Weekly Media – Imogen this, Imogen that.
My last column was a 700-word gloat about how great it is to be free and single, so it’s rather amusing that this week has been all about dependency for me.
Archived entries for Imogen Gowar
Weekly Media – Sophistication of Lyrics
Being the deep thinker that I am, the question that has been troubling me most this week is: is it easier to write a song, or a poem? Can songs be as sophisticated as poetry? Bear in mind that poetry and songwriting aren’t things I have much aptitude for, although I thoroughly enjoy reading/listening to them. So this will be a pretty objective examination.
Weekly Media – Imogen’s contribution to National Narcissism week
Chris Morris’s comedy gives people the feeling that he’s invading their personal space ‘ creating sketches that are so true-to-life it’s uncomfortable. It’s so true it’s absurd. Like the Day Today broadcasting restrictions that the deputy leader of Sinn Fein must inhale helium before being interviewed ‘to subtract credibility from his statements’?. Or the spoof 1960s news report, in which an earnest young man reports on the new generation’s baffling new fads: ‘I’m being fellated by a young girl known as a groupie. It’s an interesting feeling, and certainly quite relaxing.’? And that Jam sketch where a man marries himself. That’s funny because it could almost happen. But it won’t, right?
Weekly Media – Children’s television is rubbish and teaches them to hate
Like a commitment-hungry girlfriend smuggling a spare toothbrush into her paramour’s bathroom, or a little sister sitting through a whole football match on TV in the hope of being allowed to watch fifteen minute of Land Before Time 3 at half-time, I’m here to claim a bit of the boys’ territory back for the girls. I’m a girl, so obviously there’s not much room in my head for anything but silly shoes, astrology and rock stars in very tight jeans. This may be reflected in my column.
“I was deeply suspicious of Big Bird ‘ he was clearly the sort of stranger my mother had told me not to take sweets from. Watching those four-year-olds clutching at his big yellow hands roused in me the same sort of horror that Michael Jackson’s servants must have felt when little Jordy Chandler, yawning luxuriously, said, ‘I think I’ll go to bed now.”
Weekly Media – Mara Carlyle – A Snow White For The 21st Century
“Her songs, like her perfectly-accessorized self, hark back to a time before the death of romance. She is as indulgent, archaic and mysterious as an old-fashioned sweetshop. She is like the whole of Snow White, replete with everything from trilling bluebirds to the wicked queen. She is like a fairytale that wandered into the 21st century by mistake, gloriously adorned with jewel-like vocals and velvety harmonies.”
