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Working at the jazz club was amazing - so many nice people and incredibly talented musicians! Also, I didn't have a nametag made so I was temporarily Dolores. I felt like I should wear big glasses and have a cat. No offense if your name is Dolores. Although, if your name is Dolores and you wear big glasses and have a cat, then please tell me so, that would be cool.

I don't really have a plan for this post, but I saw that it had been a week and I needed to vent and voila. First thing's first, the new Gotye album, Making Mirrors, is beautiful. I also like that the downloadable version came with the little booklet (in a file) with beautiful hand-painted pictures by Gotye. He is a just a bundle of creativity and buttons that make weird noises. I am in love with him.
Also, Marina and the Diamonds, who, although she has been quiet for a while, has never left my musical mind's eye! She has just come out with a bunch o' new songs, one of which I posted last time. Her even newer song Radioactive (listen to it here) is very different to her usual things, although she too is mad creative and so a lot of her 'usual' songs are very weird and wonderful. But this is not necessarily a bad thing. I like the song, and her with blonde wig.
More music! I am currently listening to Swear & Shake, whose EP I downloaded for free from some website ages ago. They are lovely and have a surprisingly unique sound. Favourite song is Johnnie. Download for FREE right here, and see their website here.

I am feeling a little bit philosophical (don't judge me) so I am going to ramble about books.

You own a computer. I know it. This is not only because I stalk each and every one of you (duh), but because, in our generation, not having a computer is like not having a lung; you are prone to fits of suffocation and it makes everything a lot more difficult in general. It also makes the prospect of exercise a lot harder.

The point is that in our electronic world, books are becoming things of the past. Borders closed. BORDERS. I have very fond memories of the Borders in Brighton - it was small in area but went up about 5 levels and was carpeted all in red and had big window seats where you could grab a book and just relax, or just watch life go by below you. My mum always used to drag us in there to find some book or another, but if you weren't restless and impatient it was a nice place to be. Borders was another world, full of pages and warmth. I was really sorry to see it go.

Because you don't get the same feeling on an iPad, or iPhone or iWhatever. It's cold and your finger leaves a mark, and the screen is bright white and the words are too black and it doesn't smell of anything, nothing at all. It's not like holding anything, it's empty and it isn't yours. I think that's what bothers me the most about the whole thing. A book is yours, even if it doesn't physically belong to you. You hold it and turn the pages and the way you read it is fully yours and free from distraction or contamination. Reading Harry Potter on an iPad means that you are only one hand movement away from IMDB, where you will see the actors in their hollywood gear, or the website for Harry Potter World, where everything you imagined or thought of is standardised to what everyone else imagines it to be. Then it's not your experience, but something the internet produced. I don't want that.
I love and hate the marks on books, the creases and folds that you don't mean to make but just happen. I think I love them more than I hate them though. At least they're something you can touch and hold and admire. Words mean something. So they should feel like something.

That's what I think. But I have always been a bookworm.

Happy Friday.