So as you may have assumed I would, I’ve purchased a lot of the songs that have been played on my favorite show. Last night, I submitted my playlist to iTunes as an iMix. So you can buy them now too if you’d like without searching for them separately.
(When you click on the link, give it a minute, it connects to apple & then it will automatically open your iTunes and take you to the iMix in the store.)
In the (beautiful, btw) song “Waterfall” by Griffin House, there is a moment when he sings “Hold on to your love, it might not be coming back…” that …SOUNDS so much LIKE… when Sarah McLachlan sings “It’s a long way down, to the place where we started from” in “Ice Cream.”
Something about the downward progression of the melody and the timing/rhythm of it is just sooooo similar.
Wow, I don’t think I’ve listened to Sarah in a year or two. Definitely took a while (and some serious Pod investigating) to figure out what song I was humming…
The seat had been moulded to the contours of another body and it felt strange underneath him. The key was in the ignition with a metal loop hanging from it from which depended in turn three other keys to doors he would never go through.
–from “The Quarry” by Damon Galgut.
I really like the image of keys that open doors that he will never go through; keys that will never again be used. Do keys with no doors (a.k.a. “purpose”) cease to be “keys” and become something else?
Africa. Summer. A murder, a fire, a circus. Dark and brooding. Slim, concise. Lots of solitude and alone-ness, some chosen, some not. Identities stolen, crimes misattributed, things concealed, things admitted. Some longer chapters broken up by many short and choppy others. Lots of dust and heat and listlessness.
Sometimes confusing pronoun usage (purposely I think). Often left to the reader’s interpretation which he “he” is. At one point, something happened to a “he” that, I thought, had to be one of three certain “he” people. Yet if I interpreted later chapters correctly, it couldn’t have been any of those three it happened to. So to whom? (And at one point, the book said “Ho” when I’m pretty sure it meant “He”. Otherwise, one of the “he” characters was named “Ho” but, if you ignore that, we don’t ever find out that particular dude’s name (we do know the others) and pretty sure we’re not meant to so I think it must have been a misprint.)
Had read a previous Galgut “The Good Doctor” from the Booker short list a few years back and if you search this page for “Galgut” you can see my brief comments.
1) Hiccups and
2) Hives.
But thankfully NOT Hickeys, although there was a time…
Honestly this movie was not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Even suspenseful at times, at least to a scaredy cat like me. I’ve definitely seen worse!! Plus it’s total eye candy: Paul Walker = hot. Jessica Alba = hot. All swimsuits and open seas. What’s not to like?
Ah, for the salad days of living in flipflops, board shorts and tees. Someone find me a sugar daddy, pronto! I’m living the wrong life!
Went up to Old Town to hear one of Amanda’s favorite bands Crooked Still. Rachael, I think you would really love this band! They play old American folk standards (all about bandits and hooligans and whores and murder and mayhem), with a combination of blues-y, rock, bluegrass styles. Cello, double-bass, banjo and vocalist. Very sparse arrangements yet they just fill up the place with sound. Really intriguing. Rockin’ out.
Followed by Karan Casey, an Irish vocalist, who plays a mix of traditional and new. Fuller accompaniments. Very full strong soprano. Some real heartbreakers. Quite lovely. Bonus, her pianist was a) totally hot and b) a great pianist. His little solo set in the middle of the show: the “jig” was amazing!
My parents gave me this for Christmas (along with this) both selections from The Rue Morgue Press, a small publishing house in Colorado that’s reprinting old mysteries from the 30s and 40s. (I’ve now got an entire list I need to order!!)
A completely ditzy-blonde society deb-type marries a vicar, moves to his small-town, and finds herself embroiled in mystery when his curate is murdered on Christmas Eve. There’s illegitimate children and blackmail and poison and a secret service agent…and so much more.
Quick easy read. Lots of fun! If you like old mysteries (Agatha Christie?) or new mysteries written like those of old (Jacqueline Winspear or the Laurie King Russell/Holmes series) then you need to check out the offerings from The Rue Morgue!!
Bedford wrote one of my very, very favorite books “The Houdini Girl” which for a long time I thought was his only book; as it turns out, he’s very hard to find in the US and in fact I bought this one in the UK.
Mysterious and spooky. A “dowser” (which I would have called a “diviner” but not sure if that’s a UK vs. US thing or just a “depends where you heard about it” thing). A myth hunter. A climber. A reporter. A strange quest. A connection made, and then broken.
Really entrancing and beautiful. Some brutal bits. Lovely.