Indeterminate (v.) To wilfully slay or murder a grunge band.
I took the Ugly One to my optician to help me choose some new spectacle frames. I get thirty percent discount on designer frames but whether it is still better value than Specsavers remains to be seen. I eventually plumped for some Diesel frames, and, with the cost of a family size box of contact lens solution, there wasn’t much change out of four hundred pounds.
We made a small detour to Heals, but couldn’t afford anything. They have dog bowls for thirty-nine pounds. It’s an outrage.
I recently changed some of the music on my mp3 player, which, on an average day, has approximately seventeen hundred tracks which it works through at random. I was surprised by David Bowie’s ‘The Man Who Sold The World’ this morning, as I didn’t realise it was on there.
My friend Fil posted a note on Facebook last week, with a list of under-rated albums, which made me reassess some of the CDs either sitting on my shelf at home, or uploaded to my magic silver box of voices.
The first has to be The Electric Light Orchestra’s first album, with its seemingly unmanageable mix of classical, rock and medieval, although the finished result is a sublime testament to the gestalt genius of Roy Wood and Jeff Lynne.
Roy left after this album and went on to form Wizzard, leaving ELO to evolve into a mainstream pop combo. This album, however, remains their best, their most experimental, and possibly their most perfect.