I gave a lot of CDs to charity last week, they were gathering dust, I never listen to them, but I got a pang, thinking of the different loves and friends that once had all this music in the background. Still can't listen to Portishead without feeling hollow (not that I feel hollow now, just the memory of hollow is in the very vinyl - or whatever CDs are made of - of Dummy). Of course, I've hung on to Leonard Cohen and Frank Zappa and Aztec Camera and Bjork and Pulp and Violent Femmes and Mazzy Star etc, etc, etc (REM was tricky, they're just so whiny, I think I donated a couple but kept one). I also had a vivid memory of one of my brothers' friends, in late 80s, demonstrating the indestructibility of a Morrissey CD by pouring beer on it. He was the first of any of us to own a CD. It was this song.
And discovered a gem I'd forgotten I had, Preisner: Requiem for my friend. This piece I particularly love.
And absolutely shocked (ashamed) to find I had Dido's Here with Me - dear Jesus, what was I thinking?
And discovered a gem I'd forgotten I had, Preisner: Requiem for my friend. This piece I particularly love.
And absolutely shocked (ashamed) to find I had Dido's Here with Me - dear Jesus, what was I thinking?
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Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear: it was all going so well until that confession at the end. DIDO !!!! Drippy, drippy, needs-a-kick-up-the-backside Dido.....and you say REM is whiney ! How very dare you :O)
Hey Cusp
I used to really like REM, but now they are just too much, though I did swither about donating them. I'd like to think that Dido the person is not Dido the music, as the music is rather drippy & awful, had no qualms about 'Here with Me' - went straight in the charity pile...
ditto to the REM comment! but brownie points for portishead and pulp and mazzy star, so maybe it all evens out in the end. and i have a did confession to make as well...
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