Showing posts with label joy cowley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label joy cowley. Show all posts

8.9.09

Dreams


I’m going to Fleetwood Mac! Tickets sold out within minutes but luckily I have a friend with super speed internet that snapped us up a couple just in the nick of time. Joy! My life is complete.

Top 5 all-time best ever reasons why Fleetwood Mac is going to rule:

1)Stevie Nicks is one of my heroes.
2)Rhiannon, Dreams, Sara, etc has been the soundtrack to my life.
3)I have never been to Taranaki before
4)Me & my chum are going to hire a campervan, which is both hilarious and awesome.
5)Imagine all the amazing op shop and trinket spots I will discover on the nine-hour journey to the naki?!

2.8.09

Tigers and Shit


At Big Day Out this year, one of the coolest parts of the day was when Arctic Monkeys lead singer Alex Turner announced they would play a song never been heard before.
“It’s about tigers and shit,” he told the crowd, cementing my opinion he is one of the coolest dudes ever. The song about tigers and shit was cool, but the best new song they played that day was Crying Lightening. I remember my friend Nicki and I looking at each other with sheer joy, observing the epic-ness of the moment and the brilliantness of the song, made even better by the fact we were watching it live, sandwiched in a mosh pit of other monkey lovers.
“AH-MAZING,” Nicki declared. “SO AH-MAZING,” I agreed.
Even though the album isn’t due for release until the 25th of August, it’s all over the internet for download. Ever since I got my greedy little hands on it I have not stopped listening to it. I highly recommend.


11.5.09

blue day

There are always days that suck. Often for no particular reason, you just feel off-kilter, blah, gloomy, moody and a bit sad. They are expected on hungover Sundays, but as for this blue Tuesday, I have no explanation for my lingering feeling of discontent.
So I’ve made this handy wee list of blue day cures! It’s all about appreciating the little things . . .

An all encompassing list of things that are good. Lissy sent me this little blurb of things I love earlier today, just to remind me that I’m a lover not a hater, and there is plenty to be joyful about. She's right, all these things are good:

New shoes, opshop finds, RIP nail polish, friends, wine, drunken conversation, chocolate, croquettes, writing, art, photography, family, travel, giggggs, discovery of new music, old books, Shanghai Lils, Renkon/Tanukis/Kura, spirituality... and the list goes on, and on :p


Cleanliness is godliness apparently. I may not be ultra-godly but I definitely dig the therapeutic qualities of cleaning. If you’re feeling blah, it’s great to turn some music up really loud and cleanse the demons from your system, via your vacuum cleaner. There is nothing more wholesome than a clean, nookish space you can retreat to. This above bedroom looks a lot like mine and I’m taking some comfort in its current state of order!


Awesome movies from your youth. Nothing will make you feel better than something you remember from a time when you literally didn’t have any problems. When I used to watch Wayne’s World as a child, having to tidy my room was the extent of my worries. Now the great thing with Wayne’s World is that it is waaaay funnier as an adult (I think so anyway) and the musical interludes make you feel good (Dreamweaver, Bohemian Rhapsody: Word).

Reading. Takes you far, far away from all your worries. How could blah-ness exist when you’re deep in the fanciful world of Oscar Wilde?


Music that makes you happy. Everyone has their individual preferences for this, but my current happy songs are Zero by Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Soul Kitchen by The Doors, Heard Somebody Say by Devendra Banhart and Got to Let U Know by The Knife. They make me dance and smile and all that stuff, which is only a good thing.

THE END


26.4.09

Hi there,

We are vacationing in Bali. We've been getting massages, drinking cocktails and bintangs, swimming, eating tasty food, dancing in discotiques (?), riding motorbikes with indo babes, plus occasionally singing wet wet wet on karoke.
Therefore we are out of office and will be back, um, tomorrow.
Possibly a late for an "out of office" message.
Basically I'm just showing off. Further to this showing off, tomorrow we'll be on a plane, a motherfucking plane. We never thought we would be on a plane.