Friday, April 17, 2009

A lifetime of pain dramatically punctuated with occasional ecstasy

London can be horrible. If you’re not feeling too good and life has taken a funny turn or two, it can be an almost unbearable place to live. It’s always packed, hasty, rude and stressful but most of the time I can forgive it because it gives me thrills that I can’t imagine ever getting anywhere else in such quick succession. But carrying a heavy heart and an anxious head around in rainy, dirty bus stops and crowded trains is enough to make me think of impossible moves around the country and an easier life that I’ve no idea how to even picture.

But can I really complain when my hair smells of almond?

Devine & Statton - Ugly Town (mp3, 6 MB)

15 comments:

Pete Green said...

I thought this post was going to be about supporting Grimsby.

Feel better soon sparkly M. x

Marianthi said...

Everything I write on here is about supporting Grimsby, if you can read between the lines.

And thank you. x

Dimitra Daisy said...

I was going to suggest moving to the West Country (a favourite pastime of mine) but it is a long way from Grimsby. And mildly thrilling at best.

Oh well. I just have to visit more often.

xx

Heather said...

I often feel the same way about Manhattan. Not too drag the focus to another country or anything, but I know what you mean.

Heather said...

I mean, TO, not TOO. ugh.

Marianthi said...

Dimitra, mildly thrilling near the seaside sounds really lovely right now. And I'm not sure I'd want to move to Grimsby - that's taking supporting Town a bit too far.

Heather, I'm sure Manhattan must make you feel that way! The sentiment is not city- or country-specific at all. I'd just like to put my head down and disappear into prettier things that don't require constant patience.

xx

Mark said...

Nice and sunny in the West Country today...come on down!

Anonymous said...

HI Mari! Nice blog, I didn't knew you have one. Now I'll hear your podcasts! Gilberto Custódio.

Kippers said...

I've always liked the idea of living in London, but am afraid I'm strictly small town. I can imagine how it must get really claustrophobic at times, though, and how you'd want to get away. (I'm like that after about half a day there.)

Anyway, I'd recommend a dose of London by Frida Hyvönen as the ideal tonic for big city ambivalence (or something).

Marianthi said...

Thanks for the song! That always helps, doesn't it?

Christos said...

Listen to the beautiful Next Time Passions and you will see those "bright lit blue skies", darling. London will transform into Cape Bloom and your bus driver will be the modern gondolier of love! That's what I do on my way to work everyday. And dream, "for a dream, baby" as Vassilis used to sing...x

stoneroses said...

great music...
come and take a look at my blog...maybe you'll find some good stuff there...
hello from Normandy

makis said...

Γεια σου Μαριάνθη

What a great tune! This is so nice to remember songs like this one (along with the great cover of Bizarre Love Triangle in the same record).
Polla filia kai sto gondolierh ths agaphs (h Lilipoupoli exei afhsei shmadia...)

makis

nate bartlett said...

Hi

I love your blog site! We like a lot of similar music. I am starting something like this, an indiepop podcast and wanted to let you know...didn't really know how to get the word out there so I thought I'd just email people. Hope you can check it out some time:

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Thanks!
Nate

More About The Devil said...

Marianthi,

Check out todays post on the Devil's blog at www.besttuna.blogspot.com featuring some friends of yours The Fat Tulips. I hope you like it. Also I've linked to your blog and would love it if you could reciprocate.

Paul
aka The Devil