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It's the arms
Here are five things I’ve enjoyed this week, if you care.
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If you have been living under a rock for several hundred months, and do not know “drivers license”, there is absolutely nothing I can do for you, and we might as well leave it here. If you are, however, familiar with this song, nay, heartbreak anthem, then you may or may not be aware that it is about Olivia Rodrigo’s relationship with her HSMTMTS co-star, a scrotey little fellow named Joshua Bassett. A man who left her for “that blonde girl”. That blonde girl being none other than Sabrina Carpenter.
Of course, this is not the reason Sabrina Carpenter is now known, but interesting nonetheless.
The song is bloody catchy, but it’s the music video. It’s the Bonnie and Clyde references, the outfits, Barry Keoghan’s arms. After Saltburn (and before), I firmly believed there was nothing that could be done that would convince me that that man was handsome. Wrong. I was oh so wrong.
Brat
In a year of many, many massive music releases, Charli XCX’s new album still manages to rise above the rest. I am a tentative music writer. Whenever I wrote an album review for Headstuff, I sent the final draft still with a feeling of uncertainty, aware of its unfinished nature. This is most likely because my opinions shift and change over time as I listen to an album (fickle), and also because beyond commenting on clever lyrics, I find it difficult to articulate how music makes me feel. So just listen to it; that’s what I’m saying.
Nelly Furtado
Nelly Furtado at Forbidden Fruit last weekend rejuvenated me. To hear that woman sing “All Good Things” live on stage in Kilmainham while wearing a green alien outfit is to know inner peace. To hear her sing “Promiscuous” is nothing short of Nirvana. I am loathe to use hyperbole, as well you know, but in this instance, it is unavoidable. Revisit her Tiny Desk Concert for a small sprinkling of that feeling over your Sunday morning coffee.
La Chimera
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Josh O’Connor at his stinkiest and most dishevelled is Josh O’Connor at his best. Alice Rohrwacher’s film is a beautiful magical realist escape. La Chimera is a tale of lost love, a tale of lost beauty, and it gave me the genuine thrill of watching an Indiana Jones film for the first time again.
Evenings and Weekends
You know what I just said about music? The same goes for books. This one is brilliant though. Sad, hopeful and pulsing with life. I (a woman who is thirteen books behind her goal for 2024) have remembered how to read again.
Thank you, Oisin McKenna.
Tweets
Has to be done, still.
