
I think I'm perilously close to reprising the recent 'sexy songs' theme, but promise to keep the double entendres to a minimum.


Opening with the achingly gorgeous nostalgia of "The King of Carrot Flowers Pt. 1",Aeroplane immediately plays upon a potent conflation of cultural and personal past. The world of Aeroplane is haunted by Anne Frank-- the specter of childhood's unimpeachable innocence amidst the unfathomable horror of the holocaust. In the feverish "Oh Comely", Mangum longs to save her in "some sort of time machine." By "Two-Headed Boy Pt. 2", the album's indelible and heartbreaking closing track, he seems to have resigned himself to loving a ghost, singing with a thoroughly unnerving blend of heartbreak and exhaustion: "In my dreams you're alive, and you're crying/ As your mouth moves in mine, soft and sweet." The way people have been affected byAeroplane is ample proof of its power and uniqueness. Like all classic art, it is widely misunderstood; yet to some, In the Aeroplane Over the Sea has become a riddle the likes of The Wasteland-- an impossibly rich text that begs to be deciphered, yet continually evades any singular interpretation."
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It took me years to click with Neutral Milk Hotel, as Jeff Mangum's voice can sound awful in passing, but when it did click - my god! It was like like the clouds parted and angels in party hats slid down a huge slide from the heavens, made out of rainbows and joy.
I'm also finding it hard to choose a song to post, as there's no official youtubes for any of them - so I've gone for the simple option:








It was TracyK's comment on 'swanning about in Baden Baden' that set me thinking. It's a lovely place to spend a week end - on the edge of the Black Forest and the site of two brilliant Roman bath complexes where you could actually spend the whole day just taking the waters. Everyone's travelling on a budget, myself included, and it strikes me that, if you were clever, you could do this for not too much dosh. Here's the plan:
And don't forget to take the waters. They're supposed to cure everything from gout to rickets... And if you do make it to Baden Baden for your Madam Butterfly week end, be sure and let myself and Nilpferd know. We're not too far away after all...


Now going up the red carpet is not all it's cracked up to be. You actually feel a bit of a dork. You are very aware of how you walk and hold yourself, how well you can walk in those heels...not! And you know that if you trip up, given that the world's cameras are trained on you, you will end up on every joke show from here to Vladivostok. Gulp! it just makes you realise that being an actress in the public eye is a job - it's hard work. They have to learn how to hold themselves, pose on the red carpet, give dazzling smiles to the camera and generally look faaaabulous even when they're feeling like five kinds of sh_te. I do not envy them. Film composers are less in the public eye, though. I wouldn't recognise Danny Elfman if he head-butted me. However, this week's blog has just underlined what a vital contribution they make to the final result and how, indeed, some film soundtracks have outgrown the film and taken on a life of their own. Aaaaaand the FP nominations for the best soundtrack are...