Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Don't Forget to Smile When You Fall
For a good 1/2 hour this morning, I stayed snuggled under my covers thanking God for all the awkward moments he's spared me this past year running into people I'd rather not at the Marsh. Especially because most of my time has been spent stuck up front in some manner or other, not allowing the easy escape to the break room or stock room my previous position allowed.
Then I thought it would be a great idea to go to the grocery store on a Saturday.
Ran into 3 of those folks. Fuck.
Aaaannnnd that's how life goes folks. Better learn to breathe through it all.
Thanks Leftover Cuties.
Then I thought it would be a great idea to go to the grocery store on a Saturday.
Ran into 3 of those folks. Fuck.
Aaaannnnd that's how life goes folks. Better learn to breathe through it all.
Thanks Leftover Cuties.
Labels:
breathe,
leftover cuties,
music,
smile
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Dotted Lines
I never was someone who knew what to say
Labels:
music,
sweet talk radio,
swimming,
waves
Monday, July 11, 2011
Catching My Interest
As of late mildly obsessed with
Dave Canterbury and Cody Lundin, rock on with your bad ass selves.
Hip Hop And R&B Top 20. Not too proud but it keeps my butt working out longer.
Margaret Atwood
Tom Robbins
Ronnie and Donnie. Let your freak flag fly boys.
Denny's Pacific Northwest Iced Coffee
Seamus Heaney
Labels:
cody lundin,
coffee,
dave canterbury,
denny's,
hip hop,
lists,
margaret atwood,
music,
poetry,
ronnie and donnie,
seamus heaney,
summer,
tom robbins
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Sweet Disposition
What an odd week. An odd week, indeed.
I had an emergency trip to see Dr. James Brown today. It's worth the co-pay just to hear him crack jokes. I'm okay. Finally finding a doctor that puts me at ease in such a hellish place feels great.
This is pretty pimp.
Finally saw (500) Days of Summer. Great movie. The boys were stuuuuuupid for not wanting to see it. I want a chalk board wall, I will have a chalk board wall. It was pretty great that the next day after seeing the movie, this song was the first song I heard at work.
I like it when cool things like that happen.
Speaking of cool things: My friend just asked me what time the midnight showing of The Wolfman was . . . I let him think that question over.
I had an emergency trip to see Dr. James Brown today. It's worth the co-pay just to hear him crack jokes. I'm okay. Finally finding a doctor that puts me at ease in such a hellish place feels great.
This is pretty pimp.
Finally saw (500) Days of Summer. Great movie. The boys were stuuuuuupid for not wanting to see it. I want a chalk board wall, I will have a chalk board wall. It was pretty great that the next day after seeing the movie, this song was the first song I heard at work.
I like it when cool things like that happen.
Speaking of cool things: My friend just asked me what time the midnight showing of The Wolfman was . . . I let him think that question over.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
I guess I'll take the sidewalk instead
I think living is learning to wade and exist through the 75% of life that is bull shit. And learning to love and appreciate the 25% of "real." Forgot about these lads.
Bull shit: Fame, fortune, elitist attitudes
I didn't know what was most important to me until it was taken away from me. It wasn't a person, yet an ability. Something I took for granted. I had no say in the matter. It was just one of those things. It made me change the course of my life, but with so much pain and grief. I still cling to the hope of a miracle. I have to.
Bull shit: Fame, fortune, elitist attitudes
I didn't know what was most important to me until it was taken away from me. It wasn't a person, yet an ability. Something I took for granted. I had no say in the matter. It was just one of those things. It made me change the course of my life, but with so much pain and grief. I still cling to the hope of a miracle. I have to.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
'09's Black Cloud of Death
I missed this death in '09 but caught it during the Grammy's In Memoriam. I screamed, scaring Rey. Then we listened to her CD after the ceremony. Thank you dear friend Gerry for giving me one of her CD's for my birthday years ago . . .
Sunday, January 17, 2010
First Jam of 2010

I would have gone!!!!!

Haven't found him yet either . . .

I wish I could say I didn't understand but I completely do.

Thanks.
I have a new husband.
Update: Praying Mantis, by Jim Carroll
Monday, December 28, 2009
Post Secret Goodness

Oh Honey, ask him yourself. Or better yet, ask his cuter friend.
It's too good of a movie to wait to see because of a stupid boy.

Hell yeah.

So true . . .
Labels:
janelle monae,
janet jackson,
music,
outkast,
post secret
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Best Albums
With the dawn of iTunes and other technological advances that allow listeners to preview albums and only buy the songs they like from the album, artists have been forced to step it up. I can remember being so annoyed when buying a whole album and only liking 3 of the 14 tracks. I've decided to compile a list of my favorite albums. These albums, in my opinion, are listenable the whole way through. There are no "new" albums on here because I only wanted to pay homage to the artists who followed through in decades past. There are no "indie" artists as well. These are artists who DIDN'T have to deliver quality art, tools would have bought their albums regardless. In that vain, I also decided not to include debut albums, leaving a lot of my favorite artists and albums in the cold.
I'm just going to start to list them, maybe I'll follow with an additional list or a list of runner-ups. There are no "compilations" on here either. They are straight up, "studio albums."
House of the Holy
Speaking in Tongues
Burnin'
Little Creatures
Pet Sounds
The Score
Nebraska
The Velvet Rope
Nevermind
OK Computer
CrazySexyCool
Abbey Road
Share My World
And pretty much the whole Bjork discography minus the remix albums and such, but only excluded because of the "rules."
I'm just going to start to list them, maybe I'll follow with an additional list or a list of runner-ups. There are no "compilations" on here either. They are straight up, "studio albums."
House of the Holy
Speaking in Tongues
Burnin'
Little Creatures
Pet Sounds
The Score
Nebraska
The Velvet Rope
Nevermind
OK Computer
CrazySexyCool
Abbey Road
Share My World
And pretty much the whole Bjork discography minus the remix albums and such, but only excluded because of the "rules."
Friday, November 13, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Choux Pastry Heart
You said I was gamine/ But we didn't mean the same thing I think
Our only theories were inside of our hands
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
That's It, I quit, I'm Movin' On

Now THAT's depressing.
You've got the love . . .

People are idiots. So are cats . . .
It's the risk that I'm taking.

Amen.
Kooky

And I'm saving all my secrets for a deaf man.
S.O.S.
Bonus: Adele doing Sam Cooke
Monday, October 19, 2009
Run Fast
Fact: About a month ago I heard this song on the radio . . . I didn't know the artist/song name.
Fact: It made me so happy while listening to it spent a better chunk of my life that night surfing the internet for it (my audio pick up/absorption has radically decreased since I've stopped going to school and attending lectures).
Fact: A few weeks ago Alison Wonderland brought up Florence And The Machine
Fact: Dog Days must have been one of the few songs I didn't listen to . . .
Fact: Today the twains met. Hoorah.
Fact: It made me so happy while listening to it spent a better chunk of my life that night surfing the internet for it (my audio pick up/absorption has radically decreased since I've stopped going to school and attending lectures).
Fact: A few weeks ago Alison Wonderland brought up Florence And The Machine
Fact: Dog Days must have been one of the few songs I didn't listen to . . .
Fact: Today the twains met. Hoorah.
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