To Tanya listening I am, her voice strangely reminiscent of all those female singers I adore, i.e. Faye, Karen, Joni, Ella. Very feminine must needs the voice be, crystalline in soprano and dipping easily and richly into alto, arch and full with a sureness of natural vibrato, strident never, artful sometimes, husky with sass and lisping just when it all seems too perfect, a little letting down of guard, a give through the glitter, smoky, naive, and heartrendingly divine. |

Was so sick a few days ago I felt like slitting my belly open and dousing my gut with, let's see, extra virgin olive oil. It started with lasagne at caffeterra, that pretense of a goodnessknowswot, and crescendoed into vigils upon the bowle toilette, a colic that imitated what I felt to be pylorikke hypertrophia to rollicking verisimilitude, and thrashings about on the lavatory mat, giving forth to intestinal juices in flagrant paroxysms that would have had been postmodern chic had they not been intensely, intensely painful and nauseating. Thence to TTSH ED, to ward, and to home upon mine intellectually unassailable request, so perfectly reasonable it was, so echoed HO, and MO, and therefore Consultant's reluctant but yes-he-is-right granting of abovementioned.
On to happier things. Nicole delight as usual in "Bewitched". With WJ, G, S & A. Also "Constantine", "A Very Long Engagement" and "Under the Tuscan Sun". All immediately became my favourites of the moment. Audrey Tatou can act, and so can Keanu, one doesn't really need that many expressions to get by :). Diane Lane is shot through with a dazzling glamor (American spelling, yes yes yes yes yes!), a goddess of the grove, an orange grove perhaps, overlooking a lush little valley where ze peasants pitch their gull-white, soil-stained tents according to lunar phases and have drunken shindigs with much noise & joy. I really do prefer older women, older in many senses. |