Latest few albums that I have bought… not quite sure what the rationale behind purchasing them was. I just decided to buy some albums and these were the ones I ordered…

Jack Johnson - On and On What can you say. Just fantastic Jack Johnson all the way. Turn out the lights, light some candles, get a glass of wine, and put some Jack on the stereo… and relax!

Pink - I’m Not Dead I loved this! This is my first real exposure to Pink, and I loved the album. it’s pretty much complete in every way. Some great tracks, the singles obviously, but also tracks like; ‘Dear Mr President’, ‘I’m not Dead’ and ‘Fingers’. The only downside on it is the track on the end which was written by her father, and they both recorded together. The track ‘I have seen the rain’, is great; it’s an acoustic Vietnam Vet song, and they perform it beautifully. th eonly problem is that there is 30 seconds of pink talking about the recording of the song, at the beginning of it. I wish she had added the dialogue as a track so that I could skip it!

Christina Aguilera - Back To Basics I liked this album a lot. I don’t think I like it quite as much as ‘Stripped’, but then it always hard to follow a fantastic album. It is on the whole, a very rounded 2cds of great songs

Prince - 3121 I like the album, in a “it’s Prince” kind of way. There is nothing fantastic about it. It has a few good moments toward the end, like ‘Fury’, but on the whole, it’s, well, Prince… I felt this with his last album, he just seems to be stagnating or going backwards. You here the same themes, the same instruments, the same riffs. It’s like he’s been so prolific that he’s actually done everything that Prince can do. What he really needs to do is to work with some fresh talent and let go of some of his control. So Prince, if you are reading, and I know you often drop in, go and do some work with the Scissor Sisters and let them rub off on you!

Roger Waters - Ca Ira
Not listened to this yet.

I’m reading The Crow Road by Iain Banks at the moment. I’m enjoying it even if I can only manage to read about a chapter a day, due to commitments… anyway so far my favourite opening paragraphs to a chapter are;

Right, now this isn’t as bad as it sounds, but… I was in bed with my Aunty Janice.
Well, actually, in one sense it’s exactly as bad as it sounds because when I say I was in bed with her, I don’t mean I was in bed with her because we’d gone hill walking together and been caught out in a snow storm an eventually found shelter in some exceptionally well-appointed bothy that just so happened to have only one bed and we had got in together to keep warm; nothing like that. We were fucking.

I watched Ferris Bueller 2 last night. I attended a rather glitzy world premier which all the stars also attended. Yes, all the gang back together again….

… so Okay, it was in a dream, but I can tell you.. the film is crap… so if you’re reading John [Hughes], then don’t do it, the script is not very good!

Dear Mr. President
PINK

Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let’s pretend we’re just two people and
You’re not better than me
I’d like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We’re not dumb and we’re not blind
They’re all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter’s rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You’ve come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don’t know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President
You’d never take a walk with me
Would you?

See Also: Pink’s Website, George W. Bush, Whiskey and Cocaine

The strangest thing happened to me today; I was stood in the queue for coffee when a smell infiltrated my nasal passage. Suddenly I had a flashback memory of working during the holidays with my father, some 25 years ago, in the kitchens of the factory that he was the chef at. The smell was only there for the briefest of moments and just after the memory I was aware of the smell and remember it from my dads work. Then it was gone.