I've got nothing tonight. Nothing. But NaBloPoMoFo oblige, so I'm doing Katy's Desert Island discs Meme. For those who didn't spend their dismal, seventies Sunday mornings listening to Desert Island Discs and wishing they were dead, it's was a radio programme where a celebrity (fairly widely defined - on really bad days it might be a cricket umpire or similar) chose the 8 pieces of music they would take with them to a desert island, along with one book (excluding the Bible and Shakespeare - provided) and one luxury item (no humans or escape oriented tools, or, I think, anything permitting you to communciate with the outside world - correct, pedants?).
Firstly, let me say the first thing I would do on a desert island would be fall into a deep and impenetrable depression because - oh my fucking god, give me the sweet oblivion of death. That's worse than the worst kind or rural outrage my parents used to perpetrate on me. Well, maybe not worse than the island of Eigg, because really, nothing could be. It was a living death. But definitely worse than, for instance, Ardnamurchan, or the Lake District. At least there was some prospect of escape, fudge and the odd tea room. I hate places with no shops. And cafés. And pollution. Oh, and do you remember I hate sand? So, my musical choices are correspondingly upbeat, in general. To snap me out of it. Ha. As if.
I've assumed we're talking singles for pop. Albums is too easy, and also cheating.
1. The Primitives - Crash. Perfect 2 minute bouncy pop. It's a bit wasteful to choose something so short but it has this fantastic opening that you just can't help flailing around to. It reminds me of being, like, fifteen or something, but the good bits. The bits about spending every Saturday in Rough Trade records on Goodramgate looking at obscure EPs and feeling terribly grown up and having all that hope and crazy ambition and thinking that something AMAZING is on the verge of happening to you (but in fact spending the day - and, indeed, whole years - slumping around the house and eating custard in front of Casualty).
2. Pulp - Common People. Again, it's up-tempo pop with an bit of an edge. And I love Jarvis Cocker's voice. And it's so very English. It's the kind of grubby, sarky English that I worship.
3. Bob Marley - African Herbman I agonised about what Bob Marley to take. Every one in my family loves Bob, three generations worth of us. I warn you, I'll probably come back and change track, like, five hundred times. The CFO had a crappy old bootleg tape with just the best early Bob Marley on it when we first me, and sadly we've lost it and I can't find a replacement with the same track listing. Dammit! Anyway; even though the Space Cadette hates this one, it reminds me of finally having something in common with this bizarre small French person who kept insisting on taking me out on bizarre non-dates to DIY shops and for lunch with his Grandma and speaking to me in appalling broken English.
4. The Strokes - Sometimes. There had to be something from Is This It. They're all great for thrashing around your bedroom/desert island to, pretty much, but this just edges it over New York City Cops.
5. Joni Mitchell - Carey Blue is the album, the piece of music that reminds me most of my mum. I couldn't listen to it for a long time after she died, and the CFO put it on one day in Paris and suddenly I heard Little Green blasting out and I just collapsed in a heap. It's funny - it's not what she listened to most; she listened to more classical music, but I think it reminds me of when she was younger and I was tiny and she listened to Joni, and Joan Armatrading and Emmylou Harris and the rest and was full of youth and optimism and free lurve whilst still being my mum. She would have been about my age, I think when she was listening to this, so it's resonant now, but it's also my childhood wrapped up in a song. So I love it.
6. Regina Spektor - On the Radio Just because she's great, and mental and funny and this is fantastic song. And the Space Cadette introduced me to Regina Spektor. AND Vampire Weekend. Yes, without my sister I would still be living in 1986. Vampire Weekend just lost out here. It was such a close call between this and Walcott, but I've got loads of thrashy guitar pop already.
7. Jack Johnson - Damn, this was hard too. Mudfootball, Taylor or Flake? Something from Brushfire Fairytales anyway. Argh. Bubble Toes. Maybe. For that lyric that goes "When you move like a jellyfish, rhythm don't mean nothing you go with the flow you don't stop'. Again, this is going to keep me up all night. The CFO is already tutting and saying "they aren't REALLY sending you do a desert island. Unfortunately".
8. Nina Simone - Ain't Got No (I got life) live. Incredible voice, incredible energy. It's got this totally irresistible energy towards the chorus and it just builds and builds orgasmically. I haven't found a version as good as mine (Lady Blue In Concert) to link to and I think without this version you just won't get it. I sound like such a wanker don't I. This is the song, but without the mad energy.
Obviously, I could agonise over this for ever. I am forcing myself to stop. And I keep saying "energy" don't I? I think I am hoping that if I type the word often enough I will get some by osmosis. At least enough to get up off the sofa of evil and go to bed.
Ok. Um, book. Yeah, that's going to be so much easier. Bollocks. I want a Nancy Mitford anthology. Yeah, I might as well get real. I'll want descriptions of frivolous nonsense on this stupid island and not a dissection of nineteenth century anomie ( The Man Without Qualities, I'm looking at your dusty abandoned form).
Luxury. My bed. I'm going to be catatonic with despair, I might as well do it in comfort. I love my bed. Mmm. Bed. Imagine me in my island hell, alternating between ineptly moshing around to guitar based pop and weeping in my vast comfortable bed, made out of luxury marshmallow fluff. Bed. Now there's a good idea.
I nominate anyone who fancies it, as ever, but Marie, I think you should because of being into music and all, innit. Belette? You might enjoy it too.
Please, let this never happen to me. Please?