Better this devil

Sunday morning I got up early having had an early night on Saturday night. Both my closest friends in Melbourne, Barbie and Binky, are out of town so I am living la vida quieta – which is kind of nice.

For some reason Kylie Minogue crossed my mind and I found myself playing early 90's Kylie – What kind of fool, Better the Devil, Put yourself in my place and so forth.

I had forgotten how much FUN they were.

I found myself dancing around the apartment, cleaning, cooking lunch and generally having a good time doing the minutiae of life. I had so much fun that I actually ended up going out on Sunday night. I know its trashy and all, but I have to wonder how much it reflects the period. When I look at what what is big on the dance floors and on the radios today, it seems darker and more cynical.

Looking at Kylie's "equivalents" today – P!nk, Christina Aguilera and the Veronica's – they seem more focused on how bleak life is, how love is a disaster and how hard we have to struggle to succeed. Post 9-11, post teen angst? Reflection of the social tensions generated by the increasing intercultural wars? Or am I just thinking too hard?

Whatever the case, I can tell you this much, I was cheery and upbeat for the rest of my Kylie Sunday.

And just for reference, I think my favourite at the moment is "What kind of fool" – which is an interesting statement on where my head is.