If you are inclined to like Radiohead then the news that a bunch of moozikal stars are recording an album of cover versions may fill you with joy/utter horror accordingly. 'Exit Music: Songs for Radioheads' will be released in April with the Just single being released in March.

Tracklisting...

Shawn Lee - No Surprises
The Randy Watson Experience with Donn - Morning Bell Sa-Ra
Creative Partners - In Limbo
Pete Kuzma with Bilal - High and Dry
Mark Ronson with Alex Greenwald - Just
RJD2 - Airbag
Matthew Herbert with Mara Carlyle - Nice Dream
Lo-Freq - Blow Out
Meshell Ndegeocello & Chris Dave - The National Anthem
The Bad Plus - Karma Police
Sia - Paranoid Android
Osunlade with Erro - Everything In Its Right Place
Wajeed featuring Monica Blaire - Knives Out
Cinematic Orchestra: Exit Music (For A Film)

Another lot of best news ever? Goodbye FAME, hello... Dirty Dancing! Am there with bells on.

It's clearly a day for being perturbed. Just as the magazine's masthead turns into a glorious vision of Vanity Fair, so too do all the blogs that I read have excitingly grown-up fonts that look as though they should have white linen napkins whisked over their laps and a nice cucumber sandwich placed in either hand. Technowhizz #2 is no exception as his looks more refined than a teadance, albeit more fun as this ICF concept proves.

It's something that self-obsessed people with any taste in music have been worrying about for ages - along with what photos to put in your posthumous biography and which choice stories to tell at your wedding, it's which songs to play at your funeral. T #2 reckons that along with your ICE numbers (remember them? Although clearly anyone will just ring the one markem mum-and-or-dad) you should have In Case of Funeral songs. Damn skippy. Although anyone playing anything remotely maudlin at my funeral will have to be instantly shot. The best song I ever heard of was a woman who had 'The Only Way Is Up' by Yazz played at her cremation. With that in mind:

ICF for Kat:
Since You've Been Gone - Rainbow. Relentlessly joyful song with added bonus of finger jabbing and subtle-as-sledgehammer pun.
Copper Girl - 3 Colours Red. If I haven't changed someone's world by the time I die then I won't have lived my life the way I wanted.
Romeo + Juliet - Dire Straits. Just a lovely song. Although wrist-slittingly maudlin under wrong circumstances. Part of a long list of such tunes that I hold near and dear to my heart.

Actually fuck it - I think I'll have this and be done with it. Fucking rrrrrrock!

This looks AWESOME. Am starting to recruit people already.

It's not even 10.00 (although thanks to the perfidious nature of typing it probably is now) and I've learned a delicious factoid: Michael Winterbottom was plannign to film a space movie with Steve Coogan, using the same sets as Danny Boyle's Sunshine project (which will be ACE by the way) - unfortunately they couldn't 'come to an agreement' about it so it, er, isn't happening. On second thoguhts, that's a rubbish fact and I apologise.

I saw a screening of Rent last night - barring the fact that 'rock' and 'opera' are two words that, when put together, strike the fear of god in my heart, it was really great. Due to my exceedingly unprogressive school (plus the fact that our year, when put into a bus, caused a similar reaction to magensium added to water) I never saw the stage show, and only heard the soundtrack when travelling in a daze-fuelled car journey up to the North which didn't do it any favours. It sounded a bit crap actually, unmemorable and gimmicky. Maybe being trapped in the none-more-glossy Sony screening room helped (the pillars were cushioned so that drunken hacks didn't bang themselves on the way out, )cushioned for god's sake) but even maudlin warbles like One Song Glory and Rosario Dawson's octave clambering in Out Tonight got my lip trembling like a gelatinous pudding. It was extremely good and I cried at least seven times which has banned me from ever attending a screening with Blonde Friend again. If expansive, guitar-fuelled escapism is your thing, Rent certainly will be.

My extremely fabulous mate Cat (note: name sharing not always mandatory in order to be friend of Kat) is singing in Orfeo at the ENO soon and as a) she's really good and b) she's playing a nymph (no sniggering! Infants, all of you.) you should totally go and see it. The Colosseum's ceiling is utterly staggering, and seeing as the only even vaguely affordable seats are in the balcony, you'll be getting very well acquainted with it, plus Orfeo has the dual benefits of being really good and pretty short so even the philistines among you won't get bored.