Why must you be mean to me?

In a mood as bristly, unreasonable and unforgiving as my mother. Not for any good reason, just my body declaring that it's Hammer/Hormone time. What do I like to do instead of biting people's heads off and sucking out the delicious juices inside? Listen to music from the late 1920s, apparently. Like many a lemming arcing elegantly off the cliff, I only know who Annette Hanshaw is because of the heavy use made of her work in Sita Sings the Blues. But if you've not seen it, or if you have and dug her funky musical stylings enough to wish to repeat the aural experience, below are some of my favorite songs from the film.

As I was telling Katy earlier (whose eyes glaze over like frosted glass windows when I natter incessantly on about music, which she, despite her incredible proficiency as a singer and pianist, and in the face of her deep knowledge of musicals, appreciates in a more general sense about as much as lumberjacks do ikebana, to the point of being able to listen to entire Avril Lavigne albums in succession without pain), though I find it embarrassing, I typically have a hard time listening to older pop music. I get annoyed by the pacing not being quite fast enough, or a base line that is, by modern standards, flaccid. But I /really/ like Annette Hanshaw. The beat is thoroughly pleasant and engaging without being at all modern. And the cute little sing-songy 'that's all!' she ends every song with? Adorable.

What Wouldn't I Do For That Man?

Mean to Me

Who's That Knocking At My Door?

Daddy Won't You Please Come Home

Why must you be mean to me?

In a mood as bristly, unreasonable and unforgiving as my mother. Not for any good reason, just my body declaring that it's Hammer/Hormone time. What do I like to do instead of biting people's heads off and sucking out the delicious juices inside? Listen to music from the late 1920s, apparently. Like many a lemming arcing elegantly off the cliff, I only know who Annette Hanshaw is because of the heavy use made of her work in Sita Sings the Blues. But if you've not seen it, or if you have and dug her funky musical stylings enough to wish to repeat the aural experience, below are some of my favorite songs from the film.

As I was telling Katy earlier (whose eyes glaze over like frosted glass windows when I natter incessantly on about music, which she, despite her incredible proficiency as a singer and pianist, and in the face of her deep knowledge of musicals, appreciates in a more general sense about as much as lumberjacks do ikebana, to the point of being able to listen to entire Avril Lavigne albums in succession without pain), though I find it embarrassing, I typically have a hard time listening to older pop music. I get annoyed by the pacing not being quite fast enough, or a base line that is, by modern standards, flaccid. But I /really/ like Annette Hanshaw. The beat is thoroughly pleasant and engaging without being at all modern. And the cute little sing-songy 'that's all!' she ends every song with? Adorable.

What Wouldn't I Do For That Man?

Mean to Me

Who's That Knocking At My Door?

Daddy Won't You Please Come Home

Bwuh

Today I:

* moved
* unpacked entirely in new room
* got out money/paid the month's rent
* half-cleared my inbox and deleted 150 messages
* finally got my estate agent to speak to me/agree to send me this year's contract, and my roommates to tell me what stuff I must being to the lease-signing party, tax-wise
* bought most of my basic necessities, food-and-body wise
* nagged people into giving me my edited CV draft back
* edited /that/
* sent thank you notes to everyone who helped with the process
* edited it again with Danny
* sent Danny and Katy a final proof-read version
* asked for contact into for people to send it to (should be getting that back/sending it out tomorrow)
* spoke to my sick little sister
* helped my new landlady bake a birthday cake
* met/had wine and cake with this month's flatmates
* read half a Hornblower novel
* responded to most of my outstanding reviews and uploaded more fic to Teaspoon


I love my room. I'm up late on a wave of angst and frustration. More later.

Bwuh

Today I:

* moved
* unpacked entirely in new room
* got out money/paid the month's rent
* half-cleared my inbox and deleted 150 messages
* finally got my estate agent to speak to me/agree to send me this year's contract, and my roommates to tell me what stuff I must being to the lease-signing party, tax-wise
* bought most of my basic necessities, food-and-body wise
* nagged people into giving me my edited CV draft back
* edited /that/
* sent thank you notes to everyone who helped with the process
* edited it again with Danny
* sent Danny and Katy a final proof-read version
* asked for contact into for people to send it to (should be getting that back/sending it out tomorrow)
* spoke to my sick little sister
* helped my new landlady bake a birthday cake
* met/had wine and cake with this month's flatmates
* read half a Hornblower novel
* responded to most of my outstanding reviews and uploaded more fic to Teaspoon


I love my room. I'm up late on a wave of angst and frustration. More later.