My inner jukebox
Mar. 29th, 2009 12:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tilly_stratfordA suitor, lowly born, with hopeless passion torn
And poor beyond denying, has dared for her to pine
Huh. After having been subjected to everything from nineties' trance to Deep Purple for hours at the party yesterday (I had a good time, though I stuck perhaps a bit too much to my own clique), what song has been stuck in my brain since I woke up this morning?
'A maiden fair to see'. Odd, but at least it's my favourite song from HMS Pinafore.
So yes, party was good, I only had to be defensive about not drinking alcohol once (which I believe is a new party record), and I don't think the party had anything to do with my waking up with a surprising amount of dried blood on my forehead. All my own, appearantly. I suppose I must have scratched myself while sleeping, because I'm fairly certain it wasn't there when I got home last night.
In other news, I'm getting fairly sick of Last.fm continuing to recommend me obscure French artists every time I play my Recommendation radio channel (except Thomas Fersen, he's awesome), so just for diversity's sake I've been playing a lot of late fifties/early sixties heartthrobs with inoffensive names like Billy and Bobby and Ricky.
I might have acquired some sort of idee fixe for men with impressive quiffs and the ability to sing falsetto. Oh Bobby Vinton, why is it impossible to get hold of any of your albums?
I'm also religiously convinced that Del Shannon's 'Little town flirt' has actually got the lyrics 'Little town twerp'.
And poor beyond denying, has dared for her to pine
Huh. After having been subjected to everything from nineties' trance to Deep Purple for hours at the party yesterday (I had a good time, though I stuck perhaps a bit too much to my own clique), what song has been stuck in my brain since I woke up this morning?
'A maiden fair to see'. Odd, but at least it's my favourite song from HMS Pinafore.
So yes, party was good, I only had to be defensive about not drinking alcohol once (which I believe is a new party record), and I don't think the party had anything to do with my waking up with a surprising amount of dried blood on my forehead. All my own, appearantly. I suppose I must have scratched myself while sleeping, because I'm fairly certain it wasn't there when I got home last night.
In other news, I'm getting fairly sick of Last.fm continuing to recommend me obscure French artists every time I play my Recommendation radio channel (except Thomas Fersen, he's awesome), so just for diversity's sake I've been playing a lot of late fifties/early sixties heartthrobs with inoffensive names like Billy and Bobby and Ricky.
I might have acquired some sort of idee fixe for men with impressive quiffs and the ability to sing falsetto. Oh Bobby Vinton, why is it impossible to get hold of any of your albums?
I'm also religiously convinced that Del Shannon's 'Little town flirt' has actually got the lyrics 'Little town twerp'.
