But it's too difficult to keep them there.
(Revised for the brats. Workplace heads-up regarding pictures below: you may have scatty colleagues who object to little more than banana skirts.)
It remains lack of time that stops me from sharing discoveries as fast as I make them, still pursuing the primarily poetic theme of the last main entry, with both a retrospective and a little looking ahead.
 Computing (as logged in the wee hours of the day) is more tedious than naked musicians, whether it's their clothes that get set aside like Josephine Baker famously did way back or what they'd like to sing of their bared souls.
I'll breach the "no names" policy regarding friends because it's BJ we have to thank for reminding me and hence you, via the blogroll, of the Red Hot Jazz Archives, a resource as fabulous on how it was up until 1930 as what's so tragically forever now drowned in the various libraries of New Orleans. The link to the page on Josephine Baker and Lèon Jacob's Jazz is one of numerous examples of the wealth on offer. It's a superb site, but to enjoy it to the full you'll need RealPlayer on your computer.
The woman below is Rebekka Coseboom, snapped by Jay Blakesberg and flanked by her husband Ryan and their buddy Mikael, since I've been getting 'Wiser' (2001) with Halou, which somebody at the iTMS decided is "hip-hop/rap".
 Rap music it isn't, though one day we'll see how some women can rap out poetry in intriguing and amusing ways, but my iPod fingers slid to Halou's inner spaces and well, okay, "trip-hop" ways after ... yes, I did buy Goldfrapp's 'Supernature', with its DVD.
This, however, is a "holding piece", as journalists describe stories that remind people we haven't completely forgotten the real news before it comes along.
Tonight I shan't review 'Wiser' but alert you that it's full of surprises and devious delights from a band set next month to sing of 'Wholeness and Separation' when their third album comes out.
Wholeness and separation, given the richly emotional charm Rebekka's vocals add, whether she's bright or stormy, to a chill-out we all need sometimes, remain concepts dear to my current inclinations and the underlying wild lust, shared sometimes by Alison Goldfrapp, the filthy beauty (once you've fathomed out a few of her lyrics).
Listening forward to it
Don't do a word-count search for sex, but my friends know that when it comes to "wholeness", separating our beastly ways from love may have made a front-line science entry once when those lab researchers told us about this, but it's lacking in harmony to do too much of it.
In fact, please don't expect the search engine to work properly with some of the most recent entries until I can make time to pursue changes under way here, by the end of the month.
Your feedback is coming in mainly by mail, and so are comments from women musicians and their agents that have surprised me. I plan to return the favours with surprises for you, happy that many seem to like to joining me in exploring some of the very best of what the music scene has had to offer in the quarter of a century since I wrote about it as a professional.
Someone wants met to tell you -- an excellent idea -- about Camille (home; Fr) some day, since it would be silly to lose Le Fil' (2005) -- the thread -- of France's fine, often exciting music scene. When it comes to poetry, this woman's got it, with more on the tip of her tongue.
With love on my lips now we're headed into the cold season, it'll soon be time to snuggle up closer than ever: writing up the inextricable tangles of music and sexuality sounds alarming, but it's worth illustrating -- profusely -- and without undue academics.
Before I open my personal X-Files, a final hint to drop is that while the store shelves weren't looted last time, as was my wont during previous diversions from iPod "issues" and saleswomen, my reasonable wants included some of yours.
 The past year has brought more than super nature to spice up my life, not always via the ears. You may expect some of the latest from well-known quantities, if that's any way to speak of those already familiar to many ears, and to more unknowns of great quality who have risked joining their ranks in the past few weeks and months.
In short, ladies and gentlemen, I have found both my feet and a sense or two of direction in this aural world. Yes, I did say "gentlemen" but that was only teasing. After all, no less a source of inspiration to many, one Leonard Cohen, is into teamwork across the sexual gulf, if still you think there is one.
He's always been setting trends, in his way, with various 'Ladies, Women and Girls'. That's a kiss blown to Bratmobile (home), who didn't quite set a hot and steamy trend with the turn of the millennium -- Pat Graham took the picture around then, I do hope they've not grown out of it since -- but helped make it high time to agree with them and get dirty. The grrrls rock.
So let's have a riot.
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