Her Virgin Filly
I’ll be damned if this summer isn’t fully appreciated to its most excellent extent. We have but a handful of days before peace-outing to the countryside with the tiny bassface on Friday but until then, London can live its best life, dust and grubby charm embraced. It is a time of year for meandering walks through the city, its back streets and canals; long evenings outside pubs and on verandas; late dinners and later parties. To that end, you could most certainly do worse than Blanchette on Brick Lane. They’re not messing around and both the mussels and chicken come highly recommended by your most loyal of cats.
Season two of ‘She-Ra and the Princesses of Power’ on Nootfox is one of those overwhelmingly positive things that I always find time for and if I can’t find the time, I make time, concocted directly from raw chronoplasm: Two portions of just a minute, a dash of rain check then stir twice, counter clockwise. That’s my recipe anyhow. You do you. This second outing leans heavily into what made season one of She-Ra great, driven by its characters and their relationships with one another. Apart from being total eye candy, it is incredibly well written and with everything in place after season one, we make real progress on an original and heartfelt story. Sure, it’s a story about the power of friendship but She-Ra owns its tropes and if you’re not singing along to that theme song - still the most gilded of guilty pleasures - then there is a tiny, dark space where your heart used to be. Also, OITNB’s Lorraine Toussaint is Shadow Weaver? She is and by the power of Grayskull I was right.
This is another specialty courtesy of the Lady of Idea and I think it’s been knocking around the shop since Christmas, although I am only now getting into its charms. It’s absolutely the book of the film - directed by Sofia Coppola, starring Kirstin Dunst - that was based on the book, ‘The Virgin Suicides’ by Jeffrey Eugenides and there’s some pretty great stuff in here, including an interview with the author himself. There’s also a fairly intimate chat between Coppola and Dunst, as well as some wonderful features on costume design. Sure, it requires a certain fluency in Japanese but the photos are stardust quality and require no translation whatsoever. As an article of a time and a place, it is unsurpassed.
‘Live at Fillmore West’ is another album that I have been waiting to get my sticky mittens on for a long, good while now and this is an original pressing of dumb, blunt beauty. I think I came to Curtis first after tracking down the intro song from ‘Withnail & I’ and finding ‘A Whiter Shade of Pale’. Of course, Curtis covered this from the legendary Procol Harem and it took a serious schooling from my mother’s older brother for me to realise this. It is a thing of infinite sadness and the sax does nothing but talk, twinned with that wonderful Wurlitzer and one hell of a backing band, made up from no small part of Aretha Franklin’s boys, Curtis himself included. I can’t really talk about this album without talking about his death, which happened a handful of weeks after recording at the Fillmore. That being said, it is difficult to find the words and I am struggling now. It was a tragic, small thing and wholly undeserved by someone with so much to live for and so much to give and I endeavour always to be upstanding for that track in particular.
JD - TACOCAT