Timely, this.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Friday, July 27, 2012
She comes as no surprise
"See if you can get his two meanings..."
You have to watch my second-favorite Rick James song to hear the first. For to kick off yer weekend and stuff.
You have to watch my second-favorite Rick James song to hear the first. For to kick off yer weekend and stuff.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Monday, July 23, 2012
Just what you want to be, you'll be in the end
But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea
...because I found a radio station in iTunes that seem to play all the beach vacation karaoke music.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
On Repeat: The day that she stands up for everything that she chose
I wish I had seen all of Caribou's set last month.
You ought to be glad that I did not post the song's official video, which involved some kind of wolf attack on a woman in the snow.
And this I just had to include because it proves my notion (from the further-back-but-not-too-far-back seats) that this arrangement of the lighting rig made the stage look like an eerie, fluorescent-lit office.
You ought to be glad that I did not post the song's official video, which involved some kind of wolf attack on a woman in the snow.
And this I just had to include because it proves my notion (from the further-back-but-not-too-far-back seats) that this arrangement of the lighting rig made the stage look like an eerie, fluorescent-lit office.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Friday, July 06, 2012
Thursday, July 05, 2012
Walk out of her heart, walk out of her mind
My stomach feels small.
Lay the real thing on me
I had no idea that there was a not-Ziggy before there was a Ziggy, The Arnold Corns. I'm only fifteen minutes into the BBC 4 Story of Ziggy Stardust and I'm already in a wiki snit fit, all indignant that I didn't know this.
I need to find a reputable Bowie biography to read. And then read Angie's book after so I can tell what's dirt and what's mud.
I'm glad this never went anywhere so that the song could really grow up.
I need to find a reputable Bowie biography to read. And then read Angie's book after so I can tell what's dirt and what's mud.
I'm glad this never went anywhere so that the song could really grow up.
Monday, July 02, 2012
All the things I haven’t seen once the final curtain has been raised
This was my turn-it-up-until-my-downstairs-neighbor-(who never said anything)-says-something trip. I sat in my friend John's apartment and copied the lyrics from his lp sleeve. I had the cd and there must not have been lyrics included. Copied by hand into whatever journal of paralyzing angst I was filling up at the time.
It's funny how the words don't mean anything to me now. It's just a freekin amazing song, one worth the resulting ear bleeds.
It's funny how the words don't mean anything to me now. It's just a freekin amazing song, one worth the resulting ear bleeds.
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