We’ve been having fun with Googlism, a website that filters descriptions from Google to tell you what Google “thinks” of you. For example:
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It’s been exactly two years since I started this blog and the difference it has made to my life has been remarkable. Not the writing part; I’ve always done that. Even when I wasn’t writing for publication, I was wittering away on internet forums or clogging up Facebook with my rantings. No, it’s the inspiration. It’s like being in love. You know, the butterflies-in-the-tummy feeling you get that makes you feel like you’ll just burst if you don’t shout it from the rooftops – that’s how I feel when I hear a great song. It goes far beyond just transforming my mood or giving me an idea. The word “inspiration” is related to breathing, and that’s how essential and natural this process is. I might have a conscious discipline to blog every day, but that just facilitates my discovery of these wonderful tunes – the words that appear on the screen are just a manifestation, a by-product of the process. If I couldn’t write, I’d just have to speak about it, and if I couldn’t speak I’d grunt and gibber. I’d point. I’d take you by the hand and drag you over to the record player. This. Hear it. Now.
These are just a few of the songs that have inspired me in the past 12 months. You can hear them as a YoutubePlaylist (click to stream). Enjoy! Continue reading →
I don’t know why I should feel uncomfortable. I’m not talking about the part where, earlier today, I was walking through town and the underwear I bought a size too big started falling down (thank God I was wearing trousers!). I’m talking about the part where I was sitting in Costa Coffee and they started playing Anna Calvi. Continue reading →
I’d like to thank Everett True for being a bozo. He was looking for Anni Rossi, to blog about her, but typed in Anna Calvi instead. The latter is much more my style, falling somewhere between Siouxsie Sioux and Nina Hagen – and only just the right side of ridiculous.