Thu. May 23rd, 2024

Had another day, namely Tuesday, where work and life got in the way of the pop culturing. Though I did buy a cd, Pearl Jam‘s newie, Dark Matter, I didn’t have time to listen to it. Just like the last one, Gigaton, it was ridiculously expensive, but I didn’t care. I think this is the first rock album I’ve bought that came out this year. I’m sure it’ll be on my best ofs list at the end of the year. And somehow I found myself in the midst of a conversation about Taylor Swift that day at work. I’d mention to some colleagues I was seeing PJ and that the tickets were all the same price. That segued to scalpers and concerts and, before we knew it, we were in TayTay land, because she came out to much fanfare to Australia earlier this year. Have to admit, apart from a couple of songs, I’ve heard very little of Swift’s stuff and can pretty much take or leave her. One of my colleagues, Jake, recommended her Folklore album with such vehemence that I really must give that one a listen. Another, Chloe, remembered seeing virtually all of the library’s computers being used by patrons who were trying to get tickets to the concert. And that was the main takeaway from the convo.


I read an interesting article in Allkpop News about a new Kpop boy band that’s made up of members who are all hearing impaired. They’re a three piece called Big Ocean. They have hearing aids and cochlear implants to help them hear, and they have started incorporating sign language into their choreography. Sounds pretty inspiring, doesn’t it? How does that even work? They have a debut song out called Glow. I hope it all goes well for them.


Music for my van run today was a great little compilation album called C’est Chic! (French Girl Singers of the 1960s). It was truly sumptuous. Some wonderful singers and actresses featured, like Anna Karina, Brigitte Bardot, Francoise Hardy and France Gall (whose Laisser Tomber Les Filles was covered later by April March and appeared in Tarantino‘s Death Proof). There is truly something about that Ye-Ye sound that can’t be beat. I’m transported back to the Sixties in Paris, sipping coffee in a cafe, wearing shades and everything’s in black and white, like an early Jean Luc Godard film. And Anna Karina is by my side.


I finished the scifi book, All the Colours of Darkness, by Lloyd Biggle Jr. It was a strange but worthwhile read. The first half was about the struggles of scientists and businessmen to set up a matter transportation business. Then the second half became a rescue mission with a nice overlay of human/alien connection, going from fear to trust. Lloyd did a good job of making us see the strangeness of his aliens, not just the way they look but also the way they think. The book’s title came into play here as the aliens see us ‘primitive’ Earthlings as bound in darkness. By the end of the book a little lightness, and hope, is suggested for the future of us puny Earthlings. All due to the heroic and selfless actions of one man, one hu-man. But the really strange thing about this book was the cover of this edition, which has no relation whatsoever to the content. None. Nada. It is nice though (by the excellent Bruce Pennington, whose Dune covers were iconic).

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