Romain Gavras is a pretty awesome video director. Certainly a man who does not do anything by halves and I imagine is quite intense. Also responsible for the Justice - Stress video - which I found made me not want to go to London for a while - he is a man of great talents.
On a different note... YEY! M.I.A. is back! I properly think she is a role model.
"Hi, excuse me, hello, sorry to interrupt, but I just wanted to ask what CD the track that is playing now is from.." "Oh yes. That'll be The Brits 2009 compilation." "I don't mean to be rude, but its not. I'm not questioning you, but I'm just telling you, it isn't from that CD. This is why I was asking, as its not on any of your Now Playing displayed CD's." "Are you sure?" "Yes." "Oh," frantic looking around, "Errm." "Its just The Brits CD doesn't do remixes, and this is a remix of a track by M.I.A. called Paper Planes. I just wasn't sure what remix it was." "Are you sure it isn't on The Brits CD?" Looks at the tracklisting. "I'm certain." "Oh," picking up a Motown compilation, "It might be one of the others." "No, it isn't. Its definately not considered a Motown classic and is not from the latest Take That album... I know who it is by and what the track is --" Interrupting, "So what was it you wanted to know then?" "It is a remix and I just wanted to know who by and it isn't on any of the CD's that I can see." "Oh, well, errm... I'm not sure what to suggest." "Nevermind, it is okay, thanks for your help anyway, thanks, bye, thanks." Under breath, "I don't even care... Or have the will to live."
The general consensus is that I'm running myself into the ground. Very characteristic of myself, I feel. Catching this fucking awful cold is a sign of that. I don't get ill. Getting ill is for fannies.
So I thought I'd share (if it works) the song that makes me beam inside with a glorious stream of happiness.
This is dedicated first and foremost to my useless friend. May he find me a chair so I don't give quite as bad a dead arm as usual. Everything will work out. Or it better. Make it happen. I'm beginning to think I truly am cursed.
And secondly it is for my cold. Or is the soundtrack to my battle with my cold. Or something. I've lost it, haven't I? Did I ever have it?
It's probably well late to be commenting. You know months down the line. But I absolutely bloody adore the most recent M.I.A. album. Indulging in this has been something quite brilliant to be honest. Many tracks I had stumbled across before hearing the album. And due to those La Grève Générale boys that I am so affectionate of I was already singing Bird Flu rather frequently.
But turning my ears to Kala, M.I.A.'s 2007 musical gem, has been horizon expanding even for myself. Always partial to, well, a bit of everything, this album certainly satisfies a part of me that had been feeling decidedly underwhelmed of late. Pushing the boundries of everything that sits nicely within a genre, M.I.A. might as well be spitting in the face of musicians all over the world. Giving face and much deserved respect to the so many types of music that she journey's through it truly is something that needs to be.. experienced. Even the shy-retiring-folk-lovers need to sit and be open-minded and think about the comfort zones that M.I.A. is getting rid of from the mainstream with this.
