…something so bad that it’s unimaginable comes along. There I was, enjoying a quiet Saturday evening with a cup of tea on the sofa, watching New Zealand’s music station for old fogies, when J2 threw me something I think the Americans call ‘a curveball’: I was exposed to a blonde woman with a guitar, lounging around a farm shed, shaking her fists to the rhythm of a very mediocre country tune (aren’t they all?) and was treated with lyrics that made me spill my tea and confining the best girlfriend ever into conniptions. Here an excerpt:
I’m lifting high
up in the summer sky
it’s time for me to fly
I’m chasing my dreams inside of me
they will set me free
Or something like that. There was more fist shaking and talk of ‘coming down on someone like a country storm’, lounging around in a red dress and all sorts of things. Then there were scenes of high drama:
Apparently this is a woman called Aly Cook. She has a website and all and is apparently famous. You can watch the amazing video here. Maybe she should fire her lyricist? And the guy who does her videos? And why does she wear underwear in that breezy old shearing shack?
It just shows that just because it’s from New Zealand it doesn’t have to be any good. Bit like the National Party, really.