'There's a heat in the pavement... my mercury's raising...... don't know if it's love or if it's ovulation..the mist from the fountain is kissibg my neck. The liquid crystal is in my grip. Some days I'm a woman. some days I'm a man....' And on it rolls. I likes me a bit of intensity
It's Friday Morning and I'm listening to Lorde's new album Virgin. I don't feel myself a natural constituent perhaps. But hey I like pop music. I've got Martha & The Vandellas, Supremes and Shangri La and Nancy Sinatra records. Madonna.
I remember the first time I saw Britney Spears. On Winter Language Teaching Tour in Austria in 1998. Sitting on a hotel bed wih Beth Stavely. The Audrey Hepburn of EFL. She lent me her sunglasses when I had a dose of conjuinctivitis when we finally made it to Vienna a week or so later. In between cigarettes.We both smoked a lot of cigarettes. No romance. Just nicotine breaks.
Beth . Beth Stavely. I salute you. Wherever you are. Watching the Hit Me Baby video on MTV, I mean I like R.E.M. But I've got time in my life for that too. You have to. . Otherwise you've forgotten that you were ever young. That you're alive
Virgin is crammed choc a bloc wuth these Pop bursts.Tiny Explosions. That's what Pop Music'sfor after all. Literary and Filmic moments. Lorde does cerebral.You could write a thesis on this if you wanted to . But why bother when you can listen to it with your breakfast instead. Realisations that it's time to break free and hit the highway. Go with that girl. Go with that guy. Go out on your own. Break loose.
This reminded me of similar spirits. Ezra Furman, Sharon Van Etten. This will inspire teenagers. Sound great on radios in old age homes. Put a spring in steps as we go into our own new days. Great record !
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