Wesley Anne toilet graffiti: movie recommendations.
Ah, the Wesley Anne…not exactly a hotbed of anarchy.
There was some political graffiti though.
And this – some fucker in the other toilet cubicle had stuck a nail through the brick, for some reason. Wanton destructiveness.
I was at a fundraiser called Island Aid, to raise money for the community of Taku, a Pacific Island threatened by rising sea levels. It was pretty hippy; the smell of patchouli drifted toward me as I walked in. It was excellently organised and well-attended.
There was a folk/bluegrass band with a girl playing a cello. One of their songs was ’I love my life’, and talked about how we need more freedom of speech, everyone’s voice counts, and power corrupts. I mean, those were almost literally the lyrics, which broke all of the ‘show don’t tell’ rules. But the girl really had something; she was completely and unselfconsciously lost in the moment, unaffected, joyously dancing around. It was pretty much beyond criticism.
When I asked my friends whether the lyrics bothered her, she was like, ‘What lyrics?’; just absorbed in the music. It’s unusual, because my experience is that when there are shit lyrics, there’s something missing with the music, too: they usually interact.
At a dinner party the other night, a friend was saying how he couldn’t believe Gotye had released a particular song on his album as a single. He said this song wasn’t like any of Gotye’s other, well-written songs; it was more like what your dad would listen to, John Farnhamish.
Apparently even Gotye had admitted on radio that he wasn’t sure whether he should have put it on the record. I immediately realised that it was the same song I’d been listening to on repeat for the whole week.
It’s always off-putting when someone says something you like is shit. I mean, people say Hanson’s Mmmbop is a bad song, but I love it. Doesn’t it do exactly what a pop song should do?
We also got to talking about Rolling Stone’s top 10 worst 90s songs. Everyone else agreed that Macarena was a bad song, even though they liked it. But can something be considered ‘objectively’ bad even if, every time it’s played, everyone feels an irresistible urge to get up and dance? I don’t think so.
That said, I am reminded of Ben Lee’s album Catch My Disease and Trey Songz’s song Lol Smiley Face. They are nauseating but horribly catchy; I find myself hooked but not enjoying it either.
I don’t think the people who voted in the Rolling Stones competition can have really remembered the 90s. They hardly scratched the surface of shit songs. Here’s my list, which has an Australian flavour.
1) Life is a highway – Tom Cochrane
2) Everything I do, I do it for you – Bryan Adams
3) Scatman – Scatman John
4) Sister – S2S
5) Cotton-eyed Joe – Rednex
6) Savage Garden – Truly Madly Deeply
7) All I want for Christmas is You – Mariah Carey.
8) Around the World – Daft Punk.
9) Joan Osborne – What if God was one of us
10) I want to be a hippy – Technohead