<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198</id><updated>2012-02-17T04:41:50.622Z</updated><category term='Fleetwood Mac'/><category term='new romantic'/><category term='pearl jam'/><category term='Stevie Nicks'/><category term='why write'/><category term='nick cave'/><category term='instrumental music'/><category term='DIY'/><category term='Ribbons'/><category term='HURTS'/><category term='manic street preachers'/><category term='piano version'/><category term='Craft'/><category term='warren ellis'/><category term='tom waits'/><category term='wonderful life'/><category term='music for airports'/><category term='Landslide'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='Origami'/><category term='polly scattergood'/><category term='music photography'/><category term='HURTS cover'/><category term='PEACE'/><category term='amnesty'/><category term='latitude festival'/><category term='compilation'/><category term='latitude'/><category term='lewis carroll'/><category term='cover version'/><category term='Tracks of 2009'/><category term='ambient sounds'/><category term='better than love'/><category term='alice'/><category term='spotify playlist'/><category term='Insomnia'/><category term='brian eno'/><category term='pj harvey'/><category term='cheshire cat'/><category term='elderly woman behind the counter'/><category term='the veils'/><category term='mad hatter'/><category term='Live music'/><category term='bat for lashes'/><category term='can&apos;t sleep'/><category term='paramore'/><category term='Covers'/><category term='long day ep'/><category term='Holy Trinity Church'/><category term='Abbey Road'/><category term='want to be  awriter'/><category term='Anna Calvi'/><category term='6Music'/><category term='alice in wonderland'/><category term='charles bukowski'/><category term='bukowski'/><category term='st vincent'/><category term='royal albert hall'/><category term='sufjan stevens'/><category term='fever ray'/><category term='buffetlibre'/><category term='paper craft'/><category term='Children In Need'/><category term='Ólafur Arnalds'/><category term='so you want to be a writer'/><category term='plath'/><category term='Leeds'/><category term='Hand made paper'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='tara busch'/><category term='catherine a.d.'/><category term='Live at Leeds'/><category term='madness'/><category term='Lauren Laverne'/><category term='Catherine AD'/><title type='text'>Songs For The Boy Who Wouldn't Read Rilke</title><subtitle type='html'>Catherine AD: singerslashsongwriterexorcistbaker</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-8308594437910214785</id><published>2011-06-02T14:01:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T15:28:02.536+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Origami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribbons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hand made paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catherine AD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long day ep'/><title type='text'>DIY Guide to Making the Ltd Edition Eps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At the request of a&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt; few befuddled owners of the first EP, I've compiled a DIY guide to how the structure of the package was put together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Originally made as series of 1000 ribbon-wrapped and hand-stamped flower paper CDs,  the demo songs featured on the &lt;a href="http://catherinead.bandcamp.com/album/long-day-ep"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Long Day EP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; were issued as part of a (now sold-out) limited edition  EP, available through Rough Trade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;and I ended up giving myself RSI making them all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The EP is now available as a digital download from &lt;a href="http://catherinead.bandcamp.com/album/long-day-ep"&gt;Bandcamp.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzoe3IvgOQ/TeeRhUGOlJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2rPRWUXbgN0/s1600/IMG00069-20110602-1321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzoe3IvgOQ/TeeRhUGOlJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2rPRWUXbgN0/s320/IMG00069-20110602-1321.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The main ingredients: Hand pressed flower paper, pencil, ruler, scissors.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QigxmOJ5CB4/TeeFY4ixE4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Nn4L2A8QGWg/s1600/IMG00070-20110602-1322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QigxmOJ5CB4/TeeFY4ixE4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Nn4L2A8QGWg/s320/IMG00070-20110602-1322.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KHPCbDgwLOM/TeeFX2l0d-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/jFZYnIfsw5c/s1600/IMG00072-20110602-1323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KHPCbDgwLOM/TeeFX2l0d-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/jFZYnIfsw5c/s320/IMG00072-20110602-1323.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Trace the outline of the CD case and score the folds&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-58hNmvcJYww/TeeFiH6J8rI/AAAAAAAAAGM/d80-af6BFCQ/s1600/IMG00073-20110602-1324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-58hNmvcJYww/TeeFiH6J8rI/AAAAAAAAAGM/d80-af6BFCQ/s320/IMG00073-20110602-1324.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LavrbTNaor0/TeeFh5E9WOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rJ50LU7ATw8/s1600/IMG00074-20110602-1325_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LavrbTNaor0/TeeFh5E9WOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rJ50LU7ATw8/s320/IMG00074-20110602-1325_1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Punch the holes for the ribbons&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3LVUeWc_4E/TeeFgxsiE6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/7IGklDIaqdE/s1600/IMG00075-20110602-1326.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3LVUeWc_4E/TeeFgxsiE6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/7IGklDIaqdE/s320/IMG00075-20110602-1326.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thread the ribbon starting at the bottom left hand corner and continue in a clockwise direction.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bXWMCKiZGu0/TeeFgf75qEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0n2hP0KfxQQ/s1600/IMG00076-20110602-1326.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bXWMCKiZGu0/TeeFgf75qEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0n2hP0KfxQQ/s320/IMG00076-20110602-1326.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_IIO9rL3-W4/TeeFf1nzLzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qDjbgxwrRs8/s1600/IMG00077-20110602-1327.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_IIO9rL3-W4/TeeFf1nzLzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qDjbgxwrRs8/s320/IMG00077-20110602-1327.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jabRIak3frk/TeeFqKmmiiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zbDMCOpOdqo/s1600/IMG00078-20110602-1327.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jabRIak3frk/TeeFqKmmiiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zbDMCOpOdqo/s320/IMG00078-20110602-1327.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2cJxOs6R77g/TeeFpc-L7nI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vwsx4YU0hpI/s1600/IMG00079-20110602-1328.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2cJxOs6R77g/TeeFpc-L7nI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vwsx4YU0hpI/s320/IMG00079-20110602-1328.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tighten the ribbon across the cd holder and pull the two ends evenly through the bottom two holes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bMsquo4cuIk/TeeFoqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/fGveL5QbPgY/s1600/IMG00080-20110602-1329.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bMsquo4cuIk/TeeFoqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/fGveL5QbPgY/s320/IMG00080-20110602-1329.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tie in a ribbon at the back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And hand-stamp to finish... 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id="container"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="main"&gt;&lt;div id="messages"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebeatgeneration.net/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/charles-bukowski.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://thebeatgeneration.net/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/charles-bukowski.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="poembody" id="content"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="poembody" id="content"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="poembody" id="content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;if it doesn't come bursting out of you&lt;br /&gt;in spite of everything,&lt;br /&gt;don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;unless it comes unasked out of your&lt;br /&gt;heart and your mind and your mouth&lt;br /&gt;and your gut,&lt;br /&gt;don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;if you have to sit for hours&lt;br /&gt;staring at your computer screen&lt;br /&gt;or hunched over your&lt;br /&gt;typewriter&lt;br /&gt;searching for words,&lt;br /&gt;don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;if you're doing it for money or&lt;br /&gt;fame,&lt;br /&gt;don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;if you're doing it because you want&lt;br /&gt;women in your bed,&lt;br /&gt;don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;if you have to sit there and&lt;br /&gt;rewrite it again and again,&lt;br /&gt;don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,&lt;br /&gt;don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;if you're trying to write like somebody&lt;br /&gt;else,&lt;br /&gt;forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;if you have to wait for it to roar out of&lt;br /&gt;you,&lt;br /&gt;then wait patiently.&lt;br /&gt;if it never does roar out of you,&lt;br /&gt;do something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you first have to read it to your wife&lt;br /&gt;or your girlfriend or your boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;or your parents or to anybody at all,&lt;br /&gt;you're not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be like so many writers,&lt;br /&gt;don't be like so many thousands of&lt;br /&gt;people who call themselves writers,&lt;br /&gt;don't be dull and boring and&lt;br /&gt;pretentious, don't be consumed with self-&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;the libraries of the world have&lt;br /&gt;yawned themselves to&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;over your kind.&lt;br /&gt;don't add to that.&lt;br /&gt;don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;unless it comes out of&lt;br /&gt;your soul like a rocket,&lt;br /&gt;unless being still would&lt;br /&gt;drive you to madness or&lt;br /&gt;suicide or murder,&lt;br /&gt;don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;unless the sun inside you is&lt;br /&gt;burning your gut,&lt;br /&gt;don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it is truly time,&lt;br /&gt;and if you have been chosen,&lt;br /&gt;it will do it by&lt;br /&gt;itself and it will keep on doing it&lt;br /&gt;until you die or it dies in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there never was.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TAJOiHvbopI/AAAAAAAAAD0/B-DmngqTnBk/s1600/alice_in_wonderland_manuscript3_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TAJOiHvbopI/AAAAAAAAAD0/B-DmngqTnBk/s640/alice_in_wonderland_manuscript3_0.jpg" width="398" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But       I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here.       I'm mad. You're mad."&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.&lt;br /&gt;"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, &lt;a href="http://www.alice-in-wonderland.net/books/1chpt6.html"&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-1992385495399693205?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/1992385495399693205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-wouldnt-have-come-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/1992385495399693205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/1992385495399693205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-wouldnt-have-come-here.html' title='You wouldn&apos;t have come here....'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TAJOiHvbopI/AAAAAAAAAD0/B-DmngqTnBk/s72-c/alice_in_wonderland_manuscript3_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-4119288807405085652</id><published>2010-05-29T11:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T11:25:10.862+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I hate the word "kooky"....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width='380' height='430'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://wordia.com/flash/player/player.swf'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowscriptaccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='video_path=/Videos/1847&amp;amp;host=wordia.com'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://wordia.com/flash/player/player.swf' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' allowscriptaccess='always' allowfullscreen='true' width='380' height='430' FlashVars='video_path=/Videos/1847&amp;amp;host=wordia.com'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-4119288807405085652?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/4119288807405085652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-i-hate-word-kooky.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/4119288807405085652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/4119288807405085652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-i-hate-word-kooky.html' title='Why I hate the word &quot;kooky&quot;....'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-7863672673534815194</id><published>2010-05-28T09:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T09:59:23.015+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauren Laverne 6music, Hype Machine &amp; derring-do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nearly time for the release of the  Skeleton Songs EP. Lots of people have been really supportive and the  lovely Ms Lauren Laverne made 'Missiveh' the track of the day on  Wednesday on her 6music shows. You can download the whole week's MPFree  EP (including tracks by The Like &amp;amp; Twilight Sad) from &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LmJiYy5jby51ay9ibG9ncy9sYXVyZW5sYXZlcm5lLzIwMTAvMDUvbXBmcmVlLWVwLTI4dGgtbWF5LTIwMTAuc2h0bWw="&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/laurenlaverne/2010/05/mpfree-ep-28th-may-2010.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we made it to no.2 in the hype machine last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/catherineannedavies/tumblr_l2oi87aIqI1qc2c0oo1_r4_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to anyone who  tweeted, retweeted, blogged, reblogged or listened! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not  least, I took a break from tying ribbons to fluff my way through "word  of the day" for&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_925989565"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordia.com/wotd/2010/5/26"&gt;Wordia.com&lt;/a&gt;  on Monday as I got to do one of my favourite things - talk about words  and pretend to be a schoolteacher... silence at the back please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-7863672673534815194?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/7863672673534815194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2010/05/lauren-laverne-6music-hype-machine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>The first installment of my guest spot on Wordia.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="330" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://wordia.com/flash/player/player.swf'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowscriptaccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='video_path=/Videos/1844&amp;amp;host=wordia.com'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://wordia.com/flash/player/player.swf' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' allowscriptaccess='always' allowfullscreen='true' width='380' height='330' FlashVars='video_path=/Videos/1844&amp;amp;host=wordia.com'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-6164775231048246400?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-5842031275678401934</id><published>2010-05-08T20:38:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:15:50.566+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Covers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catherine a.d.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano version'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elderly woman behind the counter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cover version'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pearl jam'/><title type='text'>Elderly Woman Behind The Counter In A Small Town</title><content 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href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2010/05/elderly-woman-behind-counter-in-small.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/5842031275678401934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/5842031275678401934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2010/05/elderly-woman-behind-counter-in-small.html' title='Elderly Woman Behind The Counter In A Small Town'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' 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'A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/S-cIEp0c1JI/AAAAAAAAADM/2vXn4dAt43Q/s1600/insomnia+cartoon+chruch.com.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/S-cIEp0c1JI/AAAAAAAAADM/2vXn4dAt43Q/s320/insomnia+cartoon+chruch.com.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaded insomnia strikes again. Anyone who romanticizes it and tells you that it's linked to  being 'creative' is just lying. I have to be up in four hours for a&amp;nbsp; rehearsal but even on those nights that I'm not it's hard not to  wake up the neighbours with your 3am sudden writing epiphanies and there is nothing creative  about a brain dead feeling, eye twitch and zero attention span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never used to have problems with sleep but now it feels like the dread  of being the lone soul awake as the birds start tweeping at 5am happens more  and more often. It's a self fulfilling prophecy perhaps, as the more you worry  about not sleeping, the more likely you are to stay awake. I get really  bad hallucinations if I get too sleep deprived so there's an added fear  factor for me too. I'm not a fan of the black dancing shadows and tides creeping out from under the radiators...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first hour lying in the dark can be productive -  don't get me wrong. It is a great space for unravelling lyrics and  trying out metres and patterns in your head as you unleash an imaginary  torrent of kick ass payback to all those people who needed a great  comeback at the time but it wasn't quite there in the moment. In this  hour they all get their verbal tirade and it's the best rehearsal you never did for the all the things you wish you'd ever said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could sleep like a normal human being. Any tips or suggestions? These sleeping pills are eating a hole in my brain....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-1485263310588415538?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/1485263310588415538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2010/05/bonewhite-light-like-death-behind-all.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/1485263310588415538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/1485263310588415538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2010/05/bonewhite-light-like-death-behind-all.html' title='Insomnia... &apos;A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things&apos;'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/S-cIEp0c1JI/AAAAAAAAADM/2vXn4dAt43Q/s72-c/insomnia+cartoon+chruch.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-8942769813045352030</id><published>2010-04-11T19:14:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T19:22:51.561+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SKELETON SONGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://catherinead.bandcamp.com/album/skeleton-songs" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="398" src="http://img.ymlp68.com/catherineannedavies_skeletonsongs.jpg" style="border: 0pt none;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. Missiveh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif;"&gt;2. Over and Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif;"&gt;3. Populah-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif;"&gt;4. Carry Your Heart (organ version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif;"&gt;5. The Heart Wants To Be A Hammer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif;"&gt;After a month of patient neighbours,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;turning my tights &amp;amp; a coat hanger into a makeshift pop-shield,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif;"&gt;and a little bit of pleading with my MacBook not to die just yet... you can now pre-order your copy of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif;"&gt;my next release,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif;"&gt;Skeleton Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif;"&gt;, exclusively from my Bandcamp store; a great new initiative that means the artist sees every penny - bar paypal fees - from the music that they sell:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://catherinead.bandcamp.com/album/skeleton-songs"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;http://catherinead.bandcamp.com/album/skeleton-songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;limited edition 5-track CD will arrive on your doorstep clad in a ribbon-wrapped limited edition package with original artwork by Corinne Noble. The first fifty orders will also include a limited skeleton-key keepsake for those quick off the mark...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The limited CD costs &lt;b&gt;a minimum donation of £6&lt;/b&gt; and we ship worldwide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;For those not of the physical world, there will also be a full digital release via my own OUTSIDERHOOD label on &lt;b&gt;7th June 2010&lt;/b&gt; (iTunes, Amazon, eMusic etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;All you lovely people on the mailing list will also be offered access to buy the digital download &lt;b&gt;a week before its official release&lt;/b&gt; as a little thank you...watch this space!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif;"&gt;Catherine xox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif;"&gt;"Shorn of hair, skin, muscles and internal organs, Skeletons Songs is a collection of musical sketches from Catherine AD. These recordings creep not from a plush studio via a boardroom but crawl into your ears from a bedroom with creaky floorboards and the gentle lull of passing traffic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: garamond,serif;" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: garamond,serif;"&gt;The idea was simple: go back to the source. Using the bare bones of the original demo recording of each song, nothing was re-recorded and every mistake, hesitation and human error was preserved. Some songs were layered up with virtual one-man-band choirs, while others remain in their raw form, sung quietly into corners so as not to wake up the neighbours...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-8942769813045352030?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/8942769813045352030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2010/04/skeleton-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/8942769813045352030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/8942769813045352030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2010/04/skeleton-songs.html' title='SKELETON SONGS'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-7531509815859877572</id><published>2010-02-14T15:32:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T12:11:13.783Z</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Know What Love Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/S3gYLPHT99I/AAAAAAAAADE/WzGDqhgavZE/s1600-h/CADvid4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/S3gYLPHT99I/AAAAAAAAADE/WzGDqhgavZE/s320/CADvid4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sneak peak of something that sums up my feelings about Valentine's day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by 'Winter Spring' by Richard Wilbur:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This too-soon spring will pass&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perhaps tonight,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And doubtless it is dangerous to love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This somersault of seasons;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I am weary of&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The winter way of loving things for reasons.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;SORRY YOU MISSED IT! THE TRACK WAS ONLY STREAMABLE FOR A LIMITED TIME...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="100" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=1168132404/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=1168132404/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" width="400" height="100" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality=high allowScriptAccess=never allowNetworking=always wmode=transparent bgcolor=#FFFFFF &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;noembed&gt;&lt;a href="http://catherinead.bandcamp.com/track/you-dont-know-what-love-is"&gt;You Don't Know What Love Is by Catherine A.D.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noembed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-7531509815859877572?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/7531509815859877572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-dont-know-what-love-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/7531509815859877572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/7531509815859877572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-dont-know-what-love-is.html' title='You Don&apos;t Know What Love Is'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/S3gYLPHT99I/AAAAAAAAADE/WzGDqhgavZE/s72-c/CADvid4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-8106435375186162402</id><published>2010-01-28T19:07:00.012Z</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:49:19.249Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ólafur Arnalds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='royal albert hall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brian eno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music for airports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nick cave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warren ellis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ambient sounds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spotify playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instrumental music'/><title type='text'>Instrumental Asylum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cfs10.tistory.com/image/24/tistory/2008/12/08/16/16/493cc9b90cc99" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://cfs10.tistory.com/image/24/tistory/2008/12/08/16/16/493cc9b90cc99" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After watching the rather excellent &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b00q9xqk/Arena_Brian_Eno_Another_Green_World/"&gt;Arena documentary&lt;/a&gt; on Friday about Brian Eno I got to thinking about instrumental music and the power of removing words from song. I guess it's a bit like the relationship between poetry and the novel - some might argue it forces you to distill down to the very best stuff you can conjure, others that it takes a different kind of skill. Not only great for writing university essays to (less distraction) and avoiding puking on pendalino trains (thanks to Eno for getting me through a 3 hour journey with Virgin trains) I think sometimes you need a bit of a palette cleanser when you listen to music as much as I do. A bit of a place for your mind and ears to go to as a kind of asylum from the constant onslaught... Although I always get more of an urge to dance to instrumental pieces because it tricks my brain into thinking i'm back in a ballet class or something....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first really got into Brian Eno after coming up to London to hear Bang On A Can perform Music For Airports in the Royal Albert Hall at the BBC Proms. I don't normally have a high attention threshold for classical music but this was really incredible and we got to lie down in the middle section of the hall and look up at the amazing parachute ceiling (or whatever it is they have up there... ) The Eno piece I've chosen here -&amp;nbsp; 2/1 - actually uses only "voices" (so I'm not sure it counts strictly as an instrumental! It intermingle four "ahhh" notes which repeat and loop back on themselves, interacting with one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often use instrumentals as warm-ups as I don't like doing scales or playing other people's music so I've ended up composing little bits over the past few years that have grown into pieces of their own. Sometimes they develop so much that they get lyrics and melodies and grow up to be real life songs, others stay as Pinocchio wannabee little children and some them suggest segues between songs or get spoken words (like instrumental #21 that some of you have heard). I might post one up in a few days once my finger heals from picking up a hot metal spoon that I stupidly left in a saucepan full of soup...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, here's my &lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/user/joellevandyne/playlist/4PEXvOzOPPi2jaGQHHwBSb"&gt;playlist of instrumental stuff&lt;/a&gt; I've been listening to recently (there's a bit of a cinematic theme going on here and I couldn't chose between the Cave/Ellis soundtracks so you get both).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions of more things to listen to would be greatly received! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; Just click on the red link below and it will open in your Spotify player&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/user/joellevandyne/playlist/4PEXvOzOPPi2jaGQHHwBSb"&gt;Catherine AD's Instrumental Playlist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Brian Eno – 2/1&lt;br /&gt;2. Philip Glass – Opening - Instrumental&lt;br /&gt;3. Ólafur Arnalds – 0040&lt;br /&gt;4. Hauschka – Blue Bicycle&lt;br /&gt;5. Nick Cave &amp;amp; Warren Ellis – The Road&lt;br /&gt;6. Nick Cave &amp;amp; The Bad Seeds – The Proposition #3&lt;br /&gt;7. Yann Tiersen – Comptine D'un Autre Été, L'après-Midi&lt;br /&gt;8. Alexandre Desplat – New Moon &lt;br /&gt;9. Michael Nyman – The Heart Asks Pleasure First/The Promise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Nico Mühly – Mothertongue: Pt. 1&lt;br /&gt;11. Jon Brion – Theme&lt;br /&gt;12. Jon Brion – Punch Drunk Melody&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-8106435375186162402?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/8106435375186162402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2010/01/instrumental-asylum.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/8106435375186162402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/8106435375186162402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2010/01/instrumental-asylum.html' title='Instrumental Asylum'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-5987856901442961506</id><published>2010-01-07T16:26:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:50:14.440Z</updated><title type='text'>The Wolves + my harmony playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="100" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=3608027070/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=3608027070/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" width="400" height="100" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality=high allowScriptAccess=never allowNetworking=always bgcolor=#FFFFFF &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;noembed&gt;&lt;a href="http://catherinead.bandcamp.com/track/the-wolves-bon-iver-cover"&gt;The Wolves (Bon Iver Cover) by Catherine A.D.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noembed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being snow-bound sometimes has its upsides like actually getting some work done and eating lots of hot soup and having an excuse not to go for a run for fear of breaking bones ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I took a bath in some reverb and knocked up a home-made version of one of my recent obsessions,&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Bon Iver&lt;/b&gt;. I didn't really take the time to 'get' him (apart from 'Skinny Love') when everyone else was going gaga for the album but then I heard the &lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/1vsFzbhQXTqKJ3YSWxWxmJ" target="_blank"&gt;'Rosyln&lt;/a&gt;' track he did for the Twilight soundtrack with St Vincent and literally played it on repeat for a week (which is kind of how I consume music - I once listened to the string section in Kate Bush's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=23EPGzr8pmQ"&gt;'Houdini'&lt;/a&gt; about 100 times in one day...).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I think it's the harmonies that really get me. There's something that always gets the hairs standing up on my neck about voices weaving into each other. I must have spent a good deal too much of my last few year's at school huddled up in stairwells harmonising with my best friend and harassing any boy with a guitar so they'd let me sing with them. Car journeys in my family were me and my sister competing against each other hollering out Carpenters songs (a masterclass in harmony) and I once spent a week dissecting the harmonies for the Beach Boys' 'Good Vibrations' just to figure out how it all fitted together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a simplicity to just layering voices against one instrument - you've got nowhere to hide and it's only the song itself that will stand or fall. It's also really good practice for the horrible aural exam part of grade exams where they ask you to sing intervals and sight read which, even though I 'apparently' have perfect pitch, I always used to dread because I didn't play the piano at the time and had to learn it all by ear rather than theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough geekery. Here's a selection of great harmony songs that I randomly remembered liking... you can hear them all on Spotify by clicking on the playlist title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/user/joellevandyne/playlist/3bjRJwz9mZEGOlT1r234yq"&gt;Catherine AD's Harmony Central playlist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Alison Krauss – Down To The River To Pray - Soundtrack Version (O Brother Where Art Thou?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Carpenters – We've Only Just Begun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. The Beach Boys – Good Vibrations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Gram Parsons – In My Hour Of Darkness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Panda Bear – Bro's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. St. Vincent – The Strangers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Crosby, Stills &amp;amp; Nash – Helplessly Hoping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Ryan Adams – When The Stars Go Blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. Bon Iver &amp;amp; St. Vincent – Rosyln &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. The Everly Brothers – Bye Bye Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11.Imogen Heap – Hide And Seek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12.10cc – I'm Not In Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13. Grizzly Bear – On a Neck, On a Spit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-5987856901442961506?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/5987856901442961506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2010/01/wolves-behind-walls-my-harmony-playlist.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/5987856901442961506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/5987856901442961506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2010/01/wolves-behind-walls-my-harmony-playlist.html' title='The Wolves + my harmony playlist'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-6727196936868365001</id><published>2009-12-22T20:43:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:50:28.528Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fleetwood Mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Covers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Landslide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren Laverne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stevie Nicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catherine AD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6Music'/><title type='text'>Festive Treat # 1 Landslide</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="100" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=189708328/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=189708328/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" width="400" height="100" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality=high allowScriptAccess=never allowNetworking=always bgcolor=#FFFFFF &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;noembed&gt;&lt;a href="http://catherinead.bandcamp.com/track/landslide"&gt;Landslide by Catherine A.D.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noembed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;UPDATE: This track is Lauren Laverne's 6 Music track of the day today - huge thanks to the show for their support. If you're new here, please sign up to the mailing list and we'll send you some more free tracks! x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a little Christmas gift I've home-spun some songs that you can listen to and download. The first is my version of the ever-glorious Stevie Nicks' song &lt;a href="http://catherinead.bandcamp.com/album/in-the-bleak-midwinter-christmas-ep"&gt;Landslide&lt;/a&gt;. I was lucky enough to get to see Fleetwood Mac play this year and this was sooooo incredible live (I am literally obsessed with the whole Buckingham-Nicks saga).&amp;nbsp; My good friend Padraig Whelan lent his voice too, singing backup (which you'll be hearing a lot more of next year when his album will be released).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy xox&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Track Credits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Catherine AD: Guitars, Vocals, Piano, Synths, Programming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Guest Vocals by Padraig Whelan -  &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theholysamanas"&gt;www.myspace.com/theholysamanas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photo by Rick Morris Pushinsky -  &lt;a href="http://www.pushinsky.com/"&gt;www.pushinsky.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-6727196936868365001?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/6727196936868365001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/festive-treat-1-landslide.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/6727196936868365001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/6727196936868365001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/festive-treat-1-landslide.html' title='Festive Treat # 1 Landslide'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-2914890262704064401</id><published>2009-12-21T22:11:00.019Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:51:54.561Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracks of 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sufjan stevens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the veils'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='st vincent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fever ray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manic street preachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polly scattergood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tara busch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paramore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pj harvey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bat for lashes'/><title type='text'>Tracks of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kingdomofstyle.typepad.co.uk/my_weblog/images/2007/11/04/ist2_429993_audio_cassette_tape.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://kingdomofstyle.typepad.co.uk/my_weblog/images/2007/11/04/ist2_429993_audio_cassette_tape.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You can listen to my playlist on Spotify here : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/user/joellevandyne/playlist/4LfTV7mk6WaCKmfVrmAn4b"&gt;Catherine AD's Tracks of 2009 - A Spotify Playlist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Polly Scattergood - Breathe In Breathe Out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripped to its bare bones, this is a gorgeously simple piano song with a stunningly stripped breaking vocal that sounds right at the edge of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"lived such a little but loved such a lot"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;St Vincent - The Strangers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the albums of the year that had me simultaneously enraptured and jealous in equal parts. A huge talent. So much wit and wisdom in her lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"paint the blackhole blacker"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Manic Street Preachers - Jackie Collins Existential Question Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hard to pick a favourite from this album which lyrically, for me,&amp;nbsp; has no equal this year. I got to &lt;a href="http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-time-i-got-locked-in-dressing-room.html"&gt;talk to Nicky Wire&lt;/a&gt; about how much the lyric made me laugh too... Reminds me of the best bits of Larkin and it makes me sad that we won't get to hear any more new songs with lyrics by Richey James Edwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"situationist sisterhood of jackie and joan"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;b&gt; Zero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner in the huge fucking anthemic chorus category. Saw them at Reading this year. Would probably turn for Karen O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fever Ray - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I Grow Up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunting and hugely inventive. Winner in the best lighting category. Her laser show is fantastic. I really can't recommend this whole album enough as it feels like cutting off an arm to isolate one track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I put my soul in what I do / Last night I drew a funny man with dark eyes and a hanging tongue / It goes way bad, I never liked a sad look /From someone who wants to be loved by you"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Black Hearted Love / A Women A Man Walked By - PJ Harvey and John Parish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner in the best use of a bouncy castle in a music video. Love this first track for the slo-mo PJ jumping Chapman Brothers' video alone. PJ &amp;amp; JP's &lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/album/0Xjdkg0NkNhPn5xMc5kKf8"&gt;first album&lt;/a&gt; is one of my favourite records EVER so have been playing this quite a lot and had to put the second track on too because you just won't hear anything like this anymore (outside of a Capt. Beefheart convention).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I wanted to explore the damp alleyways of his soul"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit Down By The Fire - The Veils&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Kinda cheating cos I sang on this one but they are just so hugely underrated and I'm so glad I got asked to do this otherwise I would never have discovered my new favourite band (MNFB). Beautifully dark stuff. Also check out &lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/5EniJhs141bzYSfrv04gNl"&gt;'Lavinia'&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/4f7EAYNOrbC1UY7oZITf7T"&gt;'The Letter'&lt;/a&gt;: Equal parts raving Tom Waits lunatic and fragile Buckleyesque beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's hard to say but I think you'd better / Just say you don't love me you don't love me anymore"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tara Busch - Pour the Bottle Pt. 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An uncompromising independent talent, Tara came to my attention through her &lt;a href="http://www.analogsuicide.com/latest/2009/6/10/bat-for-lashes-daniel-tara-buschs-analogsuicide-remix-free-d.html"&gt;Bat For Lashes Remix &lt;/a&gt;and I've been listening to her so much ever since. She's so inventive with her soundscapes but this track showcases her more experimental side (oh and she did a brilliant job remixing me too &lt;a href="http://wearsthetrousers.com/2009/07/10/free-music-friday-catherine-adtara-busch/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wild Beasts -&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hooting &amp;amp; Howling &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just adore the vocal on this. Reminds me of the amazing Billy Mackenzie and I'm a sucker for a falsetto&lt;b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramore - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;All I Wanted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guilty pleasure that has turned into a full on obsession. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I could follow you to the beginning&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; / just to relive the start"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon and Moon - Bat For Lashes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First heard this on &lt;i&gt;The Culture Show &lt;/i&gt;a year or so ago. My favourite from the new album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'd be boy and you'd be girl"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tori Amos - Give / Flavor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to her sultry best, this first song is a metaphorical narrative about the vampiric nature of being a musician... or so I think I suggested when I was lucky enough &lt;a href="http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/talking-sin-pianos-with-tori-amos.html"&gt;to interview her earlier this year&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;'Flavor' is just spectacular so I had to put that on as well.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sufjan Stevens - Movement II Linear Tableau With Intersecting Surprise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Phillip Glass had an album out his year but this is almost as good. &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1261572441278"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/user/joellevandyne/playlist/4LfTV7mk6WaCKmfVrmAn4b"&gt;Catherine AD's Tracks of 2009 - A Spotify Playlist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were my tracks of 2009... now tell me yours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-2914890262704064401?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/2914890262704064401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/tracks-of-year.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/2914890262704064401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/2914890262704064401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/tracks-of-year.html' title='Tracks of the Year'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-7475467238812545768</id><published>2009-12-17T16:47:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:27:22.601Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amnesty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PEACE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buffetlibre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compilation'/><title type='text'>PEACE Amnesty Compilation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="style28"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=a9e00300d5&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=125bb7cf87955271&amp;amp;attid=0.1.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=a9e00300d5&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=125bb7cf87955271&amp;amp;attid=0.1.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really pleased to be involved with BuffetLibre's PEACE project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought together by Barcelona DJs Buffetlibre and co-produced by &lt;b&gt;Amnesty International&lt;/b&gt;, artists from over 50 countries are donating exclusive songs for a very special compilation. The resulting collection of songs will be digitally available worldwide&lt;b&gt; on March 1st 2010&lt;/b&gt;, letting listeners pick their own price for the album, with a minimum donation of €2. All proceeds will go to Amnesty International's humanitarian aid projects in areas of conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="style29"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PEACE lineup includes: Marc Almond, Mogwai, 4hero, Patrick Wolf, The Durutii Column, Micachu &amp;amp; The Shapes, A Certain Ratio, Catherine AD, Darren Hayman, Dubstar, Ed Harcourt, frYars, Frankmusik, GoldieLocks, The Boy Least Likely To, Micah P Hinson, Dan Deacon,Voxtrot, Marissa Nadler, Girls, A Place To Bury Strangers, The Antlers, Asobi Seksu, Spinto Band, Ra Ra Riot, Jeffrey Lewis, The Veils, The Vines, Fennesz, Amiina, múm&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;and many many more!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the full line-up see: &lt;a href="http://www.buffetlibredjs.net/peace.html"&gt;http://www.buffetlibredjs.net/peace.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="style32"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-7475467238812545768?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/7475467238812545768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/peace-amnesty-compilation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/7475467238812545768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/7475467238812545768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/peace-amnesty-compilation.html' title='PEACE Amnesty Compilation'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-5015541988104903416</id><published>2009-12-17T01:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:16:08.217Z</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A Lie</title><content type='html'>A sneak peak of one of the tracks from the recent studio sessions... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="400" height="100" &gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=86096073/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=86096073/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" width="400" height="100" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality=high allowScriptAccess=never allowNetworking=always bgcolor=#FFFFFF &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;noembed&gt;&lt;a href="http://catherinead.bandcamp.com/track/once-upon-a-lie"&gt;Once Upon A Lie by Catherine A.D.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noembed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-5015541988104903416?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/5015541988104903416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/once-upon-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/5015541988104903416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/5015541988104903416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/once-upon-lie.html' title='Once Upon A Lie'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-8682130087763872820</id><published>2009-11-16T22:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:54:46.221Z</updated><title type='text'>MISSING: one picture of kingfisher by small child</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.kented.org.uk/ngfl/earlyict/images1/hedgehog1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Genet wrote "Our Lady of the Flowers" entirely in pencil while he was imprisoned, scribbling on the rough surface of the brown paper that the inmates were given to make paper bags from. The story goes that, whilst exercising in the yard one day a prison guard noticed Genet's make-shift manuscript and took it away and had it burned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, Genet began his novel over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Why?", "For whom?"&lt;/i&gt;, Jean-Paul Sartre asks: &lt;i&gt;"There was small chance of his keeping the work until his release, and even less of it getting printed...Yet he wrote on, he persisted in writing. Nothing in the world mattered to him except those sheets of brown paper which a match could reduce to ashes."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is that I find myself sometimes, on those darker days, wondering what it's all for, if anyone will ever get to hear all the hours, all the words. Most of the time I think it doesn't matter; it shouldn't matter if what you create ever sees the light of the day. You write at least for your 'imagined audience', for all the people you hope it might touch or make a small dent in their universe. There's a line in a song I wrote recently that goes &lt;i&gt;"I'm tired of writing love songs / Never heard by anyone"&lt;/i&gt;. But it's not nearly true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote as a eleven year old child who didn't know the white from the black keys on the piano after my parents sold it. I wrote as a fourteen year old girl surrounded by people who laughed every time she picked up a guitar and told her to stop trying to be one of the boys... I wrote through this final year at University when I needed to say too many things that couldn't be spoken. And I write now because it still comes out of my fingertips. I just can't seem to stop spitting out my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand the band I saw on Orange Unsigned that blamed the lack of coherence in their music on the fact that they didn't know what it was that the record companies were looking for... Emily Haines from Metric puts it pretty well &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vaWxvdmVtZXRyaWMuY29tLw=="&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; - when she talks about the need to release yourself from the expectations of scenes. You get the simplest, clearest and most genuine songs when you remove yourself from the gridlock and paralysis where nothing can ever be cool enough, referential enough, or it doesn't sound enough like someone else (or it sounds too much like someone else).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was six my teacher lost my picture of a kingfisher that I had taken four days to draw for the school parents' assembly and made me hold up a painting of a hedgehog done by some other child instead... I was mortified and spent the whole assembly mouthing silently but persistently to my Mother that it wasn't my picture. I didn't want anyone thinking I was responsible for the primitive finger splodges of some visually challenged peer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will never hold up a song here or anywhere else that I don't feel proud to put my name to. I want to do more than mouth along the words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too easy to criticise the wealth of constructed 'artists' churned out by certain corners of the industry - sure, there's a place for everything that means something to &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; - but what is more scary to me is this trend towards what you might call 'fabricated authenticity' - the simulacra of the Artist (and their five co-writers...) and the slow erosion of the corner of the world where we can say what we want when we want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been laying the foundations slowly with some other like minded and concerned individuals to carve out a place to do such a thing. A place that can bring together a diverse number of voices through music, art, film, thought that all want to reach up and beyond the merely consumable. As I think Stephen Fry said (paraphrasing Oscar Wilde), yes, all Art is useless. But then so is love. It's the little things that help you rise above the awfulness and the banality of life. And it is also its uselessness that makes it so very valuable...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-8682130087763872820?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/8682130087763872820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/missing-one-picture-of-kingfisher-by.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/8682130087763872820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/8682130087763872820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/missing-one-picture-of-kingfisher-by.html' title='MISSING: one picture of kingfisher by small child'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-6187586460490779437</id><published>2009-11-16T20:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:52:36.186Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abbey Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children In Need'/><title type='text'>Children In Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/scissorhands/img/storage/images/about/bbc-children-in-need/369-6-eng-GB/BBC-Children-in-Need_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/scissorhands/img/storage/images/about/bbc-children-in-need/369-6-eng-GB/BBC-Children-in-Need_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick note to say that the BBC Children in Need song 'All You Need is Love' and the album 'Bandaged Together' (both of which I recorded vocals for this summer at Abbey Rd studios) are out now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are available to buy from HMV, Tescos and lots of online stores here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bandagedtogether.com/BANDAGED_TOGETHER/home.html"&gt;http://www.bandagedtogether.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great day recording it at Abbey Road - Please support this great cause and let's make some money for Children In Need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-6187586460490779437?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/6187586460490779437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/children-in-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/6187586460490779437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/6187586460490779437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/children-in-need.html' title='Children In Need'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-2084223612942157212</id><published>2009-10-04T20:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:24:38.346Z</updated><title type='text'>The Bedroom Sessions: giving away a track a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Bedroom Sessions: giving away a track a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"and I'm tired of writing love songs never heard by anyone...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="400" height="100" &gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=3216472548/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=3216472548/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" width="400" height="100" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality=high allowScriptAccess=never allowNetworking=always bgcolor=#FFFFFF &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;noembed&gt;&lt;a href="http://catherinead.bandcamp.com/track/missiveh-demo"&gt;Missiveh (demo) by Catherine A.D.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noembed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've heard the previews of some of my new tracks you might have guessed that having access to studio trickery has sent me head first into a love affair with the epic and the multi-layered (I think we racked up 32 backing vocal tracks on my most recently recorded song...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't always so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my 18th birthday I asked my parents to buy me a multitrack recorder instead of the driving lessons they suggested I should have (ever the pragmatist... I am now probably doomed to living only in London or New York). So, whilst finishing university I have spent a lot of my time recording primitive demos in noisy flats, trying to screen out the sound of sirens or neighbours arguing, coiling cables around washing racks and using duvets as makeshift vocal booths. I like this process - it forces you to expose the song in the most brutal way possible - you can't hide behind production when all you have are the rawest of materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past year I've been lucky enough to be able to record in some incredible studios and with some amazing producers but it seems a shame that some of these home-grown tracks I've been recording in my own time haven't yet been heard or have been taken down for fear of 'misrepresenting'. There is nothing that quite compares to the experience of waking at 3am with an idea and trying to sing quietly enough into the mic so as not to wake up your flatmates. These are songs in the key of winter: stripped down to bare branches, raw and seedling-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it seems the apt season to give away a track a day as part of what I'm calling the Bedroom Sessions series. All these tracks were recorded in my bedroom whilst I was supposed to be finishing my English Literature degree. Some of you might have heard a few of them already if you bought one of the thousand or so limited edition ribbon wrapped EPs I started selling in Rough Trade shops in London (until I gave myself RSI from all the threading...). There's some new/unheard songs amongst them too, so, don't worry, the loyal amongst you have something to look forward to as well : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first track is called 'Missiveh' - a neologism I coined thinking about what a god of ill-communication might be called... and writing a parable of the 'submissive heart'. I like to think of it as the story of a women broken down by her existentialist husband and baking....  It was written and recorded on my sister's nylon string Spanish guitar (which I have now permanently 'borrowed') and I added in some twinkly piano afterwards. You can download it here: &lt;a href="http://catherinead.bandcamp.com/track/missiveh-demo"&gt;http://catherinead.bandcamp.com/track/missiveh-demo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be adding more tracks all week at &lt;a href="http://catherinead.bandcamp.com/album/the-bedroom-sessions"&gt;http://catherinead.bandcamp.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tracks are totally free but towards the end of the week I'll add a tip box if you want to make a contribution to the cause of my continued creative existence : ) If you like the tracks and want to share them please direct people to http://catherinead.bandcamp.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your continued support and kind words. I'm playing some support shows with Nerina Pallot in October and then disappearing into the studio for most of the winter. The apocalypse of the music industry pending, there will be an album next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-2084223612942157212?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/2084223612942157212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/bedroom-sessions-giving-away-track-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/2084223612942157212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/2084223612942157212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/bedroom-sessions-giving-away-track-day.html' title='The Bedroom Sessions: giving away a track a day'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-7834542713592494787</id><published>2009-09-25T22:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:36:26.107Z</updated><title type='text'>I have been to hell and back. And let me tell you, it was wonderful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/catherineannedavies/DSC00857.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/catherineannedavies/DSC00857.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my favourite louise bourgeois)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I keep getting asked at the moment about why I make music; why I started to write songs. People want to know what oils the cogs or billows the cobwebs… It's odd the things which remind you why you do what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been thinking a lot today about forgiveness and the downside of so-called 'social networking sites'. How these sites mean that it's easier and easier for people from your past to pop their heads into your life again, uninvited. And this morning I heard from someone who contributed to making my life a living hell at school (but ironically seems to have no recollection at all of the years of misery they inflicted).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm not the only kid who ever got bullied in school. My Dad even suggested that I may not be the person I am today if it hadn't happened. Perhaps, but maybe I would have liked the chance to have found that out... But it's not just our trials that shape us. What is strangest to me is that something that impressed itself upon me for so many years could have had such little impact upon one of those inflicting it. I've not thought about it for a few years now but a two line email brings it all back fresh, like a newly ironed school shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only have to look at the events of yesterday in Finland, Columbine, the murder of Sophie Lancaster etc. to see that outsiderhood doesn't always lead to university degrees and keep-your-head-down attitudes. It's hard to be the tallest/gawkiest/smartest/oddest kid in the class. I spent three years on the inside of the in-crowd only to be ostracised to a year of not one person uttering a single word to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many of my friends have been kicked and stabbed with biro pens; thrown down stairs in metal boxes with a brick inside; hit full in the face with cricket bats, been called ugly and stupid (and believed it), suffered in silence; waited for the best revenge of a life better lived; an escape successfully orchestrated, a triumph delayed by ten years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps these are the very foundations upon which songs are written and instruments are learned. You make shapes in the staves so as to keep from cutting holes in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I keep getting asked, as if it's not obvious, why I make music, why I started to write songs, who they're for, what I want to be… In one record company office the other day I found myself inarticulate and waving cliched signposts to Nirvana and teenage angst when perhaps I should have directed them to a playground fifty miles away…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I got right was the glitter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Mr. Recordman: I write for catharsis, yes, but also for hope. I want to send satellites out to every thirteen year-old (girl) who might be dieing a slow death in Suburbia, nowheresville. Sending messages to all of those who can't help but think there must be something more to life than THIS? I want to get someone somewhere to read Anais Nin's "A Spy In The House of Love" and see themselves in Sabina and ditch their checkout job and move to Paris. I want to be scratched into the door of some boy's locker as a reminder of why he has to move to London in the next two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to be the uplifting last thing you listen to as your fall asleep in the dark with your headphones on thinking of how the constellations are the same here as they are on the next planet. I want to make someone remember their first love so that they walk out on the half-life they are not living with the boyfriend they are not loving. I want to be the hope that there's a light at the end of the tunnel vision, the blusher for the shadow, the cake for the ache...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can get right is the glitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-7834542713592494787?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/7834542713592494787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-been-to-hell-and-back-and-let-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/7834542713592494787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/7834542713592494787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-been-to-hell-and-back-and-let-me.html' title='I have been to hell and back. And let me tell you, it was wonderful'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-6100186902346374434</id><published>2009-07-30T21:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:53:07.786Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='latitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='latitude festival'/><title type='text'>Latitude Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogContent" id="pBlogBody_502984844"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All photos by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/lorainerossphotography"&gt;Loraine Ross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=3159445&amp;amp;albumID=0&amp;amp;imageID=69339317"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/74/l_7f39e927e3d54414be5dbe1d0c9b76e8.jpg" title="Latitude Festival2009, Photo by Loraine Ross" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=3159445&amp;amp;albumID=0&amp;amp;imageID=69339327"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/108/l_3c4aa0ce0f1647288d9ae48a51165e25.jpg" title="Latitude Festival2009, Photo by Loraine Ross" width="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=3159445&amp;amp;albumID=0&amp;amp;imageID=69339322"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/73/l_57b93142c7dd4ae6bee920404253ed21.jpg" title="Latitude Festival2009, Photo by Loraine Ross" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=3159445&amp;amp;albumID=0&amp;amp;imageID=69339535"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/103/l_9cc97d8b5b364650be39f3881e02eb06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=3159445&amp;amp;albumID=0&amp;amp;imageID=69339570"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/65/l_dee8abdf29844ce8a551f3db0b628382.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=3159445&amp;amp;albumID=0&amp;amp;imageID=69339575"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/77/l_8f461da6ce1b473bb957589442a0e407.jpg" width="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="width: 600px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" width="60"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-6100186902346374434?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/6100186902346374434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/latitude-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/6100186902346374434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/6100186902346374434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/latitude-photos.html' title='Latitude Photos'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-1751873910739628246</id><published>2009-07-22T21:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:37:42.148Z</updated><title type='text'>Latitude &amp; good omens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;"&gt;Have just about recovered from the being drenched and stuck in an eternal traffic jam that dove-tailed my Latitude experience. The day was quite an odd one with alternate sunshine/rain for Thom Yorke and torrential downpours in between. My rain dance worked to get everyone into the tent for my set ; ) obviously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to get a little boat with all the equipment on it across a lake to get to the Sunrise Arena where I was playing which is by far one of the stranger pre-gig experiences I have had. Saw Thom Yorke play 'Videotape' and 'True Love Waits' through sleepy eyes ("True Love lives on lollipops and crisps") and topped it off by dribbling over Nick Cave on the main stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a little interview with The Quietus here just before Latitude which you can read here: &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vdGhlcXVpZXR1cy5jb20vYXJ0aWNsZXMvMDIxOTQtY2F0aGVyaW5lLWFkLW9uLWxhdGl0dWRlLXRoZS1kYW5nZXJzLW9mLWtvb2tpbmVzcw=="&gt;http://thequietus.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week was topped off by hearing that my good friend Mr. Sweet Billy Pilgrim has been nominated for the Mercury Music Prize. A long time coming... and some well deserved attention coming his way I hope... You can download the remix he did for me just last week from &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3Lmxhc3QuZm0vbXVzaWMvQ2F0aGVyaW5lK0EuRC4vK2ZyZWV0cmFja3M="&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you haven't already done so. I can vouch for the fact that he recorded the entire album in his shed. It is a very nice shed though with lots of musical oddities and goodies stashed in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, good omens for good music and those who take their time. I am reminded of the fable of the tortoise and the hare and patrick wolf's complaint from 'The Libertine'&amp;nbsp; that "whoever shouts the loudest gets the most attention". Maybe it's the quiet ones you should always watch out for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=5745055329992495198&amp;amp;postID=1751873910739628246"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=5745055329992495198&amp;amp;postID=1751873910739628246"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/82/l_47f0c2f9c1364cf386d964fece643be2.jpg" width="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=3159445&amp;amp;albumID=0&amp;amp;imageID=68938503"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/99/l_b097109ef36e44bd9818c070b0e77cbe.jpg" width="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-1751873910739628246?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/1751873910739628246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/latitude-good-omens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/1751873910739628246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/1751873910739628246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/latitude-good-omens.html' title='Latitude &amp; good omens'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-398089455771399119</id><published>2009-07-11T21:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:43:32.320Z</updated><title type='text'>FREE TARA BUSCH REMIX OF CARRY YOUR HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hello again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the second free remix in the series, this time from the very talented Tara Busch who tackles "Carry Your Heart".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="100" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=1127579278/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=1127579278/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" width="400" height="100" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality=high allowScriptAccess=never allowNetworking=always bgcolor=#FFFFFF &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;noembed&gt;&lt;a href="http://catherinead.bandcamp.com/track/carry-your-heart-tara-busch-analog-suicide-mix"&gt;Carry Your Heart (Tara Busch Analog Suicide Mix) by Catherine A.D.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noembed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tara's remix credits include Annie Lennox and Polly Scattergood and the recent stunning reworking of Bat For Lashes 'Daniel'. She is renowned for the use of classic analog&amp;nbsp;synthesizers&amp;nbsp;and beautiful&amp;nbsp;backing vocal&amp;nbsp;arrangements in the style of 1940's&amp;nbsp;Disney&amp;nbsp;movies and Pet Sounds - era Beach Boys. I just feel in love with her reinterpretation of 'Carry Your Heart' which just makes me feel like I've fallen inside a Disney film soundtracked by The Carpenters : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Her debut album, &lt;i&gt;Pilfershire Lane&lt;/i&gt; will be released in July 2009 on Tummy Touch Records - I urge you to check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bromleycontingent.com/tara_busch_ukelele_epk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://bromleycontingent.com/tara_busch_ukelele_epk.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;xox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. For those of you heading to Latitude next week my stage time is 5pm on Sunday in the Sunrise Arena. X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-398089455771399119?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/398089455771399119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/free-tara-busch-remix-of-carry-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/398089455771399119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/398089455771399119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/free-tara-busch-remix-of-carry-your.html' title='FREE TARA BUSCH REMIX OF CARRY YOUR HEART'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-8326828703918242383</id><published>2009-06-09T21:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:46:08.432Z</updated><title type='text'>That time I got locked in a dressing room with Nicky Wire...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogContent" id="pBlogBody_495693042"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;All this week &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LmRyb3duZWRpbnNvdW5kLmNvbQ=="&gt;Drowned in Sound&lt;/a&gt; have been running my epic three part interview with Nicky Wire from the Manic Street Preachers which took place earlier this month backstage at the London Roundhouse. It all came about as part of the series of Artist on Artist interviews that they've been running and they pitched for &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vZHJvd25lZGluc291bmQuY29tL2luX2RlcHRoLzQxMzY4NjY="&gt;Tori Amos&lt;/a&gt; and the Manics for me (which I didn't dream I'd ever get to interview...) and I got to interview both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogContent" id="pBlogBody_495693042"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/gallery/2002/11/15/MANICS340_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/gallery/2002/11/15/MANICS340_.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogContent" id="pBlogBody_495693042"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  I'd prepared this huge sheaf of questions for James Dean Bradfield (who I had thought I was interviewing) and then when I got there, in walks Nicky Wire and I nearly had a heart attack... You see, this band pretty much changed my life (as I talked about with Nicky but cut out a huge chunk of the transcript as it felt a little personal and self-indulgent...) I ended up being the first person in my family to go to university after using &lt;i&gt;The Holy Bible&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;   and &lt;i&gt;Everything Must Go &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;This Is My Truth&lt;/i&gt;.. as a make-shift "reading list" where I'd go and order stuff like Andrea Dworkin, Sylvia Plath, Henry Miller, Primo Levi from my local lending library to the point where, years later, I got into a university my school told me I'd never have a chance at winning a place at... which has led to here ; ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to a rock and roll band.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, as Nicky said, is "a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pretty lovely thing&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after getting locked in the dressing room with Nicky we talked about bad backs, chiropractors, yoga, libraries, champagne and sugar lumps, and Balzac. And then we got onto the important stuff of the surprisingly (for some) incredible new album, &lt;i&gt;Journal For Plague Lovers, &lt;/i&gt;which has made me remember all over again why I started doing this in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the links to read the three different interviews:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vZHJvd25lZGluc291bmQuY29tL2luX2RlcHRoLzQxMzcwOTg="&gt;Part One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vZHJvd25lZGluc291bmQuY29tL2luX2RlcHRoLzQxMzcxMjM="&gt;Part Two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vZHJvd25lZGluc291bmQuY29tL2luX2RlcHRoLzQxMzcxNjQ="&gt;Part Three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did writing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-8326828703918242383?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/8326828703918242383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-time-i-got-locked-in-dressing-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/8326828703918242383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/8326828703918242383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-time-i-got-locked-in-dressing-room.html' title='That time I got locked in a dressing room with Nicky Wire...'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-2852396810829300298</id><published>2009-06-02T21:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:47:25.681Z</updated><title type='text'>Davd Gilmour Crisis Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogContent" id="pBlogBody_492506230"&gt;Last Monday I was invited to open the show for David Gilmour's special collaboration with Amadou &amp;amp; Mariam in aid of CRISIS. Someone had seen the show at the Great Escape in Brighton the previous week and I guess they wanted to facilitate my dream of only playing shows in churches : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful day getting lost in the labyrinthine back corridors of the Union Chapel where the amazingly helpful production team set up a make-shift rehearsal space for us as we were down a band member and trying to fill in the gaps with Mr. Mackintosh the IV. Also met some lovely people in the queue on our many food runs including one guy who had flown all the way from California to see the show! (to see Mr. Gilmour of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who's sent messages since the show and bought the EP. I feel most at home playing churches because of how much you get back from the acoustics. We were made to feel really welcome by all of Mr. Gilmour's admirers too and it was truly incredible to watch Amadou and Mariam and their band from the side of the stage- they are some seriously impressive musicians. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find out more about the CRISIS and the great work that they do &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LmNyaXNpcy5vcmcudWsvaGlkZGVuLw=="&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photo taken by @gashead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczI2LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvYzEzNC9jYXRoZXJpbmVhbm5lZGF2aWVzLz9hY3Rpb249dmlldyZjdXJyZW50PVNORjE0TVVTRV82ODJfNDUyMzI1YS5qcGc=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/catherineannedavies/SNF14MUSE_682_452325a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogContentInfo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=5745055329992495198&amp;amp;postID=1187728734900013983" name="0.1_ykwe"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vZHJvd25lZGluc291bmQuY29tL2luX2RlcHRoLzQxMzY4NjY=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;www.drownedinsound.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Catherine AD meets  Tori Amos&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Waiting in the lobby of the designated  Kensington hotel, the concierge asks me again if there's anyone they  can call. The interviews are running late and I am conspicuously out  of place amidst the beige on beige. It's like sitting in a room made  of mashed potato. Which only serves to make me more hungry. I surreptitiously  sneak bites from a Crunchie from my bag - I haven't eaten lunch yet  and I don't want to pass out mid-interview. I’m trying not to get  chocolatey crumbs all over The Beige but then think I might need to  follow the crumb trail later to find my way out of the neutral labyrinth  of endless, uniformly buff corridors... Finally the PR arrives to take  me upstairs and the Sunday Times photographer is busy setting up shots  in the adjoining room with one scary-ass freakishly-real looking baby-doll  as a mooted prop. There is more beige. I am feeling like I might vomit  up a chocolatey mess any moment. And then, suddenly, there is Tori Amos.  Resplendently red and orange, and immediately intuiting how out-of-place  I feel here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You are very artistic  - you are the most artistic person I've  met.. I've had the BBC here this morning and trust me, it's a very different  look... this is gorgeous...you are a walking art piece - that's what  you are - it does show and that is a positive thing and it's got to  make you feel good - that's who you are and you are doing the right  job"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;And this is Tori: generous, intuitive,  warm and welcoming. Putting you at ease with her languid, almost meditative,  way of talking, unravelling each answer with nothing of the polished  PR babble we have come to expect from today's generation of stars. We  decide to up sticks from the (beige) sofa and armchairs and both end  up perched on the huge windowsill that overlooks Kensington Gardens  and the gathering crowds of lunchtime picnickers and Princess Diana  pilgrims. I enquire about how she's feeling after having to postpone  her show two days previously, only to find myself in the unexpected  position of discussing the joys of food poisoning with Tori Amos...  We try to figure out the finer points of the acoustics of the room and  where the best position for the dictaphone might be - both  laughing that you can never escape the producer and the musician in  you. Perched on a book, atop wood for the best resonance is the solution  decided upon and so I dive in...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAD: The new record is called  &lt;i&gt;Abnormally Attracted to Sin&lt;/i&gt;. Are there any particular ones you’re  attracted to more than others? Could you expound upon the title?  – obviously it’s a quotation from some  &lt;i&gt;Guys &amp;amp; Dolls&lt;/i&gt; dialogue...&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TA: I’m sort of attracted to… figuring  out why people are attracted to what they are... because… you know,  I have a sister that’s a doctor, and sometimes she’ll talk to me  about… “This is &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; an emotional conversation – there’s  something within the body and the brain that’s attracting somebody  to something.” It’s this whole [&lt;i&gt;Lacuna, implying Emotion, the  Unknown human element, etc.&lt;/i&gt;] “Versus Genetics and Sociology question”,  and I’m fascinated by... why people choose a self-destructive path. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAD: And so that’s being drawn  to the Dark Side as it were? That it’s maybe not a choice, but perhaps  it’s something genetically inbuilt, or predisposed?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TA: Well, I don’t know. I think we’re  all drawn to [it]. There’s so many answers in the dark, but it doesn’t  have to be &lt;i&gt;malevolent&lt;/i&gt;; it can be a place where Shadow exists  [&lt;i&gt;the Jungian Shadow, presumably&lt;/i&gt;], and you find… you bring your  candle, and you bring your flashlight with you, and you try to find  consciousness in the unconscious. I kinda see the darkness as the unconscious;  a metaphor. It doesn’t have to be about… again, &lt;i&gt;violent&lt;/i&gt; behaviour  towards another creature – it doesn’t have to be about harm –  and I’ve always sort of seen a different definition of Lucifer, the  Light-bringer, as… it’s a tough job to hold, but a consciousness  that holds all of that – of Humanity – that &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; don’t collect  into ourselves, the sides of ourselves that we don’t claim; the things  we do, how we manipulate, that we kind of lie to ourselves. Because,  you know, nobody wants to really think – most people anyway that are  sort of walking my line, that I am going to intentionally belittle somebody  but it's sometimes from friends... it’s sometimes the people we pull  into our circle, [when] they don’t say “God, you did a great job  today", or "Congratulations or I support you or those things”.  [Instead] they leave you with very little, so you start to crave…  and you’re attracted to their acceptance, approval, support… that  they Just-Never-Give-You, and the way they keep you there is by withholding  it. And so in ‘Ophelia’ [&lt;i&gt;a track from the new album&lt;/i&gt;] which  is the classic song, it's like, “Why would you want people like that  in your life”? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAD: So, in a way, seeking approval  from those who withhold it most, rather than accepting and embracing  the approval that we already have in our  lives…?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TA: That’s right – and why aren’t  we attracted to people who want to support us and who like us? Instead  of being attracted to people who don’t see our light? Thinking, “Oh  God, if I can turn this person around, then I must be onto something  here…””&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAD: It’s a  really good question! Very personally resonant as well as a musician…  But on the other side of that, I wanted to talk about the single  ‘Welcome to England’ which seems to me in some ways to be an ode  to your husband, as well as – obviously  – about England and estrangement. I wondered whether it’s harder  for you than it was to write what you might call  “a positive lovesong”, than&amp;nbsp; the songs from  &lt;i&gt;Boys for Pele&lt;/i&gt;, like ‘Putting the Damage On’  or ‘Hey Jupiter’?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TA: Well, I think…… to be positive  about a man, and yet ambivalent about a place, was the desired goal  for ‘Welcome to England’, because I really wanted the story to be  about a woman who left &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; life, and &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; family, and &lt;i&gt; her&lt;/i&gt; job, to follow her love – to follow her heart. It could be  leaving North Carolina to move to New York – it could be anything  – or leaving Manchester to come to London. Then you come to realize  that His world is becoming Your world, and yet maybe you’ve taken  on so much of His world… but it isn’t Your world, and you have to  retain yourself in it. And she just lost that. Somehow. She lost parts  of herself – whether she should have gone back more, or whether she…  you know, sometimes when you leave a place, you cut those cords, and  you think “Okay, fresh start – roll my sleeves up…” and yet…  there was something, or maybe many things, that you didn’t &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;  want to leave behind. That you do begin to miss. Sometimes it’s the  mountains. Sometimes it’s the earth. And I think that ultimately –  in this story she’s an American, and Yes, the parallels are very close  – but it could be… I know so many people who’ve left, especially  in the last 2 years because of jobs, and getting work. One of them had  work [that was] going somewhere, that they'd had to leave. One of them  has had to let go to move with the other, and so, “how to not lose  yourself, when you don’t fit into your lover’s world” [is the  message] – maybe that’s a good thing, because I don't think you  necessarily should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAD: There seems to be a lot of  songs on the record about this idea of Giving  – this almost quasi-vampiric relationship, maybe. Especially in the  first song, ‘Give’-&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TA: Yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAD: ...And all the mothers 'giving'  on the record too... and so I wondered if maybe you saw your songs in  that way? There were a lot of songs on this record that strongly suggested  this idea of “giving” through the songs, and using them as a way  to connect to people, and as a way to love. I can’t remember the exact  lines, but you say something like:  “&lt;i&gt;some people give blood / I give love”&lt;/i&gt;. Could you elaborate  on that idea?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TA: Well, I guess it’s the polar  opposite of the vampire concept, where you don’t need to take from  somebody, but… there’s a fine line in giving, and… being a watercolour  that just runs off a canvas, where you give… &lt;i&gt;so much&lt;/i&gt; that you  don’t &lt;i&gt;allow&lt;/i&gt; people to give back. Sometimes, there’s a fear  of Receiving, because… that’s a strange place to put yourself in,  but I’ve seen this and walked into this at different points in my  life, where I’ve said “I don’t need anything from anybody”,  then when you do receive something from somebody, it’s a &lt;i&gt;lovely&lt;/i&gt;  gift… but in being the only giver sometimes, you take away the other  person’s opportunity to want to offer something up of themselves as  well; and so, there’s a fine line. How far do you take this? There’s  a danger element to it, like anything that can be taken too far. But  I think that it was a really sexy idea, I thought, that to survive a  time now [when] nothing’s abundant, everything is bleak, everybody’s  pennypinching, that the way to survive destruction is to “out-create”  it, so I think the idea was when everybody wants to take, “&lt;i&gt;No&lt;/i&gt;,  don’t don't try to take – you give”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAD: So, it’s about trying to  reverse the order of things? To me, hearing you talk about that, it’s  a very nice link on to the other idea that runs so strongly throughout  the new album, of Motherhood, especially on  ‘Maybe California’. How has motherhood has impacted not only your  relationship with music, but also your life, and your "job"  as a musician and a creator. How has that changed?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TA: I think as Tash gets older –  she’s 8 now – she’s got to a place where she has her own ideas,  and they’re very exciting and independent of mine and her Dad's. She’s  in a new phase now, and I’m having to grow with it. I think… because  she’s more independent, I’ve been able to give more attention to  The Art, in the last few years. And so, I’m changed forever, being  a Mom, because I think – my body changed, first of all, and I could  see what a woman’s body can do… and when I was at my biggest, I  think I was most freed of all those demons – there were so many! They  just got kicked out of my being… maybe with her feet! [both laugh]  Even though she was a Caesarean birth, for medical reasons… I believe  that… by accepting my physicality, that was a huge shift… for me,  as a Creator, and as a Woman, and there’s more of a… a sensuality  I think in some ways, to the work… that is there, where[as] the work  prior to Tash, has other elements that you can only have &lt;i&gt;before &lt;/i&gt; you’ve carried life… I can’t… I don’t &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; that consciousness  anymore, because once your body takes on another person, you can’t  be a maiden anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAD: There is no going back is there?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TA: There’s no going back. You can’t  know that emptiness anymore – and I don’t mean “emptiness” as  a negative, I mean: you’ve been filled with another creature, and  so… always &amp;amp; forever, that cord is real, and it’s pulling at  you, and your consciousness shifts. The question is: how do you walk  the line of Mother and &lt;i&gt;Woman&lt;/i&gt;… independent of Mother, and that’s  a challenge because I think some mothers, they can look back, and as  much as they love their children… there’s something very &lt;i&gt;sensual&lt;/i&gt;  when your body’s your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAD: Something that seemed to come  through in the story of ‘Maybe California’  is this kind of tension about a woman being driven to such a point where  she wants to leave her children, she wants to leave the  &lt;i&gt;world&lt;/i&gt; even… and the responsibilities... and the damage she  could do if she did chose to take that route, and [so] the question  of 'Giving' comes up again.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TA: It keeps coming up... I mean..  there’s a selfishness, and there’s a battle of selfishness, and  a battle between… not selflessness… but the question of “what  is self”. If you’re a Mother-Creator, then self has to include the  Other. “Mother” includes the word “Other”, and… I don’t  think I really realized that until recently. I mean it’s staring at  us in the face. Whereas “Woman”… the word “Man” is included  – and “Wo” is included… &lt;i&gt;[unclear whether  Tori means “Woe” or “Whoa”  here...]&lt;/i&gt; it’s a different kind of Other. I think “Mother”  can embrace what it took to get her there, which is sexuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAD:...which is quite a radical  way of thinking – this idea of sexualizing the mother, or even being  a sexualized woman after you’ve given birth, or whilst you’re pregnant  even, is taboo, isn’t it?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TA: It &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; taboo. And I think,  with the new record, and the artwork, it’s very much about the idea  of erotic spirituality. You know, I think when we were creating the  photographs, they were being created while the music was playing, and  the conversation… was very much with an Other, and the songs themselves,  and what was behind that… and I think… sometimes as Mothers, you’re  kind of amputated from the idea of the “Erotic”. Because, just the  idea that “that woman that is holding that whip” [say], the idea  that in two hours that woman can be sitting down, at a Haagen-Dazs,  or (Tasha’s favourite) is Gladstone’s in the States, where they  make the little ice-cream. But, the truth of the matter is that it depends  on the temple – the temple of the Holy Spirit – and inside of that  whip, and what's on the other side of that whip because that’s really  metaphorical. To me, the pictures – the handcuffs, the whip – it’s  very much about a mental-emotional conversation with… herself, or  with this… Lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAD: So, it’s saying that we must  tend to ourselves as Women in order to be good mothers, to retain our  integrity? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TA: You have to do both - there’s  a balance. It really is about a balance, and when you let the woman  go, then sometimes you find as the children are growing up, that we  go back to ‘Welcome to England’ [the song] – you're that woman  again – who, if you don’t give to yourself, but you are giving to  everybody else, that you turn around, and you recognize but "I  have nobody to give to anymore, and i haven't nurtured myself while  I've been nurturing everybody else".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczI2LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvYzEzNC9jYXRoZXJpbmVhbm5lZGF2aWVzLz9hY3Rpb249dmlldyZjdXJyZW50PVA0MjkwMjE0LTEuanBn" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/catherineannedavies/P4290214-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAD: Thinking about this idea of  the Mother figure, how has your relationship with your fans changed  over the last 10 records in terms of your role for them? Do you see  that as another kind of Giving?” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TA: Well, they’re changing too. There  are so many different people, who have different relationships with  the songs themselves… because the songs, when they get put into different  compartments, they rebel, because they mean different things to different  people. And they’re all Media [people] right now. It’s so amazing  to me, when people are looking at these photographs, and [I get] such  opposite reactions to them. And for me, it’s very telling… about  them&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAD: It’s like a Rorschach test… &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TA:&amp;nbsp; Well yes, one woman saw the whip  shot, and said to me, “How can you be holding a whip?...”. It’s  as if – as one of my favourite people in the world, Karen Binns, said  – unless you are topshelf on a magazine, being a cliché, everything  that is so obvious – unless it’s that – [this woman who objected]  couldn’t understand. It was the &lt;i&gt;men&lt;/i&gt; who understood… And it’s  the men – gay or straight, both – who understand that. It’s a  much more dangerous line, an &lt;i&gt;involvement&lt;/i&gt;, to not just being going  through the motions but to have the conversation before the tools are  implemented, because the tools are only just… the tools; it’s the  user behind them. And the fact that there’s compassion… and how  are you using them?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAD: I haven’t seen these images  yet, so that’s probably a whole new  interview…!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TA: I don’t think they’re meant  to hurt! It depends on the user. It’s not necessarily about that!  Some people are able to use these things as poetry, as metaphors.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAD: You’ve always been very interested  in that. The visual side of your work has always been about challenging  people’s concept of “What Woman Is”  and “What Mother Is”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TA: That’s right, and what is Sacred,  what is Profane…&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAD: Going back to the  &lt;i&gt;Boys for Pele&lt;/i&gt; cover… [&lt;i&gt;Tori with a gun, on her porch, showing  a lot of leg; and on the back cover, suckling a pig&lt;/i&gt;] &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TA:&amp;nbsp; That’s right, and the idea that  why should Elegance, Seduction, and Eroticism be… closed to Mothers,  who work very hard, and then at the end of the day lose their husband  to fantasy images on the computer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAD:&amp;nbsp; We’re always stifling ourselves,  and putting ourselves into boxes…  [alluding to Tori’s early comment, but also the cover of  &lt;i&gt;Little Earthquakes&lt;/i&gt; with Tori photographed in a  wooden box] &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TA: ...and pushing them to find it  somewhere else… because we go back to [the idea of] Mother and Other,  and the responsibility of that [&lt;i&gt;relationship implied by the one word  containing the other&lt;/i&gt;]. It’s a huge responsibility, and the woman  in ‘Maybe California’ can't bear it anymore. That came from real  stories from women, at the end of their ropes, who came to me and stopped  me, over the last year, and told me about their lovers or husbands losing  their jobs, and they hadn’t, and then everything was deteriorating…  because the male is so defined by being a Provider, and so when they  couldn’t do that anymore, they couldn’t provide in the bedroom anymore,  and so the whole relationship would break down. And one particular woman  said, “if I take myself out of the equation, then they’d have to  give him a job… and if I could take myself out, it would all be okay…  and he would find someone else again” – and you’re watching the  mind turning, and you have to say “Stop! In order to give so much,  you’re destroying. In order to give, and give yourself away, you’re  taking.” So that was what that was about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAD: You’ve long fought against  certain sections the Church, and it's propensity to push guilt or shame  on women and their sexuality, and I guess this follows on from what  you’re saying… Do you think that things have got better in the last  ten years?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TA: I think with Prop. 8 [&lt;i&gt;Californian  legislation that outlaws same sex marriage&lt;/i&gt;] it’s really up in  everyone’s face. With that you push people back into secrecy. Probably  the thing staring in everybody’s face – the biggest crime – is  the human slave trade; woman &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; children. Yes, there are men,  agreed – but it’s mostly women and then young children, and you  think… what pushes us, in a society, to needing a slave-trade? The  worker bee (in me) goes back to the hive, to the queen bee, who are  the songs. I’d say I don’t understand. How can we fill ourselves,  and our desires, with people in the professional sexual trade. Some  people are driven to that, but some choose that – &lt;i&gt;I know some&lt;/i&gt;  – and it’s not for me to judge why, and they’re not just there  for the money. Who made me God, to figure this out? I’m not talking  [with this record, and it’s artwork] about a society that’s not  consenting. What I’m really questioning is that the sexual slave trade  that is so &lt;i&gt;expansive&lt;/i&gt;, and everywhere that the secrecy to sexuality…  Clearly, if we’re in a free society, what are we attracted to? Having  power over another human, that has no power?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAD: Very possibly… &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TA: And that’s what I think – [with] &lt;i&gt; Abnormally Attracted to Sin&lt;/i&gt; [as a title] – you get to decide what  the stories being told, with the songs, and the visualettes, and the  pictures, what they represent. But, not for one minute do I believe  that Tori [the character] is in the sexual slave trade and there because  she doesn’t want to be. She’s choosing to be there for some kind  of reason, and I think… the whole thing just baffles me, and so –  when you ask me “Is sexuality an issue?” – well, when the biggest  crime we have is sexual abuse, with the trading of human… &lt;i&gt;flesh.&lt;/i&gt;  Then, clearly, there’s a big problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAD: That leads me on to my final question. Does it concern you with this new crop of female pop artists that you see coming through, that there’s very little space for saying anything of value or having a voice to talk critically about femininity? It seems to me that in too many cases it's just a simulacra of quirkiness and kookiness but in fact it’s all so packaged and sanitized...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TA: Well, I don’t get concerned about  that, because I think that… voices will demand to be heard. When the  Muse grabs you by the hand, you know, you serve the creative force.  The songs are independent of me, and yet we’re intertwined. (You know  how it is! It's a very strange thing). The fact that the public enjoys  all kinds of entertainment and expression… that has to be respected.  And then there are those of us who talk about other things, and when  you want to have another kind of conversation. There are those of us  who want to sit down with that… wine that’s been aged a bit…rather  than wine from, you know, 2006. There’s always room for a unique perspective  But sometimes if you’re one of those artists, the truth is, you have  to work really hard to be heard and you can’t stop. You have to keep  fighting and you can’t say “Oh, the world seems to want this kind  of music, so they don’t want me.” Well you just can't. You have  to keep going.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAD: So, you’re hopeful there  will be another generation…? Pushing through… &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TA: There must be! There &lt;i&gt;has&lt;/i&gt;  to be. Otherwise… we’re doomed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAD: Lastly, the impact of  iTunes, and the way people are consuming songs in individual packages…does  that worry you when you've spent such a lot of time and effort putting  together this conceptual package with the  visualettes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TA: I can’t spout off about control…I  know i am a control freak. Doug Morris told me to go and be a great  one! The thing is - you can’t fight the Patriarchy - I use that term  for a controlling system that doesn’t open itself up to other new  ways of solving issues. How can I demand the public consumes it the  way I've laid it out? It exists. I have a whole installation there –  Visual-Sonic; it’s there – and some people will just come along  for the post-show party, but that’s okay…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Abnormally Attracted to Sin&lt;/i&gt;  is out now on &lt;i&gt;Island Records&lt;/i&gt;. The deluxe edition of the album  features a bonus DVD containing 16 “visualettes” directed by Christian  Lamb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczI2LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvYzEzNC9jYXRoZXJpbmVhbm5lZGF2aWVzLz9hY3Rpb249dmlldyZjdXJyZW50PXRvcmlsaXZlLmpwZw==" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/catherineannedavies/torilive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-1187728734900013983?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/1187728734900013983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/talking-sin-pianos-with-tori-amos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/1187728734900013983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/1187728734900013983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/talking-sin-pianos-with-tori-amos.html' title='Talking Sin &amp; Pianos with Tori Amos...'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-7431443393631313481</id><published>2009-02-26T21:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:55:48.187Z</updated><title type='text'>Update from the plague</title><content type='html'>I'm writing this to you from day 4 of 'The Plague', where I've been ignoring all advice from vocal coaches and steaming with tea tree oil to try and disinfect my body from the inside... So... between coughing up my pleura I thought it was about time I updated you all on what's been going on as a lot of people asked me at the EP launch when is the album coming out and what the hell have I been doing keeping you waiting for so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start recording again with the very talented mr. bernard butler and the wonderful mr. liam howe in a few weeks time after a month or so of being locked in a room with an orchestral score. They are both very busy and super in demand people so we're putting it all together bit by bit rather than having the luxury of intensive recording blocks at the moment. This past month and a half I have been completely immersed in preparing for the show at the Royal Festival Hall (which is tomorrow night, 27th Feb). Who could know just how long it would take to score two songs for an entire orchestra....? The show is almost sold out now (2000 people - eeek!) and there's going to be some hugely talented musicians sharing the&lt;br /&gt;stage who I've had the pleasure of working and collaborating with during my time as an Artist In Residence at the Southbank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the album... At this rate I may have enough tracks to fill three albums but I want it to be as perfect as possible rather than something I'm rushing out. Only having left University just over a year and a half ago this is the first time in my life I've been able to immerse myself so completely in writing and got to work with some of the people that I've admired for a long time.  I've also been playing with some other musicians - you can hear me singing on the forthcoming single 'Sit Down By The Fire' by The Veils  (which you can hear at their myspace) and I also got to go down to the last ever day that Olympic studios was open, and sang for The Holy Samanas in the huge orchestral room. Amazingly scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge thank you to everyone who has bought he EP so far and an especially big shout out to Steve Lamacq who has been giving it huge support on Radio 2. The EPs been really well received with some lovely pieces in the Daily Mirror, Dazed and Confused, Music Week, London Paper, Q... too. The cogs and wheels are already turning on the next mini release so you won't have to wait until the album is done to hear more. I'm going to be doing a video and everything and will be asking for your participation in this very shortly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm off to go and make another echinaecea cocktail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will let you know soon of my success in my mission to bring stage diving to the RFH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo catherine xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-7431443393631313481?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/7431443393631313481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-from-plague.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/7431443393631313481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/7431443393631313481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-from-plague.html' title='Update from the plague'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-2372140798629949981</id><published>2009-02-14T22:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:27:11.005Z</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Massacre</title><content type='html'>Thank you to everyone who made it down to the EP launch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if you got turned away at the door - we didn't expect it to be so full! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't manage to make it down, you missed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Frederick Blood-Royale's tribute to Lady Di.. via Elton John... genius.&lt;br /&gt;* Jeremy Warmsley forgetting the words to 'Time After Time' and being helped out by some very kind members of the audience&lt;br /&gt;*The theme to The Never Ending Story. No song better.&lt;br /&gt;*My mic cutting out for the last two lines of mine and Jeremy's duet of 'Yeah Oh Yeah' so the wife didn't actually get stabbed in the end..&lt;br /&gt;*People stealing the paper hearts and balloons from the walls as they left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for singing loud and proud to 'Turn Back Time', 'China In Your Hand' and&amp;nbsp; 'Since You've Been Gone'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vZHJvd25lZGluc291bmQuY29tL2luX2RlcHRoLzQxMzYyNDk=" target="_self"&gt;My Valentine's Mixtape&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/catherineannedavies/CADJOWO1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeremy and I pretending to murder each other Magnetic Fields style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/catherineannedavies/IMG00157.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred showing Lady Di &amp;amp; Elton some love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c134/catherineannedavies/IMG00100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who came to play and DJ&lt;br /&gt;much Valentine's love x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-2372140798629949981?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/2372140798629949981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/valentines-massacre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/2372140798629949981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/2372140798629949981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/valentines-massacre.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Massacre'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-8891896101478470727</id><published>2009-01-03T22:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:39:52.312Z</updated><title type='text'>this year/next year</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year I:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wrote 56 songs mostly about ------ and ----- and recorded (most of) them with Paul draper and Nitin Sawhney and blue may and some by myself&lt;br /&gt;- sold 500 copies of my ep on pre-order and make my fingers bleed stamping each and everyone by hand. Then had to make 500 more.&lt;br /&gt;- felt a little bit weird about getting reviewed in the daily mirror. felt better when i read the review.&lt;br /&gt;-promised myself i would learn how to play banjo PROPERLY. Failed miserably. spent too much time emailing instead&lt;br /&gt;-got asked to be artist in residence at the southbank centre and got to see Brian Wilson sing "god only knows"&lt;br /&gt;- finally succumbed to the mac and got myself a proper pro tools set-up so i can join in the geeky boy-conversations&lt;br /&gt;- gave the old dark side a chance and fell in love with the shins, didn't fall in love again but carried on torturing myself (mostly) about the same old same old, reinventing the contemporary malcontent&lt;br /&gt;- continued to successfully abstain from drinking until may, then august. fell into a vat of rum in December and drank myself through the entire tom waits back catalogue, watched five movies without actually watching them and made my left eye bleed,&lt;br /&gt;- went deaf in one ear for a day&lt;br /&gt;- played islington academy and drunk so much baileys before i even got on stage that it seemed like the room was swaying in time with each rush of blood&lt;br /&gt;- supported scout niblett in Brighton and tried to stop looking puzzled every time someone called her "Emma"&lt;br /&gt;- visited two aquariums and fell in love with a skate called mister ray.&lt;br /&gt;- got three buses to play a gig in hackney and got accidentally hit in the face with a flying guitar amp&lt;br /&gt;- got lost on hampstead heath&lt;br /&gt;- got lost in little venice&lt;br /&gt;- stood on a train platform in harrow wanting to die&lt;br /&gt;- didn't get invited to your birthday (you know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;- shouted and swore at some guys in the audience for talking only to find out later that they were actually shouting about how much they loved the music...&lt;br /&gt;- danced like a fool to old suede songs at "feeling gloomy" and gave myself whiplash whilst scaring the life out of Tim (probably)&lt;br /&gt;- cried so much i lost my voice but acquired two more tones in my upper range&lt;br /&gt;- played in front of a bazilion people with nitin sawhney at the royal festival hall&lt;br /&gt;- got to take a shower in the rfh dressing rooms before the builders had really finished...&lt;br /&gt;- acquired mysterious bruises but stopped feeling sick every time i ate.&lt;br /&gt;- had a terrible birthday (again)&lt;br /&gt;- played at the bbc electric proms&lt;br /&gt;- got my first national radio play and won the bbc introducing listeners' vote&lt;br /&gt;- felt disappointed in patrick wolf and the dresden dolls but played "videotape" by radiohead on repeat and became addicted to the shins&lt;br /&gt;- bought another piano even though i shouldn't/couldn't/will live to regret it&lt;br /&gt;- lusted after too many guitars and not enough boys&lt;br /&gt;- cried at the rufus wainwright old vic show when he played "the art teacher"&lt;br /&gt;- spent 15 days in hospital waiting rooms, waiting.&lt;br /&gt;- thought about dyeing my hair blonde at least four times then accidentally dyed it blonde by leaving in the highlighting lotion too long the day my dad's father died and it no longer seemed important to wash it off.&lt;br /&gt;- spent around a month of my time travelling on trains, mostly travelling backwards.&lt;br /&gt;- got given an iPod but never used it&lt;br /&gt;- hoped it would be fatal&lt;br /&gt;- thought about starting an emo super-group comprising solely of female musicians&lt;br /&gt;- listened too much and didn't demand enough&lt;br /&gt;- drank too much white wine in the sun at reading and became fixated by trent reznor's leather gloves and enjoyed lost prophets a little bit too much.&lt;br /&gt;- took too many taxis&lt;br /&gt;- spent an amazing and exhausting two weeks writing and rehearsing ten completely original compositions for the re-opening of the royal festival hall. almost learnt to love reggae.&lt;br /&gt;- got asked by Courtney Love to join her band. got scared and turned it down.&lt;br /&gt;- recorded a cover of The Magnetic Fields' "The Book of Love" on Christmas Eve and tried not to laugh too much whilst playing sleigh bells and making my friend Duncan sing really low backing vocals.&lt;br /&gt;- read about 250 books whilst finishing my doctorate. Felt old about finally leaving university but kept getting ID'd in the supermarket anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;- didn't get a proper job&lt;br /&gt;- wore fake eyelashes whilst holding imaginary cigarette holders that leave trace a ladder of smoke that leads to the stars...&lt;br /&gt;- nearly broke my guitar whilst wearing ridiculously high heels at the Jazz Cafe. because i could.&lt;br /&gt;- finally impressed my parents by being on the same album as Paul McCartney (out next year)&lt;br /&gt;- got addicted to rum and ginger beer which surpassed the cream soda and martini cocktail of the winter of 2004.&lt;br /&gt;- thought about emigrating to America, Iceland, Poland, Paris, the end of the garden.&lt;br /&gt;- didn't leave the country once&lt;br /&gt;- finally made it to iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;- blagged a comprehensive knowledge of the life and works of Sylvia Plath after being invited to sing and talk about her at the ICA not having read "The Bell Jar" for nearly 10 years because it made me feel so ghastly.&lt;br /&gt;- ran around in the butterfly house at London Zoo&lt;br /&gt;- got terrible skin for 3 months and finally empathized a little too late with all those girls at school...&lt;br /&gt;- started making mixtapes again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;next year-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i want to be in technicolor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-8891896101478470727?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/8891896101478470727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-yearnext-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/8891896101478470727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/8891896101478470727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-yearnext-year.html' title='this year/next year'/><author><name>Catherine AD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zU9VrTTtIg/TADruVmbXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rj-uCeiq_n4/S220/B%26Wcat1robertoedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745055329992495198.post-5552766749928827370</id><published>2008-06-25T22:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:38:12.303Z</updated><title type='text'>Meet me halfway... The year so far....</title><content type='html'>(I heart lists...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have hurled myself into a metal tube flying bird twice too many times. Messed up my back really badly on a long-haul back from LA-LA-land. Still Iceland beckons next week. ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;- saw the new year in by changing my outfit no less than 8 times and consuming way too much rum and ginger beer and then watching quantum leap with a hangover.&lt;br /&gt;- met my lovely manager Keith who tells me lots of funny stories about John Lydon (who he managed) which I hope are very true.&lt;br /&gt;- rediscovered stir-fries which enable me to pretend i can cook&lt;br /&gt;- managed to not even get a sun-tan the whole time i was in California by wearing ridiculous SPF40 and a huge Katherine Hepburn movie-star hat.&lt;br /&gt;- watched The National in Coachella desert as the sun was setting&lt;br /&gt;- possibly tested the patience of the very serene Jon Kelly by repeatedly asking him questions about what it was like to work with Kate Bush. Tried not to be scared by the fact that the very first thing you see in the studio is a gold disc of "Babooshka"... ( I have been recording some songs for the album)&lt;br /&gt;- rediscovered that i could play live in heels. Scuffed my favourite red patent Dorothy shoes in the process&lt;br /&gt;- played live on Radio 1 at the huge Maida Vale studios and didn't mess up once even though my hands were shaking. Just a little bit...&lt;br /&gt;- took the sleeper train there and back to Edinburgh to see Morrissey play. But didn't get much sleep. I get excited by the sight of bunk beds.&lt;br /&gt;- went to a birthday party in full funeral attire.&lt;br /&gt;- gave myself a horrible kidney infection by standing in nowt but a thin dress for a three hour photo shoot at Dennis Severs house. Great photos, but horrible hospital visit.&lt;br /&gt;- almost succumbed to committing GBH towards a certain "soundman" at a certain venue during a certain gig in central London. Many expletives were seen...&lt;br /&gt;- saw Martha Wainwright play at the tiny Pigalle club to about 50 people with nothing but her acoustic guitar and then supported her at the Queen Elizabeth Hall two days later wearing my new eyelashes and Primarni.&lt;br /&gt;- got drunk at Panic At The Disco and sang along all to ALL the words.&lt;br /&gt;- got to see the incredible Diamanda Galas at the QEH, although I missed the first three songs after I left my favourite cardigan in the restaurant but some horrid person had already stolen it... : (&lt;br /&gt;- drove round Beverly Hills on the back of a bus trying to spot all the bits from Pretty Women.&lt;br /&gt;- stood next to Agyness Deyn on the carpet at the NME Awards in LA, which made me feel like a midget. Queued next to Kelly Osbourne for the toilets who is in fact obscenely teeny-tiny.&lt;br /&gt;- managed to miss a once-in-a-lifetime live Sarah Silverman because of psychotic jet lag&lt;br /&gt;- Truly had the worst jetlag ever and probably went a little bit crazy but made myself feel better by buying up and eating most of Whole Foods gluten free aisle... walnut and chocolate chip cookies are made to be eaten by the packet.&lt;br /&gt;- drove through an ocean of wind turbines in the desert. Was disappointed by Prince at Coachella but blown away by Cut Copy &amp; The Verve and ate lots of sweet &amp; sour popcorn which is the best.&lt;br /&gt;- got a little bit excited about how good Crystal Castles were at The Great Escape even though it felt like my bones were thudding.&lt;br /&gt;- Decided bassoon was the new bass after seeing Valgeir Sigurdsson in a church.&lt;br /&gt;- spent four days in a chocolate box in Paris because they are always on strike. Everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;- started working on covers of the Deftones and a much requested Kylie song... seriously.&lt;br /&gt;- saw how not to play a covers gig by Cat Power at the Shepherds Bush Empire... was distinctly un-moved and very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;- obsessed about how much Adele's "Hometown Glory" has ripped off Yann Tiersen's Amelie soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;- Listened to Panda Bear "Bros", Panic at the Disco "Pretty. Odd" and Cut Copy''s "In Ghost Colours" about a trillion and three times&lt;br /&gt;- bought jeans with shiny lightning bolts and a my little pony t-shirt. I need nothing else for the studio.&lt;br /&gt;- made £100 worth of long distance phone calls in one drunken muddle&lt;br /&gt;- already spent several days plotting a Smashing Pumpkins style live extravaganza for Bush Hall show on August 7th&lt;br /&gt;- watched all four series of House in under two months of dedicated viewing. Learnt that it's never Lupus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745055329992495198-5552766749928827370?l=songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/feeds/5552766749928827370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/meet-me-halfway-year-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/5552766749928827370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745055329992495198/posts/default/5552766749928827370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songsfortheboywhowouldntreadrilke.blogspot.com/2009/12/meet-me-halfway-year-so-far.html' title='Meet me halfway... 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