Janelle Monae

I went to see Janelle Monae at the Shepherd's Bush Empire on Sunday. She's completely incredible - lungs like bellows and a natty sartorial style - she's a monochromatic, sexy, pixie-like teddyboy-tomboy, with a quiff to die for and super cute dance moves. She's playing at The Roundhouse in March. The song Tightrope rocks big time.



Apes in Aeroplanes

Several things i like about this debut 4 track EP from Marthas & Arthurs....

It's a little bit folksy, in a way that makes you smile and want to hold someone's hand who you like very much (more than they probably know), and maybe live your life as if filmed in tea-stained super8.

If i listen to it twice it gets me from my front door to work.

I like the spelling of Aeroplanes. Airplanes makes my skin crawl.

It's 100% free to download. yes. from here.

Lucky Voice (again)

Here are me and Hermione, having been styled by the fabulous Bella, singing karaoke and generally having too much fun for a school night at Lucky Voice while Amy took photos for them, including this one, which i love. Posing, us? Damn Straight. And loving it.

STOP singing? no

O god. i really must stop singing. i can't, basically (sing well that is), but i also can't seem to stop. There i was, totally happy at the opening of the new Lalique Haviland shop on Conduit street on Wednesday night with the delectable Edwina and Amy, the former looking like a fashion forward and super sexy wicked witch of the west (minus the hat), the latter like a fabulously sleazed-up red riding hood; we were sipping champagne, nibbling Tuscan antipasti, ogling highbrow slebs like Henry Conway and Emma Noble, admiring the OTT twinkling jewels and art deco inspired china whilst being jostled by sloanes and still we couldn't resist the lure of Lucky Voice's new pop up shop just off Carnaby Street. isn't freeloading from one organisation enough in one night i ask you? apparently not. set up to promote the above home karaoke kit the pop up shop is like stepping into LV world with the LV screensavers on the shopfront's windows and the site's graphics made into a hanging mobile suspended from the ceiling. There's free karaoke there (29 Foubert's place, W1) till april 5th, so for god's sake go and stop me returning. no, i will never be in Banarama, no matter how much i want to be. the end.

Lucky Voice?

Despite having lost my voice, diagnosed by the doctor as having laryngitis and being prescribed some gargantuan inhaler contraption that sings if i suck too hard (seriously, i know - i wish every reaction was that effusive), i MORE THAN happily skipped along to Amy's studio on Monday night for the making of the video for the Lucky Voice Home karaoke site and party box. do you really think it takes a little think like having LOST MY VOICE for me to sack off a karaoke party? clearly not. especially when the dress code is glam. i wore my trade mark polka dots (dress form - black with white dots), serious fuck me shoes and accessorised with a neon pink beret and my Sonia Rykiel belt with the neon pink apple (with a bite out of the side): to better compliment the website theme colour and the insanely cool, seriously covetable pink microphone. you can never accuse me of not trying. being in a room with some of my most favourite people, not least of all Eddie and Dan (above, aaah), and being directed in a generally dominatrix fashion by Amy to move, dance, sing and quaff champagne while being filmed is my idea of heaven. too much fun had all round. verdict: voice never likely to recover. oh well, i never used it that much anyway... errr, right.