It's no good. I "cracked" for it.
The latest by the next singer to be profiled. Worse, this means I stopped fighting off Roisin Murphy and the immediate and imminent risk of t.a.T.u..
That second link to a home page was unkind: it's in Russian. But if you're as clueless as I am about pillow talk -- or any other kind -- in Russian, lo and behold, these two will help out.
"Finally we will share one bed, eat from one plate... I love her so much! And you too, guys! Wish us good flight," Yulia requested during the week in her diary -- which you'll find in English if you follow the flag -- before snuggling up under the covers with Lena.
Take a strong liking for Russians, exposure to tasters on the iTMS of 'Dangerous and Moving' and a eye for "lesbian lovers" that dates way back to an unforgettable year --and it's like a lethal injection!
 I knew that wicked eye, a legacy half my age, was still there and it opens wide for the likes of these young Muscovites ... but "thanks for the memory" is all you get to read about 1980.
They're ready for just about anything and if you are and have never heard of these two, then what some people call "fight music" left others 'Screaming for more' (their DVD cover is the provo-pic) and I felt like a real change!
You can read about these two -- and leave me simply looking forward to 2006 -- at Tatysite, while the Tatugirls fan site is very entertaining and audiovisually generous.
When I see the word "controversial" while subbing an article in my paid job, I usually excise it since if the news is, it rarely needs spelling out. The word is frequently slapped on Lena Katina and Yulia Volkova but not by me.
I'm still a sucker for a good love story, especially if it's true, that's all.
For around a fortnight, I've dropped enough names to keep any adventurous soul happy. The Keynotes come next. It's an exciting prospect.
But I need a rest. "Music," somebody reminded me when I looked a bit tired during the week, "is very difficult to write about well." And so it is, but the offer I told you about from my employer on Friday has sunk in.
It's enormously encouraging.
I've taken up a chance in a million, one a lot of people who love music and writing about it would virtually do a deal with the devil to be given. I didn't expect it to fall into my lap on the strength of what's happened here.
Now it has with no black magic I know that's a privilege. It means I'm doing a good job. That in turn means I must stop for as long as it takes to know what I'm doing right and to build on it. I owe that to the women who've got me here and a new album from a couple of Russians says they can be from anywhere.
Such acknowledgement from my own professional peers in the international media and occasionally overhearing one say to another "Have you seen what Nick's done to his blog?" the way they do is a gift. It's also a responsibility and a major challenge.
Then I'll take it as such.
I don't want to get paid again for music writing, not any time soon, so the offer suits me very well. When I retire from the Factory, then we'll see. I'll probably have little choice, if I make a good job of it! Retirement's a long way off but unless I learn to resist spending to feed an aural appetite too far ahead of what's actually written my pension will be paying it back.
My only excuse for that three-album exercise in self-indulgence is "I was celebrating!"
But enough is enough. It was part of December's budget.
With Roisin Murphy's help from 'Ruby Blue', I'd better string a few song titles together fast! Any mail from the bank that gives me a 'Sinking Feeling' is out of the question since I don't want to have to worry about 'The Closing of the Doors'.
Last time was a lesson to remember. 'Dear Diary,' let me 'Sow into You' a reminder this place is no longer 'A Prelude to Love in the Making' and I'm only just the far side of the 'Night of the Dancing Flame'. So if anyone's to get 'Off on It', the rest must be done 'Through Time'.
Neither with greed nor with speed.
There'll be two kinds of Keynote and once I've despatched the first, the rest will be easier -- and mercifully brief. That first one's in fact finished, but it's not going anywhere before somebody else has subbed it ruthlessly.
It's too important a step to take on my own.
These Keynotes are what I'm calling the mailing lists I've mentioned before.
The ones written for you, music-loving readers, will be opt-in summaries, once a month, of who has been featured here but no more than a line or two about each musician, then the entry links. When I'm ready, I'll put up a flag so you know to "Ask here".
The others will be short alerts to musicians to tell them they're logged since when they like what I've written and want to use it for promotional purposes, they're welcome. The first is the hardest since it says "Hello" with a smile to those who still don't know they're here.
I know it was a good idea to nip my last attempt in the bud since those who warned it was awful were right!
I'm so full of ideas, that's the trouble. I need to remember not to rush an artform that's timeless. Unless somebody fires me up to give her and you of my best between now and the end of November, I'm 'Leaving the City'.
The temptation to go on writing when I'm flagging since there are so many people to share with you is strong, but 'If We're in Love', musicians and me, all I need say about Roisin and why I cracked for her too was "I heard she's ahead".
Now I know she is.
The moral of that is to heed my own intuition, which says I won't be back until I've caught up with myself. I don't know when that'll be, just that I've done enough talking for a while and sorted out the log as much as I can without asking a bunch more musicians what they make of it.
I know which ones as well. You might find me in The Orchard from time to time. I'll just be taking the air. As for Roisin...
Nothing. Or nearly. She's a ... rejuvenating influence.
Having added that, I can go away with a relatively clean conscience.
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