24 posts tagged “music”
blowjob?
No? let's do lunch.
(best pickup line ever)
Status today is i'm angsty and frustrated because there is no one to dance with tonight. I just want to pick up the phone, call someone --just one decent lead-- and have him show up at the honky tonks. people here do not share my enthusiasm. I know they think i'm needy, but hell.. i'm done waiting around for people to ask me..
Back in cali, I would dance 4 nights a week if i could, and a lot of times I'd dance more. Sick, tired, busy, whatever, I made time. It frustrates me that there's.. servicable.. live music playing somewhere and i can't find anyone to dance to it.
shit shit shit.
Tonight, I have kickbox, then a hip hop class.. I should be pretty exhausted after all that, but all I can think about is dancing. Because it's starting to seem like, no matter how much else I pick up, i can't fill the place where dancing is supposed to go.
godfuckingdamn it.
..which is great b/c i'm planning a walk with my friend Abby. We're going to explore Shelby bottoms. First step in exploration: finding it on a map. We're going to power walk and squeeze our bums like women twice our age. In the sun. It's going to be fan-tastic. I'm even going to wear my special shoes.
My awesome phenomenal boyfriend bought new jeans which look so super sweet on him i just want to stare at his butt all morning. But alas he's off to internship. I hope the gods of actually-getting-to-do-cool-shit are on his side today. the jeans are simply too cute to make starbucks and CPK runs.
Friday night I discovered that i can actually lay my head in his lap while he plays guitar. which incorporates two of my favorite things all at once. If i can just get the cat to snuggle in my one hand, and a quality-gin & tonic in the other hand, i will be SET.
I need to work harder at my 'vegan' lifestyle. I did give away all my meatful cans of soup etc, but it's so hard to find vegan stuff here in TN I've been compromising by eating around the bacon in my salad or picking the sausage out of my red beans and rice. (obviously, if you're going to have a salad here, it should have bacon and/or cheese. and ranch dressing? and croutons? and sunflower seeds? Welcome to the 1600 calorie salad. You should have had the burger) anyway i'll work harder on that.
I skipped running yesterday and went kickboxing. YAY. <3 kickboxing. there were lots of squats involved and i'm sufficiently sore today.
Then i went to McKay books and traded some stuff.
Then i went to old navy and bought tank tops.
THEN i went for a tan. You know i told myself I'd never tan in a booth again, but man, this was a long winter and i am pasty. pasty doesn't work for me. I like to be brown. Brown!
Well i know this has been enlightening, but i gotta motor if i'm gonna make that funeral finish that laundry. Here's a song off a new record I got.. Amy MacDonald 'this is the life'. Reading thru the cd booklet i'm fairly confident the lyrics suck, but i'm more a rhythm girl. so focus on that. enjoy:
I'm still recovering from yesterday, which included:
- a bad night of sleep, and a 6:30am wake-up time
- three miles with the awesome Galloway half-marathon training group
- two hours of shopping for warm running gear b/c i froze my ass off
- several sweaty, stinky hours of not-showering because of electrodes
- one load of laundry
- thirty minutes of a half-assed 'nap'
- five sticky spots on my chest
- one patch of missing skin (..?..)
- a desperately needed bath
- a hotel room in downtown nashville
- cable tv!
- 2 fajitas, 5 wings, and some chips
- two tickets to Editors
- two? three? gin and tonix and a beer and something with milk I didn't drink much of
- a great show
- one much needed night of sleep in a massive comfy king-sized hotel bed
(well have a nap... zen fire zee miss-iles!)
Just had the nap!
Does anyone know why the decemberists cancelled their tour? What kind of 'sickness' and who in the band? (i worry)
for some reason i can't upload a song.
Ps i'm looking to add new people to my neighborhood. plz send suggestions. Don't play dumb, i see you people adding new neighbors everyday. It's time for me to branch out. Maybe one day change my profile pic..... ha!
back when i was in highschool, there were no CD-R's, and even if there were, there were no CD-R drives and even if there had been those, in the hands of the elite or wealthy, there were no MP3's. If you wanted music, you bought a CD and a CD Player, like a Discman; if you were slightly less privileged, you'd carry a Cassette and cassette player, like a Walkman. No matter what, if you wanted to make mixed collections of your OWN music, here's how you did it:
1) Own a CD and/or Dual Cassette 'Boombox' or Stereo
2) Gather the Music
3) Cue it up on the CD player or first cassette deck
4) Hit Record on the second cassette deck with a blank tape.
5) Wait for the song to finish.
6) Hit stop
7) Repeat to cover both sides of the recording cassette.
Inevitably, unless you did your math in advance, you'd end up with a lot of dead air or a cut off song on the end of each side of the tape; there was no clever counter to tell you when your cassette was full or to allow you perfect intervals between songs. It was trial and error, and labor intensive.
Which meant, if someone made you a 'mixed-tape' .. they loved you. A LOT.
My friend Mel made me a mixed tape, probably our senior year of highschool. I wore that thing out over the next couple years, playing it over and over and OVER on the tape player in my bedroom and in my car until finally I got a stero in my house and CD player in my car and I had to put it aside-- there was simply nowhere to play a cassette anymore. Man, i loved that tape. And the songs on it became symbolic of a very -cool- time in my life.
SO i'm going to rebuild it... from memory.
The thing about a mixed-tape is, back in the day, there was no way to 'shuffle' or randomise the songs. It played one way, all the time. If you were lucky, you had an autoreverse which would play the other side without a manual flip. In any case, you got real acquainted with the native play-order of the songs. Sometimes, you might catch yourself expecting one to follow something you've just heard on the radio-- that's how well your mind remembers it.
So here's me, thirteen years later, listening to songs I know forwards and back, listening to the end, seeing if i can anticipate what's next.
I've made some progress!!!
Ok so i've given the record a thorough listen and here's my opinions.
Overall the record is pretty good. I actually liked In The Zone better, but I'll have to give them both another listen and really compare. Blackout is really, suprisingly, good. If you like thumping, driving, club music with hyperprocessed vocals etc. Which I kind of do.
12 tracks total, breaks down to:
3 very good tracks, sort of 'Toxic' and 'Slave 4 u' -ish
2 pretty good tracks, sort of 'crazy' and 'oops i did it again' -ish
5 decent-to-pretty-good tracks, of the over-processed club variety (but like i said, it works for her)
1 completely uninteresting waste of 3 minutes I'll never get back.
1 ULTRA bad song so utterly terrible, that i can't stop playing it, because each time I hear something more outrageously horrifying than the last time I listened to it. As I told Jon today over my second listen:
It's as if each lyric is competing with the last lyric for the title of 'Worst Lyric Ever'
And that's just the lyrics.
Anyway, here are the Best and Worst song on the record. Which is which? see if you can figure it out.
Njoy!
I'm not sure how I feel about the Ryman...
I know this is a primo place to see a show, with fancy good acoustics and Opry cred and all, but..
Sometimes i just wanna get down on the floor, dance, and get sweaty with strangers. In fact, most of the time.
Last night's Black Rebel Motorcycle Club/ Kings of Leon show fairly kicked ass. I was so supremely impressed with BRMC. I'm going to rip all of bf's cd's today before he even wakes up. KoL were good too, although i was more inspired to dance to them than to stand up and bob with the crowd. So instead I sat.. hell it's a room full of church pews, if i can't dance (or see--- why can't i be 5'8"?) then i may as well sit.
when the show was over, hundreds of hipsters exited the building to find... torrential fucking downpour. The air wasn't cold but it was WINDY in a way that san francisco never was. the wind blew the water in sheets and everyone ran through the wet streets screaming like ten-year-olds. BF and i were soaked to the bone by the time we got to our car... When we got home we found large branches had removed themselves from a tree and located themselves in front of our door. And there was a tornado watch in effect til 5am. I dreamed of freight train noises and all kinds of tornado havoc-- everything I ever learned from the Readers Digest.
Really weird. I had a pretty inolved dream and in it, Britney Spears found a close friend who helped her pull herself together. It was nice.
These are the things I dream about.
ORANGE BODY SUIT, YO.
(let's be honest, 'coming back' for britney just means getting her hair done right and fitting into that magical orange body suit again. maybe not getting full custody of her kids. I'm ok with that actually.)
Show us the last album you listened to.
Hmmm that'd have to be The Faint, Wet from Birth.. and here's a sample:
My boyfriend thought it would be a good idea to get passes to the Next Big Nashville event going on Sep 5-9. This is showcase of the best of Nashville local bands, as well as some nearby favorites. Last night we saw:
At Exit/In : BLACK DIAMOND HEAVIES At The End: GLOSSARY They played half-hour sets, and they were pretty good. I liked the clutters best, and the black diamond heavies were good too.. i would see them both again. I dunno what's on the plate for the rest of the weekend, as bf is the Nashville music guy.. fun fun!
THE CLUTTERS
GHOSTFINGER
