Capital Cities: Tidal Wave! That’s right I actually have some relatively current pop music in my collection. This is an mp3 collection filed under C for Capital Cities – who are, I suspect, a one hit wonder like Metro Station. The sound is bouncy dance pop with a gay subtext. Infectious fun stuff.
The cd also includes: Haim: summery pop harmonies from California. Night Terrors of 1927: their name is the most interesting things about this band – the sound, to me, is that generic corporate pop that Maroon 5 sleepwalks through. Forgettable.
Jerk Off is fine fun sexy completion of dance music with a more than queer subtext. These New Puritans: austere chamber pop similar to Antony and the Johnsons – pretty and emotive. Something new by a familiar face Boy George: This Is What I Do: his voice is still strong, his lyrics are sharp & the music is solid, if unremarkable. Needless to say there is no queer subtext – the queer is in the actual text.
A-Minus: Almost & Maybe; Disclosure: Settle – a pair of fun propulsive bands with electronica spines and enjoyable songs – again with some gay sub-texting going on with a dash of ironic self-effacement. Both found via Tumblr video postings.
Finally to ground the cd with a sense of the past is The Animals Live – check for past posts about this band & Eric Burdon – bluesy rock & a reunion with Alan Price, as Lucky Man gets performed in this set. This is the closest we’ll get to that dream duet of Boy George and Eric Burdon.
more alternative endings for the Adora Balls (see pic above)lost cat story:
‘The poster says there’s a reward?’
‘That’s right. If is the right cat.’
‘That all?’ I hung up. The reward for doing the right thing just didn’t seem worth the effort.
‘That’s not Scratch.’ the girl said. She was pretty sure for a ten year old. ‘Scratch was fatter.’
‘Scratch has been missing two weeks. He could have lost weight in that time.’ The girl’s father turned the cat over. ‘See there’s the two white spots.’
‘It’s not Scratch. I know it.’
‘There can’t be that many orange tabbies wandering about lost.’ My dream of reuniting a lost cat with its distraught family was rapidly disappearing.
‘Listen. I know my cat, and this isn’t it.’
I wished I could rid myself of stray memories that easily.
I backed the car out of the garage. A harsh pained yowl was followed by a soft bump under the left tire. I stopped the car and got out.
The cat was dead. I looked up and down the alley to see if anyone had seen or heard. The alley was empty.
I grabbed a snow shovel from garage wall and gingerly put the cat into a garbage bag. Once again I found myself hiding my actions, found myself trying to cover up the grief I was inadvertently bringing into the lives of people I didn’t even know.
January 20, Wednesday: judging at Hot Damn! it’s a Queer Slam – featuring Dominic Berry Supermarket Restaurant and Bar 268 Augusta Ave., Toronto, Ontario M5T2L9
March 12, Saturday: attending:
June 3-5: attending: Capturing Fire 2016 – The DC Centre – 2000 14th St NW, Suite 105 – Washington, DC
November 1 – 30 Participating NaNoWriMo
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