasonably nice things about them.

you should probably get copies of those CDs yourself if you in any way like laid-back beach-y breezy non-bossa jazz, relatively hardcore instrumental old Miles Davis-y movie soundtrackish orchestral jazz and/or kooky gag rock of the unabashedly pop variety. are they better than their previous albums? i can't seem to decide right now.

i'm also currently finding it impossible to explain why it is i've fallen for CocoRosie. a few years ago, i would probably have said they sound horrible, but now it may just be that fragile grasp of 'musical sensibility' that's making them so irresistible. that and plain being utterly strange in a Little Nicky I-will-eat-your-heart sort of way.

i'd also meant to say something about ironing my own shirts, which i think i must have mentioned before, but really i just dropped by to put up that multiply link and because i felt like i hadn't had a good ramblerantrave on this blog in a while. or have i?

the spinner's currently spinning the abovementioned music and then some; i'm not sure what i'm reading, as i've just emerged from the tail end of another burst of writing, and you know how i am when i'm actually getting things written.

have i forgotten anything? oh yes. remind me to tell you about the significance of David Sylvian one of these days. in particular, Mark Isham's lovely little flugelhorn solo in 'Orpheus' from Secrets of the Beehive.