The head cold I mentioned a few posts back took advantage of yesterday’s round of snow shoveling to insinuate itself into my bronchial passages. As a consequence, I’m feeling a bit lousy today and not up to my customary levels of inspired posting. In fact, I think I’ll just hand things over to Kylie today, with a topically relevant song and its accompanying music video.
Kylie Minogue – Breathe (from Impossible Princess, 1997) – I got a lot of shit from a Diamanda Galás-loving friend of mine for saying I loved this song. Hey, misery and angst are fine, but I wouldn’t want to live in a world where they’ve completely supplanted dreamy dance pop.
One of my wiser drama professors, commenting on the works of Ibsen, Strindberg, and the like, once said “While it’s important to understand the significance of these plays and playwrights, it’s also important to understand that most people do not want to watch three hours of Scandinavian misery when they visit the theater.”
My wife taped the video for “Breathe” (and the one for “Did It Again”) ten or so years ago off of a pan-Asian music show that used to run on the International Channel without first realizing who the singer actually was. Reassessment of our opinions regarding Kylie and some import CD purchases soon followed.
(The show was also responsible for my love of Thai pop, but that’s a matter for a future post. Maybe.)
Sunday, March 18, 2007
the ache is in my bones
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Labels: dance pop, honey is more nourishing than barbed wire is, illness, laziness
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