Walking in the middle of Hampstead Heath, an American guy came up to me and said “hey, how do I get out of here?”, I said “well, that depends where you need to go”, and he looked at me like I was some fucking Alice in Wonderland character.

My cat doesn’t screech at other cats who come into our garden but rather she just sort of balefully wails at them with the tone of an elderly Italian grandmother putting a curse upon somebody.

My people are people who hate the Lumineers and who recognise Grizzly Bear’s ‘Yellow House’ as being one of the strangest and most original albums of the 21st century.

Compositionally, ‘Home’ is closer to ‘Baby Shark’.

RT @NewYorker: The neurologist Oliver Sacks found that the social-media era resembles a neurological catastrophe on a gigantic scale. https….

The proper ground zero for those three acts, for stomp-clap stadium and coffee shop folk pop, was the first two Arcade Fire albums. That had that energy, rhythms and widescreen scale, but were v good; they simply sucked everything interesting out of it and replicated it for radio.

The production and styles and instrumentation and ambience of any Bon Iver release is closer to something like late Talk Talk than folk or pop; Fleet Foxes from the get-go would have the sort of bizarre chord arrangements of late Beatles or Bowie over oblique song structures.

You can only argue this stuff by sounding like a 15 year old online passionately arguing about atheism but nonetheless, seven thousand of you are idiots! Idiots!.

I can rarely be bothered arguing about music but this is just such total fucking nonsense that it’s made me upset. Those are two avant acts in composition and form; the latter two, like this bullshit song, are the most simplistic jumpy nursery rhyme pop in folk disguise.

The whole argument that it’s about “wealthy people advocating for policies that their privilege protects them from” is berserk because that is wealthy right-wing people, that is David Cameron enforcing austerity, and to think anything otherwise is fucking mental.

It’s basically incoherent, it has no real explanatory power at all. The “Etonian Communist” sort is vanishingly rare in real life; most the people it tends to describe (“wokeists”, whatever) tend to be more working class kids that make it to good unis.

RT @lionel_trolling: "luxury beliefs" is the dumbest idea the right wing infosphere has come up with in a while and that's saying something.

Very stimulating.

Had a vast realisation about myself while listening to a Jung podcast, now totally healed from childhood. Thank you all for your patience.

RT @BretVDB: “Clear water in a brilliant bowl,.Pink and white carnations. The light.In the room more like a snowy air,.Reflecting snow. A n….

Last night I dreamt I was a teenager again and trying to get some other more bratty teenager to walk with me to some place because our parents wanted us to be there and he was going “nuh uh” and I hated and envied him, and then I was in a crowd being chased by a wolf.

👇👇👇This person’s dreams are telling them truths they don’t want to hear 👇 👇👇.

It’s interesting listening to The Clash’s ‘Straight to Hell’ after this; the sample sounds exactly the same, and yet the tone’s entirely different. It’s such a desolately melancholic song.

RT @JoyceCarolOates: the thoughtfulness & delicate maneuvering of this kitty is typical of cats. by contrast, a d*g would overturn the ent….

But could my desire itself be merely the desire to be desired? Were we only sharing a mutual emptiness – indeed, as Lacan said, is love only giving something you don’t have to someone who doesn’t want it? Are ice skeletons vulnerable to fire arrows, and also vice versa?.

Autofictional novel in a detached, savvy tone about a Oxbridge grad publishing intern in a flatshare in Dalston and an ambivalent ménage-a-trois trying to figure out who they are and what they want in life and also a stolen amulet has led London to be overrun by skeleton warriors.