Saturday 28 September 2013

chasin' the fuzz





























My go to bud for winter warmth: the loveable, huggable, sheepalicious shearling.  I'd never skin and tell - but if others choose to?  Well/hell yes, hypothetical partaking is always on the table.  Too bad my sherpa of choice is Acne's fierce fleecy number (you may've spotted several incarnations above), only costing me a used car, international holiday and a firstborn or two.  Financially, I'll never have means to succumb, but we all can dream of our weaknesses, can't we?   Mmmmmm, warmer already.

[If you noted my dalliance into the eastern climes of sherpas, afghans and mongols, please forgive.  The heart knows what the heart wants, and in this case the beast of sacrifice is sheep.]

Thursday 19 September 2013

sweet duplicitousness

Three wisps of women, three giant voices.  Who knew such massive talent could come in such diminutive packages?

My day has been a whirlwind of musical discovery.  From one click to the next, audiotree kept serving up quality.  Further ramblin' ensued.  Composers.  Songwriters.  Storytellers.  Powerhouses.  Live from Daryl's House is also amongst the sweetest of wormholes.

Back to my fine finds.  

Indie, classic and a hint of soul, these three blew me away with their originality and skill.  Packages belying their contents has never been so welcome.  Thank you ladies, for keeping your sweet, sweet music such a sweet, sweet surprise.


Company of Thieves - Nothing's in the Flowers; Every Time you Go Away





Timbre - Chicago Pier; The Wind May be Beautiful





Diane Birch - Valentino; Ariel






Wednesday 18 September 2013

farewell, summer



































I'm never ready.  I can never be ready.  But jumping's never optional, is it?

Alright, autumn.  Bring it.