Tiderays

jennifer this is not crap.

Okay anyway the past two days of school has been simply lovely.
Besides the intensive mother tongue drills[i believe all of us have adapted our bums to the hardback chairs], things have been absolutely dandy. The whole blazer thing got all of us pretty much PISSED this morning. i swear, there has never been a person i loathed more. I'm sorry my surliness and frowning got into anyone's way[sorry emilia!], but it really sucks. alot.

GAH.
And in gen's words 'And we still have to bow down to her like idiots.'

ARGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH JUST KILL ME NOW KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME

the impulse to not turn up is as strong as ever.
Okat whatever, fiery moment is over.

Anyway, i'll be enjoying myself at some investiture!
Sticking out like a sore thumb because of my blazer, which is approximately the size of a tent, and sweating anyway. Save me please.

Went back home and uploaded the music. Listened to Sarah Bareilles, whose record i was planning to get when i went out with lizzeh on monday, but we didnt get a chance to stop by at HMV. Emilia got it, luck! Been listening to it for the past five hours. It is pretty fantastic, so here's a review for those pessimists who believe anything with a little pop piano isnt hardcore enough for them.

It's not often you come upon piano-lead albums that make your day and generates more than a single hit. We had the thousand miles stint, which was a long and equally boring period for indie snobs, all you heard was that song on radio. And then came along the Dark Blue era and white houses. Phsssh. Enough of that!

But if you think that this is another lacklustre-attempt of a record by a less than lackadaisical wannabe artist, think again. Just when we think the music industry is falling apart to the likes to trashy music about men throwing money at the screen and holding chocolate-coated women, ms bareilles comes along and saves us all. of course now nearly everyone had heard the rather heart-warming Love Song [whose true origin may surprise you], but the album promises so much more.

One thing to put straight: put that idea that piano means wimpy, dreamy songs with no substance away. Hardly. While this record certainly has that soft touch of rainy day pennings and thoughts, found distinctly in tracks 'Gravity' and 'City'[whose lyrics and melodies could melt your strongest heart fortresses], there is no shortage of tracks that could be played out loud at the beach parties and the like. 'Morningside' displays the best bass walk ups i have heard in a pop/rock album in a long time, and come on, 'Bottle it up'?

Instrumental wise, the drum beats are simple enough to comprehend for any beginner and its the 'back-to-the-basics' feeling that makes you feel good inside. The mix up of electric funkbeats and piano triplets serve up quite a punch here and there, so do not underestimate.

What may puzzle many is this; it's hard to place bareilles' genra. Not that that's a bad thing though. What you might mistake as some bedsit album with a mishmash of random songs, cobbled together by half-genuine lyrics may actually be the best buy of the year.

For the next few weeks at least, Sara Bareilles scores as the little voice at the back of my head.

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Im too tired to blog about band drama and what not.

Goodnight all.