Freaky, and arguably now retro, vibes accompanying my commute the past week.
The delightfully lurid, sexual, and bizarre sounds of Beck's 1999 album Midnight Vultures is unadulterated joy. I find it almost impossible to listen to without breaking into smiles and song.
I remember my Dad loaning this album on CD from Bradford library and then getting it copied and burned at his work for me. I must have been about 15 years old.
It still sounds as crazy and boundary defying as it did then.
Let's have some Nicotine & Gravy!
Friday, 24 March 2017
Wednesday, 15 March 2017
Gesaffelstein and strength..
After being told I was "a bit combative" and knowing that if the work had come from a male, middle-class or more senior colleague that would have never been said by this particular person, I needed something that felt combative.
As if by magic Viol by Gesaffelstein appeared.
So feel empowered! And work to defy expectation and limitations placed on you. I won't feel ashamed of writing with integrity and rigour. If you want apologetic, hesitant and unquestioning deference to authority then you are working with the wrong person.
There's some midweek motivation for yer!
As if by magic Viol by Gesaffelstein appeared.
So feel empowered! And work to defy expectation and limitations placed on you. I won't feel ashamed of writing with integrity and rigour. If you want apologetic, hesitant and unquestioning deference to authority then you are working with the wrong person.
There's some midweek motivation for yer!
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