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Five songs starting with "E" that are alright:
Rites Of Spring – End On End
Rites of Spring are brilliant. In fact, I’d say more so than Fugazi. THAT’S RITE (:D). BETTER THAN FUGAZI. I SAID IT. CHECK THAT…err… SHIT OUT… FUCKERS… or something.
But really, this album is great. Buying it was pretty bad though; I went into Missing Link at like, 10 in the morning just after they’d opened, I must’ve seemed really eager. Plus I’d been in there a couple of days before because I was getting some other thing and was served by the same person. They were all “Hmm… twice in what? Two? Three days? WHY DON’T YOU JUST ADMIT YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH ME ALREADY?” (NB: Reliability of quote is not guaranteed. Especially that last part there).
Sinaloa – Expect Delays
Apparently this song was meant to be about America sending troops into Iraq. Umm… yep. Cori rules for playing me this band.
Mihai Edrisch – Et Pourtant
Une groupe Français. La voix est assez « grenelée », elle n’est pas trop âpre, mais elle est toujours assez chouette (MDR). C’est la vérité que tout est mieux en français, et la répétition du titre est trop bonne. Bien que la partie au milieu de la chanson me rappelle d’un pet. Je souhaite que je puisse comprendre toutes les paroles. Ils sont un des meilleurs groupes français de son genre général, par exemple, ils sont beaucoup plus forts que The Flying Worker !, qui sont un peu ...umm… « wanky ».
The Mars Volta – Eriatarka
This song is a bit sexy at the start. If I could relinquish my pathetically asexual status I would say that it was the kind of song you’d get a bit steamy to (or if I was my mum, SCREW to *does obscene hand gestures*).
Chopin – Etude Opus 10 No. 3 (Tristesse)
I don’t really listen to much classical, but Chopin is pretty awesome, even if my Doctor-guy thinks he’s for pussies. I think I read somewhere that this composition was about a girl too. Gosh, what a ROMANTIC. (Geddit? Romantic? :DDDD). The girl was at the conservatory, and I think she was something of a muse to him. Then she married some other d00d. The start is all delicate and pretty then in the middle it gets all passionate-like and has this crazy ferocity (assumingly when she chopin’d his balls off by marrying the other guy) until it returns to the original melody.
Today I went to the 103.5 Classic FM sale. I got a whole bunch of records, among them The Jam’s This is the Modern World LP (there was a little holy mackerel explosion inside of me when I found that) and a Charles Aznavour one. The others were pretty embarrassing so I won’t list them, but they all cost about 2 bucks each if that's any excuse. I was going to get a Village People one as well, but then Mum told me not to ‘cause they were gay, so I put it back and wiped my hands on my jeans. Scored a sweeeet maths poster from the RMIT open day which I went to with Steph and her boi, though I don’t think it will top the “Geology Rocks” frisbee from Melbourne last year. Then we lay around outside the state lib-erry for a couple of hours with Kaity, listening to this st00pid prick talk about “black fellas” in Melbourne and arguing that they were somehow linked to Israel. After watching him offend pretty much everyone there (including this woman who had a voice EXACTLY LIKE A MAN’S. EXACTLY.) we made a visit to Merry Christmas where we (or I?) ogled Beyoncé. What a woman.
Sorry if I have bored you.
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