Showing posts with label bad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad. Show all posts

30 Dec 2018

Bad woman - Lykke Li

Countdown to 2019: -2

Bad woman - Lykke Li
In what might well (have) be(en) my favourite album of 2018 (if it weren't for Florence, that is), Lykke Li changed gears again, towards a genre that's not really my cup of tea, but that I ended up greatly enjoying. This end-of-summer I had the "pleasure" of going through a tough breakup at a tough time of year, while busy with an exam I spent the whole summer preparing, getting cut off by the person I needed the most... it hasn't been easy, but surprisingly I breezed through things much more lightly that I throught I would. As I told many people, I was ok in a moment when I should've been running naked and screaming in the streets pulling my hair. I've had my fair share of "bad womanhood", as my special one did, and as we all do at times, I guess. No one's perfect and relationships are hard work, and it takes two to tango. And tango takes a lot of effort, energy and dedication. It happens that the dance stops working, but when the dancers stop respecting each other, things are really not ok, even when they need each other more than they know, as Lykke suggests. And then, to close the year beautifully, she gifted us with this beautiful acoustic version. Sounds like an appropriate end of an intense and heartfelt 2018.


17 Feb 2016

Professional widow - Tori Amos

Professional widow - Tori Amos
It's been a while since I felt this shitty... unfortunately I haven't learned yet how to keep my expectations from rising up to ceiling whenever something good happens to me. This time though I don't think I have a big fault, it's just that realising that a person doesn't care about you nearly as much as you wished and hoped is never a happy thing to find out.
It's been a while since I felt the need to go and listen to 'Boys for Pele' as 'Boys for Pele', as the strongest and deepest and darkest album I know, the one I go to when I need to exacerbate my bad feelings so that I can get them out of myself. "Can't forget the things you never said" sings Tori in 'Blood roses', the most powerful song for me, the one that most vividly represents what this album means to me. Thanks goodness there's Tori to go to in times like this!

"Give me Peace
Love
Peace
Love
Gimme Peace
Love
And a hard
Cock"


20 Jan 2015

Bad - U2

Bad - U2
Bad. Like the excursion we made today to Isla Saona, a most loved trip by people according to reviews on the internet, a most useless waste of time and money, if you want my side of the story. The water in the sea was dirty with seaweeds and not at all better than that in front of our hotel, same applies to the beach. The only good part was when I swam a little farther from the beach, but then people didn't want us to get too far. So ok, practically it's like "stay here in the dirty water".
Bad. Not like swimming in nice Caribbean water and having close encounters with starfish, first mediated by the guys and then in the "wild" sea!
Bad. Like wasting hours of transport to get to a place that was no better than the one we left and that offered no particular thing that was worth the trip.
Bad. Like the continuous effect that loud Latin music has on me. Can't stand it anymore is an euphemism.
Bad. Not like listening to music on the seaside, relaxing and always finding the right song for the moment.
Bad. Not at all like this song. One of my U2 favs!