I’ve been listening a bit to Scott Walker. I am the kind of person that can fall in love with a voice and Walker would have to have one of the best male singing voices I’ve ever heard. So far only listened to Scott sings Jacques Brel; a flemish dude. It would be too much to expect to find a noraebang (kareoke joint) that had the song, ‘Jackie’ on the machine, but maybe when I get to that big old singing practice room in the sky, where there are golden tamborines for everyone and the little cans of carbonated beverage are never-ending–maybe I can cavort around and sing it there.
I’m going to start compiling a list for when that day comes:
Jackie – the Scott Walker version
I’m Straight – Jonathan Richman & The Modern Lovers
Ordinary World – Duran Duran
the Black Velvet Flag version of the Suicidal Tendencies song, Institutioinalised
…and so on.
Apropos of nothing, have you heard of Abkhazia?
It’s getting near to that time when I need to get a haircut. The place I’d been going to has become tiresome beacuse they keep putting the hard word on me to find one of the loser hairdressers a man from australia. It takes a lot of time and energy when the amount of mutually recognised language is almost nil. Last time they drew me a picture with stick figures depicting the hairdresser, me and ‘friend from hoe-jew’ (australia).
There’s a new place in town called, “The Sham Poo”. I’ll give them a try.