My slide into total domestic oblivion is complete. The other day was sitting flipping through a copy of Prima (a particularly vacuous 'Women's' magazine with no article longer than 150 words of less than three sylables) when I saw a recipe for a sticky apple cake thing.
'Mmmmm, I thought, 'That looks yummy.' So I made it for tea.
And it was yummy.
I'm such a girl.
I spend far too much of my time poking about the web finding, listening too, and watching long-forgotten crud that would have (should have) happily slid into oblivion if it hadn't been for the dedicated enthusiasts that litter this planet.
This is one of the reasons I love the web so much. The world is full of nutters and the web gives them their space to say, "Look at all this amazing crap I find so fascinating. Isn't it great?"
A lot of the time it isn't that amazing or great, but for every spotty nerk who is building a working model of The Starship enterprise (Third Series) out of matchsticks, or frame-capturing every time Milla Jovovich blinks in every one of her movies, there is another dedicated weirdo slogging away posting obsure Canadian disco tracks, complete spoken word records* or peppy little bits of Yé-yé music like this: Ann Christine - Odota en.
I love this bit of music. It is the most perfect bit of 1960s Finnish pop music - and I just can't stop playing it.
* Spoken word records are particularly weird 'must buy on sight' compulsion of mine. I have loads, not that I see than many in the charity shops of Fort William, but over the last couple of years I have added the speeches of Winston Churchill and Basil Rathbone reading Edgar Allen Poe to the albums I never listen too. I bought an LP of TS Elliot reading The Wasteland the other week for no other reason than it was a spoken word record and Merriol wasn't looking. I'll never listen to it either. But I had to buy it.
'Mmmmm, I thought, 'That looks yummy.' So I made it for tea.
And it was yummy.
I'm such a girl.
I spend far too much of my time poking about the web finding, listening too, and watching long-forgotten crud that would have (should have) happily slid into oblivion if it hadn't been for the dedicated enthusiasts that litter this planet.
This is one of the reasons I love the web so much. The world is full of nutters and the web gives them their space to say, "Look at all this amazing crap I find so fascinating. Isn't it great?"
A lot of the time it isn't that amazing or great, but for every spotty nerk who is building a working model of The Starship enterprise (Third Series) out of matchsticks, or frame-capturing every time Milla Jovovich blinks in every one of her movies, there is another dedicated weirdo slogging away posting obsure Canadian disco tracks, complete spoken word records* or peppy little bits of Yé-yé music like this: Ann Christine - Odota en.
I love this bit of music. It is the most perfect bit of 1960s Finnish pop music - and I just can't stop playing it.
* Spoken word records are particularly weird 'must buy on sight' compulsion of mine. I have loads, not that I see than many in the charity shops of Fort William, but over the last couple of years I have added the speeches of Winston Churchill and Basil Rathbone reading Edgar Allen Poe to the albums I never listen too. I bought an LP of TS Elliot reading The Wasteland the other week for no other reason than it was a spoken word record and Merriol wasn't looking. I'll never listen to it either. But I had to buy it.
2 comments:
I want some of your Prima sticky apple cake! Come over! Let's have a slumber party! I'll make sticky toffee pudding and Tyler can roll his eyes a lot!
I think that Finnish song ends a half step higher than the original tonic.
How do I know this?
It looped over and over while I was reading blogs.
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