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dotinthesky) wrote2009-07-13 10:59 am
dotinthesky) wrote2009-07-13 10:59 am
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This Boy Needs No Help
I have a group of people on my friends' list which I like to think of as my San Diego posse. Years ago I got friended by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jellyfish93 and through her I eventually met Californian people connected to her on LJ. A few have been through London over the years but we never got to meet in person for one reason or another. So it was a real pleasure to finally break this record on Friday, when I met aeonflux and her sister in Canary Wharf (near their hotel) for a quick dinner before they zoomed downtown for a spin on the London Eye. They were both lovely, filled with that excitement and energy that you only get from a two-week holiday that involves a thousand places to see and very little sleep. They are now in Paris, probably wandering through the Louvre or lining up to ascend the Eiffel Tower.
While I was waiting for them, I bought God Help The Girl's debut album. It's a side project by Belle & Sebastian, linked to a movie coming out sometime next year. It's lovely music - a mixture of Gainsbourg and Julie Andrews with the Smith's kitchen sink dramas, but with more humour and doses of 60s girl band pop. Some of the lyrics are as good as anything done by the Magnetic Fields: "And if the nighttime threatens me with pain / I will give in to lust / I will do what I must / I've got a number of a girl I know / Who gets hallucinogens from a pair of hooligans". I have a girl like that in my life! God Help The Girl is entirely nostalgic, but very soulful at times.
On Saturday, Kevin and I vegged around the house, watched Synecdoche, New York (I took a power nap through it which didn't affect my appreciation) then headed to Stoke Newington at night to see some indie bands at Ryan's Bar. I kept hoping to seemillionreasons walk in. I also kept remembering what it was like to live there when we first moved to London 8 years ago, with no friends or jobs, wandering the streets in the hope of finding some work and thinking that a brasilian soundtrack inside a bookshop was a divine sign that I'd get hired (how my spiritual beliefs were crushed back then...)
Yesterday we hung out in Dalston's Cafe Oto with Vicky and her boyfriend, drinking coffee until we were sick and being bookish for hours. Cafe Oto is nearly as cool as the Victoria. At night, we watched a strange Iranian film called Close-up. Today, I'm plyingsushidog and desayuno_ingles with drinks until they accidentally watch Brüno with me.
jellyfish93 and through her I eventually met Californian people connected to her on LJ. A few have been through London over the years but we never got to meet in person for one reason or another. So it was a real pleasure to finally break this record on Friday, when I met aeonflux and her sister in Canary Wharf (near their hotel) for a quick dinner before they zoomed downtown for a spin on the London Eye. They were both lovely, filled with that excitement and energy that you only get from a two-week holiday that involves a thousand places to see and very little sleep. They are now in Paris, probably wandering through the Louvre or lining up to ascend the Eiffel Tower.While I was waiting for them, I bought God Help The Girl's debut album. It's a side project by Belle & Sebastian, linked to a movie coming out sometime next year. It's lovely music - a mixture of Gainsbourg and Julie Andrews with the Smith's kitchen sink dramas, but with more humour and doses of 60s girl band pop. Some of the lyrics are as good as anything done by the Magnetic Fields: "And if the nighttime threatens me with pain / I will give in to lust / I will do what I must / I've got a number of a girl I know / Who gets hallucinogens from a pair of hooligans". I have a girl like that in my life! God Help The Girl is entirely nostalgic, but very soulful at times.
On Saturday, Kevin and I vegged around the house, watched Synecdoche, New York (I took a power nap through it which didn't affect my appreciation) then headed to Stoke Newington at night to see some indie bands at Ryan's Bar. I kept hoping to see
millionreasons walk in. I also kept remembering what it was like to live there when we first moved to London 8 years ago, with no friends or jobs, wandering the streets in the hope of finding some work and thinking that a brasilian soundtrack inside a bookshop was a divine sign that I'd get hired (how my spiritual beliefs were crushed back then...)Yesterday we hung out in Dalston's Cafe Oto with Vicky and her boyfriend, drinking coffee until we were sick and being bookish for hours. Cafe Oto is nearly as cool as the Victoria. At night, we watched a strange Iranian film called Close-up. Today, I'm plying
sushidog and desayuno_ingles with drinks until they accidentally watch Brüno with me.
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That approach fits the very idea of Brüno very well :-)
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love all around. xoxoxo
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