October 11th, 2011
|07:18 pm - Real Things: Accept No Substitutes|
So, yeah, anyway, I've been sort of swamped, drowning, la la whatever, which explains why I haven't posted here in a couple of weeks. Neveryoumind.
I've been thinking about Real Things, about a refusal to accept substitutions.
This came about because I was listening to Fitz and the Tantrums singing "Don't Gotta Work It Out," a song best characterized as New New Blue-Eyed Soul. The lead singer's hair and styling seems to harken back, not to the 60s but to the 80s Anglo-Soul movement. (Imagine my surprise to learn the group's from L.A.)
Okay, so this particular song is hooky as hell, with fun 80s synth bits and a propulsive chorus -- but after two listens, I found myself thinking that the lead singer's voice is too thin, or perhaps too ordinary, for the true 80s New Blue-Eyed Soul I associated with English singers. I wanted the chocolate of Tony Hadley, the gin-and-tonic of Martin Fry. (Early solo Robbie Williams could do it, too, when he chose not to be all 90s stadium anthems.)
Or hey, what about something less poppy but more, er, potent -- like Bryan Ferry.. Accept no substitutes.
I may think more on this, about other things for which I won't accept substitutes. (Cowboy boots, looseleaf tea, comedies of manners, Tom Quinn and Adam Carter on Spooks...) But as I ponder the possibilities, I offer the question to you.
What for you is a Real Thing, for which you Accept No Substitutes?
May you find plenty of Real Things in the Days Ahead!
I do like their sound, although I'm dubious about the lead singer. ;-)
Hurrah and thanks for the link, and hugs and hurrahs for you!
The Real Thing for me will always be ethnic food. In my own case, it's vinegar and pepper barbeque, but also Provencal lamb dishes, Northern Chinese hotpot, Oaxacan mole, West African groundnut stew...wherever, it's so incredible when it's cooked there, and never the same anywhere else, even with cooks from the country and supposedly the same ingredients. Something rich and deep is always missing. Terroir seems not to be an affectation.
I believe in terroir with wine, so I wouldn't be at all surprised if it's important with food too.
What a great answer! Thanks!
|Date:||October 12th, 2011 02:10 am (UTC)|| |
Hmm, real things.
Lumiere and Adirondack acrylic paints (I've been painting bits of things today), Japanese papers, my good jewelry pliers and favorite scissors and bone folder.
Kate Bush, KT Tunstall, Regina Spektor.
Bombay Sapphire gin, Berenger white zin, Twinings Darjeeling tea.
My favorite 19th-century authors.
I seem to be brand-name-dropping. Sorry about that.
Brand-names are fine, and what a cool list! [applauds you]
John Prine's version of Angel from Montgomery. I love Bonnie Raitt, but as far as I'm concerned it's his song.
Hellmans mayonnaise. Butter and sugar corn on the cob. My great-grandmother's dust-pan. (It's solid metal and heavy enough that it could probably be used to decapitate a vampire if necessary.)
Also, Leonard Cohen.
I love all of your things, but I know just what you mean about those old metal dust-pans!
These are great, thank you. :-)
|Date:||October 12th, 2011 10:42 am (UTC)|| |
You too, mate:)
Hugs and a great Wednesday, L!
Daryl Hall is TOTALLY a Real Thing. :-) (I remember back in the day watching Donnie Simpson's BET (Black Entertainment Television) video countdowns, and Mr Simpson waxing poetic about Hall's soulful singing.)
And cheers -- I'm glad you found Real Things to enjoy! (Cheers for I Spy, too.)