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iiiiiiiiit's the Friday Five!

1. What drinking water do you prefer -- tap, bottle, purifier, etc.?
Diet Coke

2. What are your favourite flavor of chips?
Walker's Chicken flavour, or Wotsits or the dead expensive Thai Spices ones.

Or sometimes Pickled Onion Monster Munch, which is the food of the gods, if those particular gods were lardarsed, Big Brother-watching English white trash, like me.

3. Of all the things you can cook, what dish do you like the most?
Smoked salmon cut into ribbons, fresh tagliatelle, chopped fine beans, cubed feta. Mix. Get green salad and crusty fresh bread. Drink wine. Eat.

4. How do you have your eggs?
Boiled, runny, with soldiers.

5. Who was the last person who cooked you a meal? How did it turn out?
Leaving aside the canteen at work, which is a hideousness that ought not to be spoken of, Tina. Thai prawn curry. It was gorgeous.


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lilydale is up to #8 in her list of songs in the 31 Songs-inspired project, and musesfool had a wonderful entry the other day about how music stops for you at a certain point and it's hard to get invested in new sounds. I am very behind the times, so here, in an attempt to catch up, are songs #2 and #3.

#2 The Beatles, Please Please Me

I think it was inevitable that the Beatles would figure somewhere in the list because I love them. I think at some point people divide into Beatles people and Stones people -- you can love both but adore only one. (Then of course, you subdivide into John people, Paul people etc. Me, I am a Ringo. No, worse. I'm Ringo's *roadie* That's how creative I am right now)

There are literally scores of Beatles tracks I could point to as my favourite. When I was younger I loved I Am The Walrus most and I think the version of And Your Bird Can Sing on the anthology has more pure joy in it than almost anything else ever committed to vinyl.

Some days I like the soothing, bland simplicity of Across The Universe, some days I over-identify with Help! and on some days, when I am snowboarding the hormonal Alps with my bootlaces tied together, In My Life and Julia make me cry. I think it's the lyric "Half of what I say is meaningless, but I say it just to reach you..."


I think that my favourite on more days than all the others is Please Please Me. Not, I should emphasise, because it's the best song. It's not even the best early single.

I read somewhere that Please Please Me contains an echo of a 1932 Bing Crosby number that Julia used to sing to the young John Lennon when he was living in Menlove Avenue, and that john imagined Roy Orbison singing a very slow version of it. I can certainly imagine Orbison singing the hell out of the top harmony on the second please of the chorus.

Being John Lennon, though, he could not leave any song without some kind of subtext. The lyrics are certainly about sexual gratification; the Village Voice went so far as to claim that they were about oral sex.

I am absolutely certain that all these meanings passed my mother by when she used to sing this to me. < g >

My mother adored music when she was younger and spent much of her allowance and later her wages on records. She had the original Elvis 33s, now worth a hell of a lot of money -- but my aunt got rid of them without her knowledge after a family argument. She also had all the Beatles 45s, but my dad taped those and sold them, much against her will (which is entirely typical of him, but anyway)

One of the happiest memories of my childhood is when she would put those tapes on in the kitchen when my dad was away at sea, and we would sing the harmonies on Please Please Me while we cooked or cleaned up or brushed the dog. (You couldn't do it when my dad was there, he complained about the noise or asked her to do chores)

So yes. there are other Beatles songs that I like better, but none that is more dear to me.

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In other news, if the flatmate does not stop giving me the mardyarse face because I *dare* to be at home when she is, there will be ructions of a most unpleasant type. Though I do need to stop doing it to her too, I suppose, because I do like her. I just wish she would get a 9-5 job so we'd be in at different times.

Also, she is on the phone ALL THE TIME. Our last phone bill for one month was 88 quid. *88* QUID for one month. A tenner of it was mine.

Living with other people is hard. Particularly when your inner devil keeps muttering "MY house" and you were an only child.

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Oops. Song #3 later

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qowf
May. 16th, 2003 08:43 am (UTC)
What is this project?

And, I'm coming your way in late July. Details to follow privately. Just me. Maybe N. But now, just me.
infinitemonkeys
May. 16th, 2003 02:06 pm (UTC)
Nick Hornby wrote a book called 31 Songs, in which he wrote essays about songs he loved. That's the project. Write about 31 songs you love. It's like the meme that keeps on giving. Or something.

And, I'm coming your way in late July. Details to follow privately. Just me. Maybe N. But now, just me.

Come stay. N is welcome too. We'll work it out.
qowf
May. 16th, 2003 02:07 pm (UTC)
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Excellent. We shall, then.

I'm trying to find frickin' lodging in the wedding resort town which is turning into a bitch.

Wish me luck.
corianderstem
May. 16th, 2003 09:06 am (UTC)
Fabulous discourse on the Beatles. Great choice, indeed. And a big steaming plate of WORD for the joy on "And Your Bird Can Sing." I didn't hear it until late in my Beatles-loving career, and I just love it now.
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lilydale
May. 16th, 2003 09:30 am (UTC)
I didn't even understand half your answers to the Friday Five (soldiers?) but I enjoyed reading them anyway. *g* I really must get to the store here that sells Roast Chicken crisps because I love those things.

Hooray for the song project! Good & interesting choice. You will see one of the other Beatles songs you mentioned in my list (and I'd even noted it before seeing you mention it here!).
infinitemonkeys
May. 16th, 2003 01:41 pm (UTC)
Seriously, no soldiers? What do you call it when you have a boiled egg and you dip thin strips of bread into the yolk? Apart from "messy"? *g*
lilydale
May. 16th, 2003 02:25 pm (UTC)
If soldiers were avilable to eat here, particularly with eggs, which I quite enjoy, I probably would have heard of them before. *g* I think that "messy" is the word that would be used. Or perhaps "painting" since it sounds like the bread would make a good paintbrush and the yolk would make good paint.
thassalia
May. 16th, 2003 10:49 am (UTC)
One of the happiest memories of my childhood is when she would put those tapes on in the kitchen when my dad was away at sea, and we would sing the harmonies on Please Please Me while we cooked or cleaned up or brushed the dog.

Such a lovely image, beautifully described. I love it when you post about music. It makes me all giddy and happy, especially when the music has a personal connection as well.
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