Friday, 7 August 2009

Friday...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9

Have you noticed that the first four beats of "Filmstar" by Suede match "Caught A Lite Sneeze" by Tori Amos nearly exactly?

One immediately wonders who copied whom?

'Sneeze' was released in 96, 'Filmstar' in '97.

If you want more music trivial weirdness, listen to the last two beats of Vangelis's song Pulstar. Those two odd noises basically form the percussion riff to Christina Aguilera's "Dirrty".

I love this musical shit.

(Backstory: I am tired, I have been working nights and you can fill in where you think which part goes where...)

To unwind, it's around 7pm-ish and I am downloading and listening to music in iTunes.

When I was around 17 I stole my mum's credit card and nicked money from her account. I was caught by my dad and he marched (drove) me down to the ATM to get the money I had nicked from mum, out of my account.

I am not kidding; the song on the radio at the time was Tori Amos's "Cornflake Girl."

This is dinkum true because I've since made peace with my parents about it and told them that, while I was bust and they were threatening to take me to the police station, on the way to the bank there was a song on the car radio going...

This is not really happening...
This is not really happening...
You bet your life it is...
You bet your life...

etc.


My parents like to think I stole money from them because I was going to raves and being crazy and doing wild (heteronormative) things. That's why, in a sense, I think they let me get away with it for so long.

I mean, you'd start to notice if wads of cash started to disappear from your wallet?

The reality was that I was stealing loads from them so that me and this guy from school could afford to hang with each other after class. I was the one who always offered to pay at this milkshake bar*, if he came along too.

* = this isn't some dreamt-up Hannah Montana fantasy, it's true!

He used to think that I came from a mega-wealthy family because I always had fistfuls of moola. The pathetic thing was that it was usually all stolen from Mum and Dad.

And there's the lesson about unrequited love - despite us getting very close, he's now married with a child. I thank Facebook for those two little facts.

Um... Oh god. I'm dredging up more fucking shit. Can I dump it on you tomorrow?

In the last 24 hours I've been asleep for three. I watch the British Airways advert; where families meet - and I burst into tears.

It's called exhaustion. It's called Time To Sleep.

2 comments:

Willy Nelly Ding Dong said...

"Married with a kid" shouldn't stop you now, should it Bobbo?

Bobby Cox said...

I never responded to this comment. How goddam rude.
Who are you?