Shall Owe Words

Of course, girls that sing like boys, boys that sing like boys, girls that sing like girls, and frankly anyone that falls somewhere between those cracks are also require. Of course, when composing the prior title I was speaking specifically about Jeff Hanson, who is quite amazing. The perfect music to perform that feet-back-to-earth move which is essential after a bizarrely enjoyable night out… the cure for deathly hangover… and the perfect accompaniment to a cup of tea.

There will never be anything as specifically powerful as a gender-fucking musician… the pure femininity and beauty of Antony (of Antony and the Johnsons), the oft-androgynous energy that spills over from any image of Mick Jagger, the pure rock eroticism channeled by one of my favourite locals, Kristy Apps, the unforgettable Bowie, and the unexpectedly angelic voice escaping from the soon-to-be-wed man that is Jeff Hanson, are but the first few examples that spring to mind.

Sadly, although these artists are, in my mind, all totes fantastic, I don’t believe I heard a single song from them during my travels through the cosmos of Fortitude Valley last night. Of course, I can’t claim to have been visiting the most music-orientated venues… ergh, the places I was attending last night were kinda trashy. Although they were filled with many, many attractive peoples of various shapes, sizes and genders, all of whom are most likely lovely, brilliant and possibly spectacularly original human beings, my general consensus upon entering one of these institutions is that far too many people are dancing. Sure, dancing is fun… but it should be administered in small, controlled doses by a qualified practitioner.

In reference to my opinions on dance, listen to another persons opinion… a rather famous person, actually, Mr Stephen Fry. His recent podcast, ‘Bored of the Dance‘ download, addresses this isses rather meaningfull. Enjoy.
Until next time… До сведания!