Monday, September 24, 2007

WHEN I GO GYMNASTIQUE

WHEN I GO GYMNASTIQUE by Société des Admirateurs.

Good excuse for the late start this morning: we narrowly averted another flooding event at the casa. Some hose in our kitchen was leaking and when I went to check it out it practically came off in my hands--rotten. Fortunately we caught it quickly and except for having no water for a couple of hours I think we'll be fine! In the meantime I think we're going to try to figure out how to paint our ceiling, so it's all housework all the time.

Things may be dull and domestic in real life, but I've been wanting to get a little hip-hip-hipper here on the blog. To that end, I've been making concerted efforts to listen to more Swedish music this year, because the Swedes are the coolest cats on the planet. Except for the Greenlanders (maybe), but you never know.

My favorite resource for music for Sweden has been a blog called Swedes Please. A couple months ago I randomly pulled up a track by a group called Société des Admirateurs. I can't say why I did that, but I'm glad I did. It's a super cool piece of Eurodisco, and it makes this blog immeasurably hipper, starting today.

LISTEN.

Photo: Ceiling cracks.

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6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Is that YOUR ceiling?

You have problems, my friend. Talk to your dad or grand dad before you go slapping a coat of paint on that. Something is leaking, somewhere.

Mom

Bill said...

believe me i know. there's a terrace right above us. i don't think there's a leak per se, but there's a certain amount of moisture that makes its way down over time.

Anonymous said...

Talk to the landlord about slapping a waterproof seal on the terrace. Is that plaster or just a lot of paint? You might be able to glue it back if it is plaster. Not sure you want to.

Mom

Laura said...

If you're going to play Swedish, how about some rare ABBA instead??

Bill said...

c'mon we're living in the here and now, like. you should listen to this new stuff, it's better than that mamma mia money money money stuff

Laura said...

You can't fool me, I know you LOVE your ABBA!