我的小飛機場 my little airport

Walking to a bookshop, walking to East St Kilda, walking through Alma Park, listening to my iPod and I was thinking how much excellent music I’ve picked up from all over the place, and then my favourite band of the year (besides my other favourites … nah really, I think this is the one) came on and I had to listen to the entire album. My Little Airport from Hong Kong on Harbour Records would be huger than colossal if they were from say, Greenland, or Canada, and sang in English instead of Cantonese. But they don’t. She sings about Phoebe who won’t be her girlfriend, and Josephine’s shop in Mongkok that really isn’t worth it, or 王菲,關於你的臉 – Wang Fei, about your face, and more songs about other famous Hong Kong people and places you go on the MTR. Anyway, download some songs from their website.

she’s my man

I started the day with the Scissor Sisters new album, Ta-Dah, and it’s everything I said about the first album. I’m gonna be trashing it on my officially antique iPod mini for the next three weeks. In fact, I need to paint my nails, buy a pair of six inch killers, get a boob job and spend the rest of my life whoring to dirty rockstars, it’s that good.