We went to see ‘In the Loop’ yesterday. It was very good, just as I suspected it was going to be. Some wonderfully creative swearing. (Malcolm Tucker ends an angry phone conversation with a bark of ‘fuckity bye!’) and a rare opportunity to see my workplace on film (the building can be seen briefly in a couple of scenes). We saw the film at the Odean in Camden and had to wander through crowds of dressed up,pissed up young Camden Crawl goers (quite few of them were dressed like Vince Noir) afterwards.
Moving seamlessly on, here's another story about misheard song lyrics (which has nothing to do with films, but my mentioning Camden in that last paragraph it least gives it some kind of indie pop based continuity):
In '95 The Stone Roses released their second album, the pompously titled The Second Coming. Within the space of a few short weeks it went from being the most eagerly anticipated second album of all time (according to the NME) to the mostly disappointing second album of all time (according to the NME). It was an ok-ish indie rock record. The fans didn’t really want that. They pretty melodies. They wanted to sing along with pretty tunes with nasty lyrics. Basically, they wanted the first Stone Roses album.
The first single from the album was ‘Love Spreads’, which wasn‘t too bad and became a bit of an indie floor-filler. It had some funkiness to it and a very loud Led Zep style guitar solo. I was a teenager with daisies tipp-exed on her Doc Martins. I liked to wear thick black tights and stomp around to the latest indie pop with my hands behind by my back (this was the default dance move, which could be broken up with some head banging to the rockier stuff and of course the curious ‘indie Charleston’ which was reserved entirely for ‘The Lovecats’ and no other song). Thankfully, my hometown had an indie disco which gave me the opportunity to do both on a regular basis.
Said indie night managed to get hold of a pre-release (in the sense that Lamacq had played it on the Evening Session on Radio One, but it was not, as yet, available in Our Price) copy of ‘Love Spreads’ . When they put in on, I’d dance. Having got into The Stone Roses a bit late, I was only just getting into the first album, but I liked the riff on Love Spreads and was prepared not only to dance to it but also to sing along at the same time. The chorus to 'Love Spreads' features the line ‘the messiah is my sister.’ But for some reason, I’d always heard it as something else. Something very silly. Something even sillier than ‘the messiah is my sister’. So, there I was, down at the disco singing ‘Love Spreads’ and every time it got to that bit in the chorus I’d bellow, ‘the lasagne is my sister.’ I realised the truth about the lyrics soon afterwards. And even though there’s no way anyone would have heard me singing the wrong words at the indie night, I was still a bit embarrassed. That special kind of teenage embarrassment. Which makes you wince every time you turn your head.
I’m going to a hen night tonight (bok bok). I may drink cider and sob about my youth. I suspect I won’t, though.
*My proposed title for an all rabbit-remake.
The first single from the album was ‘Love Spreads’, which wasn‘t too bad and became a bit of an indie floor-filler. It had some funkiness to it and a very loud Led Zep style guitar solo. I was a teenager with daisies tipp-exed on her Doc Martins. I liked to wear thick black tights and stomp around to the latest indie pop with my hands behind by my back (this was the default dance move, which could be broken up with some head banging to the rockier stuff and of course the curious ‘indie Charleston’ which was reserved entirely for ‘The Lovecats’ and no other song). Thankfully, my hometown had an indie disco which gave me the opportunity to do both on a regular basis.
Said indie night managed to get hold of a pre-release (in the sense that Lamacq had played it on the Evening Session on Radio One, but it was not, as yet, available in Our Price) copy of ‘Love Spreads’ . When they put in on, I’d dance. Having got into The Stone Roses a bit late, I was only just getting into the first album, but I liked the riff on Love Spreads and was prepared not only to dance to it but also to sing along at the same time. The chorus to 'Love Spreads' features the line ‘the messiah is my sister.’ But for some reason, I’d always heard it as something else. Something very silly. Something even sillier than ‘the messiah is my sister’. So, there I was, down at the disco singing ‘Love Spreads’ and every time it got to that bit in the chorus I’d bellow, ‘the lasagne is my sister.’ I realised the truth about the lyrics soon afterwards. And even though there’s no way anyone would have heard me singing the wrong words at the indie night, I was still a bit embarrassed. That special kind of teenage embarrassment. Which makes you wince every time you turn your head.
I’m going to a hen night tonight (bok bok). I may drink cider and sob about my youth. I suspect I won’t, though.
*My proposed title for an all rabbit-remake.
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