Files are usually up for three or four days. I know that seems like a short time, but I post a lot of individual songs that I host on my own site, so I can only have so much up at once. I host the songs myself so you can avoid file sharing services that are full of advertising, some of it quite nasty.
So I have to watch the cost of hosting, as well as link-hijacking by unscrupulous bloggers (you know, where people take the links and use them without credit on their own blog). I'm flattered, really, but it comes out of my pocketbook and I'm trying to save up for a Prada bag.
If you find a song that's been taken down and you're really sad, let me know, and if there's sufficient demand I will try to repost it.
"Her days of precious freedom, forfeited long before. To live such fruitless years behind a guarded door. But those days will last no more."
I once listened to the original Fairport Convention version of this Sandy Denny song on endless repeat for an entire weekend. I know that sounds like the typical thing for a sad little goth girl to do at the weekend - right up there with haunting the market stalls for rare Nick Cave dolls. Well, a girl can't spend all of her time fucking in Highgate Cemetery after hours. Believe me, I've tried. I never encountered the Highgate Vampire, which is lucky for him because I would be revved up and ready to stake him good and proper. Nothing tops off an evening of moaning in the moonlight like some serious slayage.
Well, whatever. Music is good too, right? My Fotheringay weekend was mad crazy magic where I viddied the transformative power of music for the first time. So here is my potion of four versions of this song as I stand near the window where the light is strong, hoping I put a spell on you.
Now you can listen to this blog without leaving the page. I know, right? About bloody time!
Just click on the little blue arrow to start the song and then the red square to stop it. The artist and title link still functions for playing and downloading. I've checked all the current songs and everything plays fine, but please let me know if you have any trouble.
Plastiscines ~ Alchimie Plastiscines ~ No Way Plastiscines ~ Pop In, Pop Out! from LP1 by Plastiscines
French Music Monday returns with the first installment of L'integrale by ZouZou. This 21 track CD was issued by BMG/Vogue (France) in 2003. I'll post four songs from this collection every Monday for the next few weeks.
ZouZou ~ Il est parti comme il etait venu (Benjamin/Jacques Dutronc) ZouZou ~ Je vais reve ZouZou ~ Ne cherche pas ZouZou ~ Puisque tu es revenu (Danielle Ciarlet/Jacque Dutronc)
I'm resting comfortably in St James Infirmary. Dr Moz says I should heal without any scars, but he won't stop looking up my skirt. The rehabilitation regime is target practice with celibate rifles. If I stand on tiptoes, I can look through the bars and watch the young people on the High St, advancing all electric like packs of dogs assaulting the glass fronts of Love Me Avenue. Any day now . . .
I've been sick and I can't paint while I recover, so I'm reposting the blog archive, including all the silly, random, screwed-up posts. I know, right? There are several hundred entries, so this project will take some time. I'm starting with the most recent posts and working back. I will also re-up the music links when I can. If there is something you missed just let me know and I'll see if I still have it.
I'll also be posting some new stuff, like this recent Múm B side or whatever these things are called now.