Musical Poseur

Statement mug from Typo

Now how cool is that! I'm loathed to rise up to such a tall claim, but I do occasionally find myself stumbling onto a musical gem that somehow escapes mainstream radar, although personally such instances are becoming decidedly rare in this age of YouTube instafame.

Certain entries in my lexicon definitely have these brief sojourns into less chartered musical territories to thank. I learnt one of my favourite words, the ever so melodious "Crazy Cool", from Brit indie-pop band Flamboyant Bella who were active during the late 2000's.

There's also Jack Penate, another British act who has been rather quiet of late. His songs have a sneaky way of making me hit the replay button over and over. You've heard of reaching for the stars, but have you heard of Spit At Stars? Apparently "we all spit at stars".

Oh, and Torn On The Platform always makes me want to get up on my toes and dance in weird spasms. Lol ;)

Go figure.

The paper marionette show's adorable, hehe.

Chasing Paper Tigers

As much as I want to kiss the ground Adam Young walks on, I'm on the fence about Owl City's new album The Midsummer Station.

The cover's so evocative and lovely, but I feel that a big part of the album's just generic pop that anyone with a half-decent singing voice and passable song-writing skills could concoct.

And then he goes and posts this demo tune on tumblr:

Paper Tigers

http://www.ayoungblog.com/post/29762787542/well-ive-been-huddled-up-alone-by-the-fire-even

Adam I <3 you. :P

Trouble in Spa

This week's Belgian Grand Prix at Spa-Francorchamps got off to a flying start (literally) when mad man Romain Grosjean did a spot of mechanical aero-bics to nip across Alonso's cockpit, very nearly taking the poor man's head along with him as well.

It's ironic though how official reports say Alonso took a bad knocking but is uninjured. A "knock" in itself is a physical injury, just not a very serious one in Alonso's case. Food for thought certainly.

Here's how it happened:


...And THAT, my dears, is how not to drive a Formula 1 car.