Monday, February 22, 2010

feeling sinful?


i'm not! i had a spectacularly low-key weekend that involved not many drinks, lots of beach time, lots of cooking delicious things, lovely friends and doing good deeds for the family.

karma got her awesome on, and rewarded me with the discovery of my old, still working, casio CA-100 tone bank keyboard, with possibly the best demo track my ears have ever heard.

however, this morning i have woken up with what feels like 56 teeny, tiny razor blades stuck in my throat, which after a relatively booze/party free week and weekend, strikes me as ironic.

what does not strike me as ironic is the fact i made the conscious decision to be kind to katie dazzle last week, in order to attempt to rewind party season, and four months where i was the poster girl for debauchery.

here's a mixtape themed around the seven deadlies, and it's dedicated to everyone who's lived their summer to excess. x

jealous guy - bryan ferry & roxy music

a.k.a. envy. monday mornings are just the hardest, espesh on days when it should be illegal to be stuck inside non-airconditioned offices. bryan ferry, with his super, smooth skin and perfect, white teeth makes them heaps more bearable. and don't even get me started on his outfit - i want that tie.

insatiable one - and you will know us by the trail of the dead

a.k.a. greed. you know what i'm talking about sinners. those kind of marvellous hangovers where your stomach is so bottomless you can eat breakfast, lunch, two dinners and a whole packet of potato gems without feeling sick. til monday rolls around at least. ps. in the spirit of greed, here is insatiable two.

lazy confessions - the moldy peaches

a.k.a. sloth. this cute city little ditty is all about being horizontal, dreaming of doing things, but actually not getting up for the entire day. oh well, as long as you've got someone to bring you the potato gems...

l'excessive - carla bruni

a.k.a. gluttony. a.k.a. bring me a wheel of brie and a karafe of red wine, and i'll smash it right before your eyes.

narcissist - the libertines

a.k.a. pride. oh to have been a dragonfly on the wall, buzzing around the lake that narcissist fell into while he was perving on his own face. is that how the myth goes? i was too busy staring into my compact at uni to take notes.

little fury bugs - death cab for cutie

a.k.a. wrath. ha, this song title actually conjures up imagery that has very little to do with extreme anger. but if the bugs are inchmen, then they are crazy mad, because those big, fat cousins of ants bite HARD.

lust - the raveonettes

a.k.a. lust. a song called lust. from the album lust lust lust. did you get that this song pertains to lust yet? no? probably cos you're too busy being a lusty wench. you lust bucket. the end. ps. this song is actually super sexy.

Friday, February 12, 2010

the most important meal of the day



recently i moved house, from sydders inner west to east. it's been an amazingly smooth transition, and so far i'm loving everything about the change of scenery; house to apartment, four to two, goths to botox, so to speak.

but during my 2.5 years in newtown, i must have eaten over 1000 delicious breakfasts in and around the streets of king. yep, do the maths my pretties, sometimes a girl needs to eat more than one breakfast a day.

as i cycle new paths and find new places of delicious morning foods to haunt in my eastern digs, i would like to pay tribute to ten favourite breakfast places i have left behind, but will surely return to often. as long as they do all day breakfasts.

my tribute is in the form of gratuitous cafe plugs and a mixtape of breakfast tunes. thanks inner west. you were rad. x

milk n' cereal - g.love & special sauce

number one totally has to be satellite in newtown. from al and the gang coming to wilson st parties, renee's crush on zoe, kate bush on the stereo, eddie's takeover, dan the scooter riding waiter in amazing leggings, and the best breakfast roll in existence, my heart and breakfast stomach will always belong to you.

tom's diner - susanne vega

i have a dream to eat my way across america's finest highway diners. deus ex machina on parramatta rd has delicious coffee, bellyriffic food and amazing wooden tables that bear no resemblance whatsoever to said diners. but, you can look at pretty things with wheels afterwards. probably you can do that on american highways too?

english tea - paul mccartney

sometimes i can't face coffee in the mornings. usually this is after a night partying with certain peeps, the kind of peeps who also favour cafe martini on king st for breakfast in the a.m. amazing tea and toast though, and martin is so crazy and wacky, he can cure hangovers just by opening his mouth.

heartstopper - emiliana torrini

for the mornings where you can face coffee, do yourself a favour and hop, skip and jump your way down to baffi & mo's at redfern. it is uber delicious, and that's not even the half of it. i can sum up their food menu in two words - hash cakes.

another breakfast with you - ladytron

you know where you don't have just another breakfast? that would be at clipper cafe in glebe. you can get eggs with dukkah for crying out loud, and their sweet treat cabinet? out of this world amazing. just don't leave the door open if it's cold or they will YELL at you.

cigarettes & chocolate milk - rufus wainwright

buzz bar on king st is an excellent breakfast choice for those of a slightly more debaucherous persuasion - the bloody marys at this place are top notch and scarily addictive. watch out, because not only will you stumble out into the daylight drunk, you'll also be poor.

one more cup of coffee - the white stripes

sometimes, all you want for breakfast is a coffee and pain au chocolate. look no further than the recently opened luxe bakery in newtown. the staff here have heaps of character, superbly evident when they got raided a few weeks ago, for selling black market bonsoy.

eggs and their shells - cocteau twins

heading to erko for a minute now, and first up is the gloriously casual cafe sofia. like sister cafes ella and giulia, the menu is yumbo, the atmosphere is relaxed and the juices are fresh. plus, if you're still hungry afterwards (you won't be), you can nip next door for fish and chips!

pancakes for one - of montreal

wander a little further down swanson st towards erskineville oval, and you'll find yourself at bitton cafe. so nice to score a table outside and people watch the villagers walking past. the staff here are super attentive, the menu slightly european and wholly delish. and you're so close to mitchell road, what better way to digest brekkie than by trawling through antiques at the auction house.

breakfast in bed - dusty springfield

beautiful song dusty, but really, who wants crumbs between their sheets? saturday mornings are perfect for strolling down wilson st to the eveleigh farmer's markets (aka outside at carriageworks). there is a place down one end that sells crazy delicious smoked trout and egg and dill mayo on brioche, right next to the yum colombian coffee people. after filling my belly i wander down to buy fresh flowers from the other end, and saturday = perfect.

Friday, February 5, 2010

chinese whispers...




i like to know everything. all the time. surprises are not my friend and secrets can f**k off and die sideways. for the past few months however, secrets and whispers and dancing in the dark have been pervading my all-knowing walls and causing me the kind of discomfort normally associated with heartburn and indigestion.

these haven't been my secrets. oh no. dictionary definition of katie dazzle = open book, and don't worry if you can't read because she can quite happily recite aloud.

but the secrets of others? with their closed lips, closed hearts and closed minds, i'm surprised they haven't turned inside out with the effort it takes to stay shut up so tightly. plus talk about dj paranoia - it's truly unbecoming to think everything is about you. all the time. it's not.

while my cure lies in the form of chalky white antacid tabs, i highly recommend you secret keepers chow down on a dose of mixtape. and open the freaking doors. xx

there's no secrets this year - silversun pickups

that's what i'm rooting for silversun pickups. ps. i think your voice sounds like a cherry flavoured robot.

hide and seek - imogen heap

i heard a horrid remix of this in a supermarket the other day. i wasn't even in a good isle, like the laundry/fabric softener one. luckily i still love the original.

little secrets - passion pit

no, cheeky and shiny little passion pit song. no matter how much you tingle at me, i will never love secrets. not even little ones.

i'm not calling you a liar - florence and the machine

i'm a terrible liar. don't get me wrong, i've told my fair share of porkies and little white ones too. but any time i do it eats me from the inside out and i always confess. because i know how disappointing it is when people you thought you could trust forever let you down.

liar - the cranberries

ok, ok katie dazzle, we get it, you don't like liars! it's just that all the secrets do tend to breed all the lies. vicious nasty trapping lies. agh, does that mean the the truth really does set you free? shitballs, i'm a cliche!

secret meeting - the national

well, where else do you think the secret keepers are hanging out? i bet they're wearing inspector gadget-esque trench coats as well.

a place to hide - white lies

ooh, this song is doubly deserving - track and band name style. you know where i like to hide? nowhere, cos i am always the finder. actually, i am really good at finding lost items, especially shiny things. probably i will open a detective agency soon too.

stop whispering - radiohead

seriously. especially the chinese style whispers. it's just chicken chow mean.

my secret - anna ternheim

hairspray works a treat on getting ink stains out of your favourite dress. ha, not a secret anymore, take that!

everybody's got something to hide except to hide except me and my monkey - the beatles

does that make me the monkey? i always imagained myself as more of a chimpanzee...