Some really interesting queer cross-connects mapped here.
So, yeah, woke up meaning to talk about some of that, then spent the morning wrapped up in an on-going Citizen Journalism project that's mildly obsessing me right now, plus my youngest had a friend staying for a sleep-over; 10 hours later, well, started thinking about Tuxedomoon again, specifically Half-Mute; but been so busy lately that I don't have the time to think or write deeply about them -- well, not in the way they deserve.
But still, certain voices on the first album keep not-quite-haunting me even though they shouldn't; there's a high-drama / low-drama tension at play there, a sort of cheapjack Brechtian almost-reveal; it shouldn't work, but it does.
((And don't get me started about the beautiful-ugly, sometimes-minimal / sometimes-sparsity of the instrumental tracks, their ad-hoc inventiveness, yet the way they feel planned rather than thrown-together... the allure of contrivance, of affect.))
And as I type this, the weird,decapitated Barbie-doll head I keep on a shelf over my desk falls off its perch, lands on my keyboard and stares up at me with a perplexed plastic expression, its eyes roughly mascara'd in blue biro by my daughter, lips red felt-tip rouge, its face locked in a perpetual unspoken question.