An explanation of my existence

Better than chocolate is a reference to Ani Difranco, who I think is appropriately independent thinking and un-modern. It’s also a reference to my love of really good food. It’s probably the highest of praises, to be better than chocolate. Good chocolate, meaning dark chocolate. Things that are indescribably intense always equate to food terms for me. And it seems to me that ‘better than chocolate’ is more than likely that it’s a reference to sex as well. And as Ani Difranco was for a while rather uncertain about her sexuality, I rather appreciate it.

Over the last two days I went and had coffee with two friends of mine, both of whom are dark and small and pretty, both of whom are awesome people with whom I can randomly quote Shakespeare or T S Elliot at and not feel like a complete fool. There are some subjects which are always going to come up in such long meetings as these ended up being (both took all afternoon up, joyfully, so I have done no revision at all). I feel the need to get my thoughts on these subjects straightened out, so here I am.

I have of course timed this impeccably. I have less than a month until my first exam this summer, not counting the ISA paper I’m sitting very very soon. I don’t think it’s tomorrow. But it might be. What’s more, when I’ve finished with them all, I’m going to my friend’s prom, and then the summer ball which my school has instead of a prom, and then I’m done with school. And then I’m going to the Hop Farm Festival where I’m seeing so many amazing musicians I think I may implode, enough, in fact, that I’m looking forward to the experience more than I look forward to the next time I drink Highland Park whisky. I did mention that all things equate to taste terms, didn’t I?

Bob Dylan, Laura Marling, Pete Doherty, Seasick Steve, The Magic Numbers... I may well explode with joy.

Song of today, though, is Matt Costa’s Mr Pitiful. Because the movie is beautiful and pretty much summarises my life, and because the wonderful (in music terms) Mr Leo threw the name at me and so today was the first time I heard Matt Costa. His creative facial hair reminded me of the Avett Brothers. Whose song, Bella Donna, incidentally, is like a ristretto. That good.

Best coffee I’ve ever had was in this little Italian coffee and gelato shop in Bournemouth, where they put real chocolate ice cream (not gelato I think, although I could possibly be wrong) into a couple of espresso shots. I thought I would melt like the ice cream started to.

The point of all this being, that I am quite capable of getting absolutely distracted very easily. I’d like to pay homage to Mailee whose fault it is that I even have a blog, by copying the form of one of her paragraphs but replacing the key words so that they apply to me:

If I were an arpeggio, I’d be F sharp major. If I were a part of the 20th century, then I’d be the early 1960’s. If I were a piece of furniture I’d be a picture frame. If I were a decoration, I’d be a candle stick. If I were a season I’d be summer. If I were a song, I’d be a folk song. If I were a colour, then I’d be yellow. If I were a sound, it would be that of voices dying away. If I existed as a time, then I’d be 6am on a Saturday.

I need to play the piano more often.