I can't wait until he shuts up about the damn Monkees again

[cosmolinguist]

One of the things I like about Andrew is that there is always music going on inside his head.

So you can say something to him in a kind of singsongy way, as I did just now -- "I love you, I love you", with rising and falling intonations -- and have him complete the musical phrase as he replies, "I love you more, more."

Another thing I like about Andrew is that soon after that I said, "My food will be done in a minute. Then it might be nice to watch something."

"What kind of a thing would you like to watch?" Andrew asked, and then muttered, "Monkees, Monkees."

I laughed. "You've not heard that subliminal messages don't work, then?"

"Why! Whatever do you mean? Monkees, Monkees," he said.

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[diffrentcolours]

Speaking of watching things, now I have my home video setup working, it would be nice to have another go at watching Being Human series 1 with you :)

[cosmolinguist]

Hooray! That'd be lovely. I'm working Mon-Wed evenings now but otherwise am mostly free, I think.

ha!

[tdaschel.livejournal.com]

i like the Monkees movie quite a lot / it belongs to a subgenre of film that includes maybe one other item: Frank Zappa's 200 Motels. it says a lot that Head is probably weirder.

.. but, jeez, who can resist th' big dance number (Mr Jones' "Daddy's Song")?

and i appreciate the fact that the film couldn't have been a floppier flop, utterly alienating their 12 yr old fans (a-and anybody who might've been *potentially* interested wouldn't have been caught dead going to see it !)

an analogous miscalculation(?) might've been Miles Davis' Wild Electric Music from the early to mid-70's. he was going to captivate black youth and drug-taking white hippie kids. .. but it didn't happen: the Jazz Establishment said, "what is this shit?" while the main crossover appeal was to the commercially insubstantial consumers of "krautrock."

Re: ha!

[cosmolinguist]

Oh, it wasn't Head, thankfully, which he knows I will not watch again (it was part of his concerted effort to put me off when I first met him, all this "you haven't seen/heard/read X? Oh, you MUST, you HAVE TO" that he does) and which has been lent to a friend who's probably forgotten about it.

He's just got some kind of documentary about them, he's all jazzed up because he's going to see them live later this year. All I ask is that he treat his musical indiscretions like any decent husband would his extramarital affairs: leave me the ability to keep outwardly ignoring them ;)