cause moth believes in an afterglow

I get the feeling that she would be a great live performance

And there goes an unforgettable seven months.

It had been a complete whirl and swash of discovering new things, not just musically, and meeting so many different people that to tell the truth I feel a bit lost as to where I am now. But that is me best I suppose, going along and making my way as it all goes, like the invariable weed in westerns that tumbles his way onwards amid all the bangs and bullets overhead. Never in my life had I been so disentangled with my past, counterpoint with so many new views and doors opening each day that it is refreshing and freeing, though oddly disconcerting at times.

And there it was, Aimee Mann's " Lost In Space" sitting so benignly on the browser under the tag A. Here was a record that was a reliable companion for me stretching all the way back to secondary school. Each song individually found and burnt onto a cdr after discovering Mann from her wonderful track to the film Magnolia -"Save Me". I fell in love with her subdued eloquence. Her intelligent lyrics. Her grounded vocals. On hindsight, a teenager like me then should not have been exposed to such melancholic adult introspections on love, life, and everything in between, but there you go, and I do not regret it.

I remember still having the disc in my early college year, playing it many times in the old musty tsd room before the room was made over into the glass and plastic clinic it has now become. I lost the cd sometime later, most likely lent to someone, but I never found out what became of it.

There were times in the years since then that I would find myself yearning to hum along to a mann song on this album, but the funny thing was I never really tried to look for them all again, allowing myself long replays of " Save Me" and just a few other songs I still had on iTunes on a few late night occasions.

Listening to the songs now, somehow I think I remembered them different. Nostalgia never had a good memory, for she never had need of it. Or perhaps it was just that my ear had changed over the years. The lyrics seem much more biting as I remember, and the melodies not as important anymore.

" The Moth" was not my first favourite back then ( Pavlov's Bell was that), but I find myself irresistibly attracted to putting it on repeat these days. There is something oddly satisfying in the lyrics now, and the slight strings and productions throughout never feel out of place.

The song is really quite bleak actually, but I couldnt help but smile.


Aimee Mann - The Moth

a little weary, a little cynical, but very sharp and catchy. It's not really called pessimism, nor optimism, it's just very .. comforting.

and the air it all feels clear

haa you know you have been working at hmv for some time when..

a) you start to hit F7 instead of enter on a keyboard far too often

b) your home webpage is allmusic.com

c) your hands automatically ( it's subconscious I tell you!) reach out to straighten racks of CDs even when you are at Borders

d) you reach for your backpocket for a penknife when you need something cut

e) when surprised your immediate reaction is to look up and say " yep can I help you?"

f) you are unfazed when people say who are the Beatles?

g) you know exactly which mrt cab to board at serangoon so it deposits you straight onto the escalators at dhoby ghaut

h) you sigh when another girl asks you for the german version of tokio hotel's " scream"

i) you can actually recognize songs weird people " whistle" the chorus to you

j) your music library expands more than you can handle

k) the first thing you type into google preceding all else is the word lyrics

l) you hate the rolling stones and bob dylan if only because they have too many albums

m) you start to doublecheck your change a lot

n) you imagine what a tiesto remix of everything would be like after hearing his actually not bad at all version of ' back in your head'

o) you inwardly smile when you meet another who clearly loves his or her music too



ah nothing but delicious UK pure powerpop to suit my last two weeks at hmv.

Ting Tings, The - Keep Your Head



I like this song from their album best, the ' name' song that I understand is their fist single is really quite irritating after dragging on too long. Tell me if the guitar hook here doesnt make you tap your feet and I say you are one cold hard person. I get the feeling that the Ting Tings would be much better on stage than evidenced by their studio songs. Something like CSS I guess. bleh I want to go to europe just to watch bands I like play their music live.