thoughts on enya. again
More surreal thoughts on Enya to go with these.
I offered to send my friend ‘S’ a legally purchased duplicate copy of the new Enya Album (cos I’d never illegaly copy; Good God no. That shit’s killing the music industry).
S’s response: Yes please for the always unpredictable Enya – she is certainly a loose canon that one. Does it have Carcass and Deadmau5 remixes on it (the version without Akon and Darius Danesh featuring on vocals). Do you remember the time when she was caught in a scuffle at Shannon Airport? She was all tired and weary, and there was the press there, and she just lashed out and threw the photographer to the ground and stabbed him in the eye with a nail file.
My response: And shat on him. While making that AAAAaaaawwwwwwwwww multi-tracked vocal sound. You’re gonna love the new stuff. It’s a strange direction for her to take – Gabba Techno. That and the raping Hobbits. And no, that’s not a typo, they don’t do no rapping.
Trufax: I have a big gay disco remix somewhere of Orinocco Flow. Strangely, her management vetoed it – the drum breakdown and the cymbal fillers alone take up fifteen minutes. Bet they licence it for a tampon commercial next year, mind you.
I also have her version of “Smack my bitch up,” which was recorded for her Covers Album SchizoBitch, which was due to be released between “A day without rain,” and “Amarantine,” but which was dropped because it was ”Not Edgy enough.” It included a killer guitar solo from Slash which, admittedly, did suffer from being performed in a made up language.
Her cover was called “Brush my wife’s face lightly with a feather,” and is lovely.
BTW, I do have the new Enya. I do have all her stuff. I do love me some Enya. But I can’t resist seeing the humour in her. Gawd bless ya Maaam, and please don’t go mental on me with an icepick.