One of the more surprising results of the recent investigation into Big Boris’s lockdown conduct was
the unearthing of a playlist used to motivate employees during their completely ordinary work
events. Highlights include:
Miley Cyrus - Regular Work Event in the U.S.A.,
Vengaboys - We Like to Engage in Normal Work Proceedings,
Cyndi Lauper - Girls Just Want to Become Civil Servants,
Arctic Monkeys - I Bet You Look Productive in the Office,
Avicii - Waiting For The Results Of The Independent Investigation And Report Conducted By Sue
Gray,
Walk the Moon - Dance then Shut Up, and, of course,
Shaggy - It Wasn’t Me
This list of songs, no doubt, absolves the government of any kind of wrongdoing.
Just a month or so after Arwen, another storm has decided to come over here and mess things up —
this time Storm Malik (no relation to Rami or
Terrence). Ripped-up power poles, blustering winds, uprooted trees… but this mog seems fine with it.
Spurred on by a brief shower thought, i’ve tried my hand at making
a playlist “for the bad days”: songs (mostly rock) with big, soaring crescendos that feel like an out-of-body experience. Your
“Bitter Sweet Symphonies”, your „Hoppípollas”, your “‘Heroes’-es” — the songs that make you have
faith in humanity, and make you not want to jump out of a thirtieth-storey window so badly.
I’ve been asking around for suggestions on the usual (Discord) channels, and have got some cracking
songs in return — so, do any of you want to try your hands at it? I’d love to hear your ideas. :-)
Here’s the current set of songs on the playlist, to give you an idea of the general “vibes” —
exceptional examples are highlighted in bold.
I saw an awful transphobic sticker on my daily constitutional the other day. I shan’t bother
repeating the exact contents, because the sad sack who made it really doesn’t need more exposure,
but it was just the usual “biological wombyn won’t wheesht!!!” crap. Yi kna the type.
At first it got me down, as it probably would any sane person. But then i thought — Whoever made
that sticker, their bigoted views are now so unpopular, so marginalised, that they’ve had to resort
to plastering stickers everywhere: the last resort of covid-conspiracy cranks, climate ostriches,
football hooligans, and a number of others whose views are utterly unacceptable in polite company.
We might not be there yet as far as the law is concerned — lord knows people still have to jump
through an ungodly number of hoops just to change a letter on their passport — but socially, it’s a
good sign that the Inexorable March of Progress™ is continuing as planned.
It’s a meta one, this; you can safely ignore this post if you’re just here for the trudges through
increasingly-obscure north-eastern locations and hauls of links to websites which aren’t this one.
That being said, sidenotesi are now back and functioning again! My apologies
for the delay.
Your regularly scheduled programming will be resuming soon, with a walk down a stream which turns
into an unexpected microcosm of local history. I’m sure all the Americans in my audience are
thrilled.
New year, new me, new site name, new links. You know the drill; here’s the
internet’s finest content, scavenged, foraged, and brought to you by yours truly.
2021 has come and gone, and i dare say it was a fucking relief compared to the previous
year. Yes, it was still
a bitshitinparts, but overall, vaccination
rates are up, restrictions are down,
that awful man is no longer president of
the United States, and poverty’s probably down again i don’t know i haven't checked. Here are some
of the things that made me happy last year (in no particular order).
Music
I’m not usually the EDM type — too much meaningless soulless wub-wub for
my taste — but Porter Robinson’s Nurture brings some much-needed heart to
the genre. So much of it resonated with me and helped me get through some tough times, be it “Get
Your Wish’s” finding a reason to keep moving forward,
“Mirror’s” teardown of anxious thoughts,
or “Musician’s” struggles with creativity.
Cheers, Mr Robinson.
I’m a Geordie boygirl born and raised, so i was predisposed to enjoy the new
Sam Fender record, Seventeen Going Under— there’s a reason he’s already done two sold-out arena shows in Newcastle, after all. This album
was the perfect companion to my walks throughout the region (more on those later); representing the
north-east in all its many facets, from deprivation and government neglect to a proud history and
modern culture.
“Aye” is like a supercharged, upgraded
version of the frankly embarrassing “White Privilege” from his last album — think that “Daniel vs
the cooler Daniel” meme;
“Spit of You” brings me back to memories
of my family in the Netherlands, and makes me wish i’d appreciated them more; Not to mention the
final track, “The Dying Light”, which
shows Mr Fender at his most Springsteen, tugging at heartstrings with a soaring anti-suicide
power-ballad.
Wolf Alice’s third record, Blue Weekend, shows them at their anthemic, genre-fluid best. It opens with “The Beach”, which soars to highs
so high you’d think they’d never top them — but the quality is so consistent throughout that it’s
hard for me to pick out just a few.
“How Can I Make It OK?” is an enchanting
throwback about feeling unable to care for a loved one; towards the back of the album, the thrashing
“Play the Greatest Hits” and emotional
“The Last Man on Earth” feel completely at
home together, despite only having a single track between them.
Some honourable mentions go to
Chvrches, Silk Sonic, and Will Wood, all of whom have produced some bloody brilliant music in the past year.
Film and television
It might not have been the best film of the year — or even the best superhero film of the
year, for that matter — but my pick for my favourite film this year can hardly go to
anything other than James Gunn’s The Suicide Squad, simply by the merit of being the first film i saw in cinemas since
Þe Before Times. It’s raucous, gorey fun which i wouldn’t have experienced any other way.
Independent of viewing-place — and you know this is true because i watched it on my computer — i’d
say the best film of the past year would have to be Censor, a stylish indie horror from first-time director Prano Bailey-Bond. Set in the shadow of the
“video nasty” panic, this moody mystery takes its time — but it’s worth every second.
Shawn Levy’s Free Guy was unapologetically shlocky, but i had fun with it,
even if i did roll my eyes when that scene at the end happened (yi kna the one). I enjoyed
Pig, with Nicolas Cage — check out
the restaurant scene.
Dune
was the most gorgeous thing i’ve ever had the privilege of seeing on the big screen.
The French Dispatch
is Wes Anderson at his Andersonianest, and you’ll either love it or hate it — one thing we can all
agree on, though, is that Jeffrey Wright should be the voice of every audiobook. Capping off the
year was Spider-Man: No Way Home; of which, despite me having never seen any of his films, Andrew Garfield was absolutely the best
part.α
I didn’t watch much TV this year, but what i did watch i rather enjoyed.
Inside №9 was the absolute highlight; a distressingly bingeable
horror-comedy-drama-thing anthology series with big names and bigger twists. So hard to
pick, but my favourite episodes, if you want to start somewhere, are
“The Riddle of the Sphinx”,
“The Devil of Christmas”,
“A Quiet Night In”,
and the delightfully meta
live special.
Darkis a brilliant German time-travel twisty-mystery with a ridiculously talented casting department
and (thank the heavens) an actually satisfying conclusion that keeps you going all along the ride.
Go in blind — you’ll regret it if you don’t!
I finally got around to watching Chernobyl, too, and it was just as good as everyone said it was. More effective horror than anything James
Wan’s ever made, that’s for sure!
The “real world”
On the last day of 2020, i wrote up some predictions for 2021 — and one of them was that live sports
and concerts would remain off limits until at least 2022. How happy i was to be proven wrong when i
got dragged to an
Elbow gig
one September night. Guy Garvey, methinks, is one of the unsung heroes of Brit-pop/rock — so many
artists have taken after Elbow, but they have a comparatively diminutive presence in the popular
conscience compared to your Blurs, Oases, and Radioheads.
In more physical terms, this was the year i started (long December nights have gotten in the way of
finishing it) my project to
walk the Blyth and Tyne railway before it reopens, which has given me a fascinating look at the current fabric of this urbanised corner of
Northumberland. I haven’t much more to say on that except that it’s been so, so lovely being able
once more to get out and about more often — and
ticking something off my bucket list too!
Well, that’s your lot. I’ve had a nice enough 2021 — i hope yours has been too.