Entertainment For Lively Minds
Your Own Private Universe
Posted by Nick_Setchfield on 4 October 2009 - 8:33pm.
We all live inside songs, if only for three and a half minutes. But if you could permanently inhabit the universe of one particular artist, whose would it be?
I'd choose Saint Etienne - acres of psychogeography to explore, from metropolitan '60s glamour to that lovely sense of wilting English melancholy in out of season coastal towns. "Feeling flash in Leicester Square", I'd wander a London built from equal parts shimmering nostalgia and dance beats. I imagine it would be a beautifully designed universe, too, with a sublime record collection.
How about you?
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That's a weird one
but a good one.
I'll have to mull on it and get back to you tomorrow.
Steely Dan...
Mysterious oddball freaks living in a sleazy, surreal dreamworld.
and very, very , very
boring. They dream of estate agents,cocktail umbrellas, dentists, golf buggies, nasal reconstruction, sprinklers... mumble mumble drool...loud fart, potential duvet asphyxiation.
Sure
it can seem that way - but actually it's about a girl who smokes heroin and goes down on dark stranger while you watch.
He smiles at you and says "dude, don't worry - it's you she loves".
And later in the studio you hire the finest musicians in the free world to try and re-create the sound of how that felt.
They never get it quite right. No matter how perfect it is.
Welcome to Danworld.
I'll pass thanks
I'll stick to me druids, hedgehogs and talking clouds anyday, and I'm off to Kevin Ayers World !
In the Bush
The world of Kate Bush would be a pretty intriguing place to spend time, in particular I would trip laughing through the blissed-out second disc of Aerial. Kate and I, hand-in-hand...
Interesting piece of musing...
... and I will get back to you once I've done the same.
Right now I'll say that Morrissey's is my idea of hell though.
Perhaps Motley Crue's? Or Rammstein's if that video of their's is anything to go by...
There's a world going on underground
I've spent years wandering the dusty dirt tracks and rain-lashed streets of Nick Caveland and Tom Waitsworld. So far I've managed to survive both, but it's no place to grow old.
Just recently I've also spent time in the very different, Lewis Carroll/Midsummer Night's Dream inspired landscape of The Mummers. Seems like a nice place to shelter from the recession, at least.
http://open.spotify.com/album/35UhMrHnSZW3lsSoCMlNfk
What's wrong with Waitsworld?
Fancying a girl but being too shy to ask her out, so you try Dutch Courage...."I Hope That I Don't Fall In Love With You".
Then, trying to justify the late night single life with "Better Off Without A Wife".
So you meet someone and give up the single life...."Jersey Girl" leading on to "Picture In A Frame".
Because you've got kids and you wonder what the hell's happening in the world..."Sins Of My Father" and "Hoist That Rag".
I can't think of anyone I'd rather grow old with(musically speaking).
"You must be careful in the forest..."
BigStevie, I just reckon that the life expectancy in both Caveland and Waitsworld is frighteningly low.
So many dodgy sorts stalking around, and there's even a risk of getting rained on with your own .38.
One false move and you'll be taken in a Big Black Mariah (to the sound of a Cemetary Polka) and dropped in the cold, cold ground.
In Caveland it's all lynch mobs, death squads, babies being born without brains, the mad heat and the relentless rains.
Caveland
Bloody crows everywhere!
For me, the Kraftwerk of Trans-Europe Express / The Man Machine-
Europe Endless, in all her glory, the wonders of bright new technologies beckoning to you, the smartness and style of the suits, the aching romanticism of the neon lights and the passionate affair with that model you've managed to woo...a Europe that never was but one we'd all have rather had.
Dave Lee Roth
It has to be just like living in paradise.
I Agree
never mind St Etienne's universe. I'd like to be in the world of Kiss for a few hours. A hot tub, 4 blondes, a few bottles of wine, a four poster bed and a big smile on my face (as long as my back can stand it).
hug my soul
i'd quite happily live inside sarah cracknall's underwear draw
I'd live in Strawberry Fields...
- nothing is real, nothing to get hung about. I'd probably look dazed and sleepy most of the time.
I wouldn't care to inhabit the world of "One" by Metallica.
One World
I'll probably stick with what we have as per John Martyns One World.
If there's no room there then the Flaming Lips world could be a bit of fun!
Tom Waits' Singapore
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/t/tom+waits/singapore_20138927.html
A veritable cavalcade of experience. Where "we're all as mad as hatters here". Nice.
Failing that, The Tiger Lillies' Freakshow
http://www.leoslyrics.com/listlyrics.php;jsessionid=349B64B7309329AE79D3...
With Albindo dwarfs, a boy with the body of a snail, a girl with a donkey's thighs. Basically, all of the cool people.
Funnily enough
I've always thought this about Saint Etienne, it's like a sad little bubble in winter sunshine, where all that uplifting pop and soul always sounds a little melancholy, but in a good way.
Without a doubt
Incredible String Land.
Has to be Leonard Cohenland for me...
...wine, women and song. Plenty of cigarettes to accompany the heartache as I wander round the capitals of Europe in a certain blue raincoat.
Dean Martin
seemed to be able to amble through life with all the booze, broads, golf and gambling he could handle.
Nobody asked him for his views on anything or demanded he make a masterpiece - just show up, goof around, have a drink, sing a song.
I could do that. Well, I can't sing - but the other bits I'm sure I could cope with
Plus
Julian Cope.
I'd like to live 'somewhere down the crazy river'
Sittin' in the back seat listening to Little Willie John....
Roxy Music
strikes me as a hedonistic, romantic, wistful, exciting and generally wonderful place to live.
Felice Bros
Wandering around in an uninhibited world seemingly without need to make ends meet, a bygone age always sunny, huntin' and shootin' and falling for young women collecting eggs from the yard and driving pick-ups drunk with my friends.
i'd live in ...
the Murky World of Barry Adamson... lots of heavy basslines, film noir sleeze and late nights....
It wouldn't be The Decemberists
"But oh, did you see all the dead of Manassas,
All the bellies and the bones and the bile"
or
"They're picking at their fingers with their knives,
And wiping off their cleavers on their thighs"
Fantastic imagery, but not a universe I'd be keen to inhabit...
unfortunately
it is....