the world according to sherimaven

Freaky Friday you damn well thrill me. Happy for your much ballyhooed arrival. Yesss.

So I've been fairly contemplative this week, so let me go back to something a bit more pop today and talk about Richard Ashcroft of the Verve. I love him. Always have. Always will. Love his voice, love his look, obsessed with his jagged crag of a profile as well as his amazingly good hair (why do British rock types always have the best damn hair? It seems unfair) and pencil thin frame. I have always been partial to the broody type, sitting alone in a darkened corner, wanting to tell everyone to go the hell away. Except for me of course (haha). It's a Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights kind of thing that burrowed into my subconscience. I've never been one for the lampshade on the head kind of goofy dude. Give me the silent, dark, mysterious type any day.

I'm a bit tapped today in terms of energy and having a listen to "A Northern Soul" as I await the weekend is making me very, very happy indeed. It's not altogether that cheery really, but I dig the moodiness and haziness of it.  If you haven't listened to any Verve of late or any of his amazing solo work, do it His voice is so rich, deep, and soulful. How can you not love the line from "So It Goes" off A Northern Soul: "I'm just a poor little wifeless fella. Another drink and I won't miss her". J'adore. Poor little guy.  Needless to say, his style is off the bloody hook.His It's a nice accompaniment to easing on into the weekend. Bliss...

And that's what's up this bittersweet symph of a Friday in the MIA. Much love and hope you have a great weekend...XO