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um, why haven’t I seen this quoted or gif’d yet?
soundtrack: *does an uh-oh ‘demonic miracle’ sting* Crowley: *sniffs* Crowley: Something’s changed... Aziraphale: oh it’s a new cologne, my barber suggested it-- Crowley: *exasperated* no no! I know what you smell like...
um...is it just me, or is knowing someone’s smell about as intimate as it gets??
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2015x15: Mmm-hmmm by Verity Standen
Exactly a week before I took my seat at BAC to see Mmm-hmmm, the building burned.
I’d been at my desk at the office when the news came in on twitter. All work went out the window, obviously. There was disbelief, and tears, and a physical yearning for it to JUST STOP. For a while it really didn’t look good. When the roof went we were all “well that’s that then”, little pieces of us like ash on the wind.
Mmm-hmmm is in my list this year as much for its timing and location as its (unequivocal) brilliance. Watching it, hearing it, feeling it; all were tightly woven into my experience of the BAC fire, of the public support that followed, and of the building’s swift reopening. We can romanticise the ‘Blitz spirit’ that copes with a crisis in the same way we can romanticise the ‘genius’ that somehow magically conjures great art. But there’s nothing romantic about hard fucking graft.
Everything I’ve seen by Verity Standen so far (this, and Hug, and a one-one-one thing under a bridge in the Olympic Park), it all makes the labour of performance very clear. The singing may sound beautiful, rewriting the everyday mediocrity of life into these huge, heart-swelling symphonies, but it is also a physical endeavour, a human effort. It is toil and struggle and hardship, muscle and breath and sweat. It is self-belief. Female self-belief at that. Those voices could stop a train. Do not fuck with them.
My 2015 has been more apathetic than angry, if I’m honest. I’ve hidden my laziness behind relentless activity. Risk-averse, safety first, that’s me. If nothing else, I want to spend 2016 getting more pissed off. More awkward and more antagonistic. More open about the emotional cost of living. I might get violent, start punching stuff, stealing stuff maybe, but I probably won’t. There isn’t always a lot we can do about the choices available to us (our work, our homes, our families, our credit cards) but we can always stand up and shout (sing).
Happy New Year xxx
2015x15 was a series of short, daily posts on the best things that happened/existed in 2015. They were presented in no particular order.
For all the kerfuffle about the Ice Bucket Challenge for ALS, I can't help but appreciate how female-gazey all the vids of wet and freezing men are.
ME RE: DOCTOR WHO AT THIS POINT