Clare Doornbos

@claredoornbos.bsky.social

Kids' book expert bookseller. Some time crooner. Knitting icon. Mom of a grown up.

For reasons I can’t explain I get shit like this in the mail all the time. This is how those maga books end up on bestseller lists. PACs buy them by the pallet-load and they don’t care if they resell them or give them away. That’s why the publishers keep churning them out. Grift books.

Junk mail from a junk PAC about a junk Vice President and his junk book. The text says “I’ve set aside a copy just for you. Let me know if you want yours ASAP” which neatly sums up the desperate striving grift of the whole stupid endeavor.

Today in CD nostalgia listening it’s James day. And I have a controversial take. Gold Mother is better than Laid. I know Brian Eno produced Laid, but Sit Down is on Gold Mother. You can’t argue with an anthem.

Three James albums on CD in a CD carrying case. Gold Mother, Laid and a Best of James (which is basically just Gold Mother IMO).

I am currently crate digging for CDs that I once owned on vinyl, tape or have previously ditched out of embarrassment. I found this at Rasputins in Berkeley for $1.99. And I am Obsessed with it. Someone locked some energetic jazz musicians in a room and let them go NUTS.

The front cover of the CD version of Pelican West by Haircut One Hundred shows the band wearing white and lying in a pile of autumnal leaves. Glad I’m not doing their laundry.

The last three gigs I’ve been to have included recorder solos. Belle and Sebastian were great tonight and last night. Such nostalgia and great to see the 20-something hipsters still love the band I loved when I was their age.

I once saw a man walking down Charring Cross Road in London. He was older, but had real swag and the kind of charisma that was turning heads. I noticed it was Anthony Head just as he walked past me. I was way too London to bother him. But I appreciated seeing a legend go by.

As a science fiction writer I really fucking resent tech bros for ruining the phrase "artificial intelligence." 80 years of it being all about cool androids and interesting computers destroyed by five years of "Spicy autocorrect making everything shittier for money." NEVER FORGIVE.

Look, all I'm saying is that if you're middle aged, you should re-listen to Life by The Cardigans. It won't solve anything, but it will remind you about being in your 20s. And that jangly, lounge, jazz, indie pop was briefly a thing for a few glorious moments. (I'll see you at the B&S tour).

I want a record player, but I left my records back in the UK 20 years ago. So I'm buying a CD player, much less cool but I do have four big travel cases of CDs. I unearthed those earlier and found some ancient gig tickets. 15 pounds to see Franz Ferdinand. 30 to see Kylie. #old #rockhistory

After many years of hanging around with poets and artists and writers, I have just written and produced my first chapbook. Tomorrow it will be reviewed by an expert at which point I will probably regret this choice but right now, I've got that "I made that" feeling.