Legs eleven.
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Ooh look. It's Marijne van der Vlugt. Her off 90's MTV Europe. Her out of Salad.
How you doin.
Just as I was resigned to there being no more Imbruglia music, what with the last (and brilliant) album being killed by her record label and her subsequent role as judge on the Aussie X Factor, hope springs.
She's moved to the States, won't be on X Factor this year, and according to WHO Magazine:
Next up for the self-confessed gypsy is another album — having closed up her home in London’s Notting Hill she is seeking songwriting inspiration from her new home in Los Angeles.
Joy unbridled.
Otway, performing in the Peter Boat car park at the Leigh-on-Sea Folk Festival last weekend. (Folk in inverted commas).
Two major concerns arose from this performance:
- Envy at the torso of a 58 year old man.
- I have seen this man perform almost as many times as I have seen Morrissey.
No Guru. No Method. No Teacher.
I'm not a religious man but my god this song is so beautiful.
Outstanding.