Why so green and lonely, so green and lonely?

You know, I had to search my conversation history on MSN in order to find the link to my own blog today.

This feels like it should be humiliating, yet all it leaves me with is faint amusement.

Well! I do not know what kind of music my dear readers listen to (I am making the fairly grand assumption that I in fact have readers here, and also the slightly less grand assumption that my readers listen to music and the rather base assumption that they have ears) but I would like to heartily recommend The Indelicates.




They are truly fantastic. Along with Radiohead and The Shins, another two of my favorite bands this band have absolutely top notch lyrical skill. I delight in good lyrics, I find few things better than a carefully woven and spun piece of musical writing and perceive it as nothing less than an art in and of itself.

Radiohead lyrics are obscure and strange, yet still achingly beautiful and haunting...

There's always a siren,
Singing you to shipwreck,
Don't reach out, don't reach out,
Don't reach out, don't reach out,
Steer away from these rocks,
We'd be a walking disaster,
Don't reach out, don't reach out,
Don't reach out, don't reach out,
Just 'cause you feel it doesn't mean its there,
Theres someone on your shoulder,
Theres someone on your shoulder,
Just 'cause you feel it doesn't mean its there,
Theres someone on your shoulder,
Theres someone on your shoulder,
There there.

(There There/Boney King of Nowhere - Radiohead)


I don't know, I just find that absolutely compelling. Shins lyrics are a different matter, they're poetic. They flow like water or sand through your fingers and the metaphors come so thick and fast that you are actually in danger of losing some of their best lines if you don't keep your ears open. And as for the Indelicates, they have this charming, gritty and cynical approach that seems almost like a compromise between the two...

Anyway, this blog is rapidly becoming a comparison essay. That would not do.

I haven't had much spare time lately, on a lighter note, due to rehearsels. I've been cast for Orlick in a local Youth Theater production of Charles Dickens' "Great Expectations"and I needs must rehearse every day between ten and six, meaning I have to be awake at eight each day. This is difficult for someone to whom waking at all is still fairly shaky. Regardless, despite opening fears the play seems to be going well. All my fellow actors are immensely talented and great fun.

Here is a picture from the last production I did: a college production of Midsummer Night's Dream set in modern context but with the original language. It was far darker than usual; all fairies themselves being personifications of the medication administered to the lovers and accidentally imbibed by the rude mechanicals due to their incarceration in an insane asylum, and I managed to snare the rather prestigious role of Oberon, much to my delight.

I think I look rather snazzy, don't you?

Anywho, I must now be away to enjoy my wine, but afore I go I leave you with the entirity of the song earlier cited by myself:




Toodles meh darlings,
All my love.

Kisses,
The Kie.