The Guy and I have a constant struggle to find music that both of us will listen to. He leans towards what I call Angry Boy Music, while I listen to Depressing Girl Music. We have managed to agree on 90s rock and a little bit of current pop.
It makes car rides interesting. And often, repetitive.
I was pleased when I figured out my iPod had the Genius option. I pick a song we both love and Genius gets us a list of 25 songs we can listen to. But for one or two songs we have to skip, it works out well for us.
This last trip, I threw on the Genius and we were doing well. Some Nirvana, Our Lady Peace, Metallica, etc. It was a bevy of heavier rock. Then suddenly, out of no where: Beach Boys I Get Around.
I have to say, I was not expecting that.
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Later on in the drive, we were listening to a mix of oldies and current music. A couple of songs came on and I was stoked because I had just been thinking about them both. I excitedly explained to The Guy that Genius was reading my mind.
His response?
They probably shouldn't call it Genius then.
He should be home any time now.
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
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Thursday, May 26, 2011
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Put down the duckie
I was having a bad morning. I didn't sleep well last night, my alarm went off annoyingly early, I didn't have time to wash my hair, the cleaning lady was at the office when I arrived, and everyone on the road was driving like jerks. And then, I went to check blogs and came across this post.
When I was little, I loved Sesame Street. We watched faithfully every day. Ours was a combination of American and Canadian Sesame Street. We had French skits where the American kids had Spanish and we had a few uniquely Canadian characters, but otherwise, it was essentially the same.
This video made me smile. I remember watching it. But, I was shocked to see it again because I had no memory of all the famous people who were also in the video. People like Danny Devito and Rhea Pearlman. People like John Candy and Andrea Martin from SCTV (a Canadian show!). Pee Wee Herman was there. And players from the Mets and the Giants. Also, the guy that was in that movie about priests. Ky will know his name.
Watch and see who I'm missing. Also, see if you can get the song out of your head when it's over.
When I was little, I loved Sesame Street. We watched faithfully every day. Ours was a combination of American and Canadian Sesame Street. We had French skits where the American kids had Spanish and we had a few uniquely Canadian characters, but otherwise, it was essentially the same.
This video made me smile. I remember watching it. But, I was shocked to see it again because I had no memory of all the famous people who were also in the video. People like Danny Devito and Rhea Pearlman. People like John Candy and Andrea Martin from SCTV (a Canadian show!). Pee Wee Herman was there. And players from the Mets and the Giants. Also, the guy that was in that movie about priests. Ky will know his name.
Watch and see who I'm missing. Also, see if you can get the song out of your head when it's over.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
More, more, more than words
When I was about 15 or so, I went on a trip to Oregon for a family church camp. My own family was not going, so I hitched a ride with a convoy who were heading south to Turner, Oregon. There were at least two vehicles that travelled together -- one with my uncle, aunt, and their 2 kids, and another with myself, an old lady named Leap Year, and my friend John.
The trip down was a long one. However, on the way back, it was just John and I on the way back. There was nothing but friendship between John and I. Ever. He was gorgeous to look at (Lord, I hope he doesn't read this) but he had been dating my friend that summer and, though he was always very kind and I adored him, he wasn't much my type.
I preferred guys who didn't like me at all. But, I digress.
On the way home, I put in a new single tape (yes, I'm a thousand years old) that I had purchased while in the states. It was More Than Words by Extreme. I was, just like a million other teens, entirely enthralled by the song. Now, you have to remember most of my musical taste was along the lines of Michael Bolton and Paula Abdul, so be kind to me.
I put the tape in and we listened. And listened. And listened. We loved it. Each of us picked a part to sing and we sung our hearts out to the beautiful harmony. Finally, we had had enough and went to take the tape out.
It was stuck.
We spent the rest of what felt like 15 hours listening to that song on repeat. We sang now and again, but for the most part we suffered because we didn't want there to be silence. When we arrived back in the city we started in, our uncle got out the tape. I put it in my suitcase and never brought it out again. I have heard the song on the radio now and again, but never quite enjoyed it the same.
The other day, while going through boxes, I found the tape.
And I threw that bastard out immediately.
The trip down was a long one. However, on the way back, it was just John and I on the way back. There was nothing but friendship between John and I. Ever. He was gorgeous to look at (Lord, I hope he doesn't read this) but he had been dating my friend that summer and, though he was always very kind and I adored him, he wasn't much my type.
I preferred guys who didn't like me at all. But, I digress.
On the way home, I put in a new single tape (yes, I'm a thousand years old) that I had purchased while in the states. It was More Than Words by Extreme. I was, just like a million other teens, entirely enthralled by the song. Now, you have to remember most of my musical taste was along the lines of Michael Bolton and Paula Abdul, so be kind to me.
I put the tape in and we listened. And listened. And listened. We loved it. Each of us picked a part to sing and we sung our hearts out to the beautiful harmony. Finally, we had had enough and went to take the tape out.
It was stuck.
We spent the rest of what felt like 15 hours listening to that song on repeat. We sang now and again, but for the most part we suffered because we didn't want there to be silence. When we arrived back in the city we started in, our uncle got out the tape. I put it in my suitcase and never brought it out again. I have heard the song on the radio now and again, but never quite enjoyed it the same.
The other day, while going through boxes, I found the tape.
And I threw that bastard out immediately.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Local boy makes good music
Last night, The Guy took me to a concert. A Colin James concert. It was a surprise he left on the fridge for me to discover. It might have been a week before I looked up and saw the tickets posted up there. I was thrilled. I have always loved Colin James. He's from our fair city, he went to the same high school as my cousin and rumour has it that she dated him for a bit. So, that's my claim to his fame.
For the Americans out there, Colin James is awesome. His best album Just Came Back is totally great from start to finish. He's a mix of jazz and blues guitar and rock. Here (go here) is one of his best known songs. And he does a version of Into the Mystic that is better than the original. And since the original was one of my favourite songs EVER, that is saying something. Go and download these songs:
When we arrived at the concert, we were surprised to see the number of middle aged hippies who had crawled out from their VW buses for the evening. The number of soccer moms and hip professors. The number of people over 50! But, since Colin got his start in the late 80s early 90s, I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised.
We went and took our seats. To our surprise, the set up on stage was for Suzie McNeil. Now, until that moment, I only knew her from those lame Thrive Lozenge commercials. I was expecting... crap. But she came out and started to sing and... HOLY CRAP!!!! She was great. Now you could tell she had been a smoker -- she has that deep, sultry, smoky voice. I loved it. She was like Sheryl Crow but better. I was pleased.
Then Colin came on. I'm pretty sure I didn't stop grinning the entire time. Everyone in the place was tapping and grooving in their chairs. Apart from the one dude/chick (I never knew which one he/she was -- black tight jeans, black T, long hair) dancing in the aisle. The music was incredible. Colin rocked out on about 35 different guitars. He played and played and played. For 2 hours he played some of the best guitar I'd heard in years.
I kept thinking it would be over and then NO! He was still going!!! After 2 hours, he finally shut it down. But it was great. We all left high on the talent of a local boy.
For the Americans out there, Colin James is awesome. His best album Just Came Back is totally great from start to finish. He's a mix of jazz and blues guitar and rock. Here (go here) is one of his best known songs. And he does a version of Into the Mystic that is better than the original. And since the original was one of my favourite songs EVER, that is saying something. Go and download these songs:
- Just Came Back
- Voodoo Thing
- Why'd you Lie
- Into the Mystic
- Five Long Years
- Keep on Loving Me Baby
- Surely (I love you)
When we arrived at the concert, we were surprised to see the number of middle aged hippies who had crawled out from their VW buses for the evening. The number of soccer moms and hip professors. The number of people over 50! But, since Colin got his start in the late 80s early 90s, I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised.
We went and took our seats. To our surprise, the set up on stage was for Suzie McNeil. Now, until that moment, I only knew her from those lame Thrive Lozenge commercials. I was expecting... crap. But she came out and started to sing and... HOLY CRAP!!!! She was great. Now you could tell she had been a smoker -- she has that deep, sultry, smoky voice. I loved it. She was like Sheryl Crow but better. I was pleased.
Then Colin came on. I'm pretty sure I didn't stop grinning the entire time. Everyone in the place was tapping and grooving in their chairs. Apart from the one dude/chick (I never knew which one he/she was -- black tight jeans, black T, long hair) dancing in the aisle. The music was incredible. Colin rocked out on about 35 different guitars. He played and played and played. For 2 hours he played some of the best guitar I'd heard in years.
I kept thinking it would be over and then NO! He was still going!!! After 2 hours, he finally shut it down. But it was great. We all left high on the talent of a local boy.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Now that's romance
The wedding was fantastic. The bride was gorgeous and her veil was to envy. Little stitched leaves and sparkling things handwoven all the way down a Cathedral train. Wow!!
Finally, The Guy and I went up to dance. Guess what song we had our first dance to? Gold Digger. That's right. Gold Digger. I'MA LET YOU FINISH, BUT WE'RE THE BEST DANCERS EVER.
I told Lyn that was our first dance and she asked how awkward it was. Let's just say this. We are two of the whitest people on Earth dancing to a song which contains the "N" word. How awkward do you think it was?
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Queen D and I decided we were going to have to steal the flower girl. She was so cute. We decided we would share her. One week with D, one with me. Then we found a baby to steal too. He was precious. So, one week with one kid, one week with the other. Our husbands would never notice!! Unfortunately, the moment didn't present itself so we went home without. ****************
The Guy and I realized that in the years we've been together, we have never danced together. So, we thought we would rectify that at the wedding. Numerous slow dances came and went, but we never went up. After awhile I went and danced myself crazy with the Mobile girls to very bouncy songs. And "Jessie's Girl" which is the greatest song ever. Except for Journey. Journey rocks.Finally, The Guy and I went up to dance. Guess what song we had our first dance to? Gold Digger. That's right. Gold Digger. I'MA LET YOU FINISH, BUT WE'RE THE BEST DANCERS EVER.
I told Lyn that was our first dance and she asked how awkward it was. Let's just say this. We are two of the whitest people on Earth dancing to a song which contains the "N" word. How awkward do you think it was?
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Collective So-OLD
For our wedding, friends got us tickets to Collective Soul. CS was one of my favourite bands in high school. Seriously, when I think of my Grade 12 year, it was all about their album. I tend to be a bit beyond the depressing nineties music now, but I like to look back now and then. Besides, 90s music is about all The Guy and I can agree on when it comes to our music tastes. Mind you, I was more into Jann Arden and Portishead; he was more into Nine Inch Nails and Alice in Chains.
We planned to meet our friends at the concert. We arrived there early as we often do, so we people watched. It surprised me the difference in age and status groups that were present. We had a few people our age, a couple of barely 19 "I've just discovered this great old band" skateboarders and a whole lotta old people. (No offense to you all.) Everyone else was over 40 -- but closer to over 50 -- and had not quite let go of the early 90s. In fact, some had not let go of the early 80s.
I have never seen that many graying mullets in one place. One man rivaled Dog the Bounty Hunter. But only because his hair was shaved on the sides and a dirty gray instead of blond. Then there was the couple with matching mullets and a few with matching biker jackets. It was awesome.
The concert started and I wasn't sure what I thought. The lead guy was well into his early 40s. He had a bit of a pot-belly he had tried to hide by leaving his white dress shirt untucked and had shoulder length wavy hair as though he was pretty sure that would convince everyone he was still 27 and hip. He danced about the stage, threw the microphone about a lot, and caused me great distraction and uncomfort. "Dude... you're 100." Then he started to sing.
I was instantly transported back. The music was the same, the words the same, the feeling the same. Suddenly it didn't matter that he was a middle aged dude whose band members were all 6 years old when his first album came out. It was fantastic! He played almost all my favourite songs and the crowd went wild. (Or as wild as you can go when you're in a lounge at a table rather than an outdoor concert with a mosh pit like the first time I saw them.)
It was an excellent concert.
We planned to meet our friends at the concert. We arrived there early as we often do, so we people watched. It surprised me the difference in age and status groups that were present. We had a few people our age, a couple of barely 19 "I've just discovered this great old band" skateboarders and a whole lotta old people. (No offense to you all.) Everyone else was over 40 -- but closer to over 50 -- and had not quite let go of the early 90s. In fact, some had not let go of the early 80s.
I have never seen that many graying mullets in one place. One man rivaled Dog the Bounty Hunter. But only because his hair was shaved on the sides and a dirty gray instead of blond. Then there was the couple with matching mullets and a few with matching biker jackets. It was awesome.
The concert started and I wasn't sure what I thought. The lead guy was well into his early 40s. He had a bit of a pot-belly he had tried to hide by leaving his white dress shirt untucked and had shoulder length wavy hair as though he was pretty sure that would convince everyone he was still 27 and hip. He danced about the stage, threw the microphone about a lot, and caused me great distraction and uncomfort. "Dude... you're 100." Then he started to sing.
I was instantly transported back. The music was the same, the words the same, the feeling the same. Suddenly it didn't matter that he was a middle aged dude whose band members were all 6 years old when his first album came out. It was fantastic! He played almost all my favourite songs and the crowd went wild. (Or as wild as you can go when you're in a lounge at a table rather than an outdoor concert with a mosh pit like the first time I saw them.)
It was an excellent concert.
Monday, May 04, 2009
Help wanted
Where do you guys download music from? I used to use Limewire, but with my new computer, I've never figured out how to get it to work through my firewall of doom. Since then, I've been downloading torrents, but then I have to download the whole album rather than just the song I want. Any ideas of what else is out there to use?
Saturday, April 18, 2009
I dreamed a dream
The world has been talking about Susan Boyle on Britain's Got Talent. I hadn't had a chance to hear her, so I made a point of it today. I stopped by MamaPop to read this article by Schmutzie and was highly intrigued. I can't put the video here because they've stopped the streaming, but I have to tell you, if you haven't seen her GO HERE and watch her.
When I initially saw her, I was sad for her. Then the audience laughed at her and I was mad. Finally, I was impressed with the spunk she showed in front of them all. And then she started to sing. I had chills listening to her. I was so proud of her. I think the reason she sings the song from LesMis so well is that she identifies with the character. Dreaming of a life so different than the one she's living.
Although, I do hope they pluck her eyebrows for the next show.
When I initially saw her, I was sad for her. Then the audience laughed at her and I was mad. Finally, I was impressed with the spunk she showed in front of them all. And then she started to sing. I had chills listening to her. I was so proud of her. I think the reason she sings the song from LesMis so well is that she identifies with the character. Dreaming of a life so different than the one she's living.
Although, I do hope they pluck her eyebrows for the next show.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Help! David Bowie is stuck in my head and he can't get out!!
I can't sleep. For numerous reasons. The least of which is that the hotel room sounds funny and has too many LED lights I can't hide enough to make it dark.
However, one of the other reasons I can't sleep is that I have David Bowie in my head. So I looked up the video. I don't get it, but I really wish I could dance like the long haired dude in the cantina in the opening scene. The rest? I am very confused.
I never realized I was such a Bowie fan, but when I looked up this video I was like "Oh, hey, he does that song?" and suddenly my music collection seems naked. Especially of songs where the electric guitar can bridge the gap between poverty and prosperity.
However, one of the other reasons I can't sleep is that I have David Bowie in my head. So I looked up the video. I don't get it, but I really wish I could dance like the long haired dude in the cantina in the opening scene. The rest? I am very confused.
I never realized I was such a Bowie fan, but when I looked up this video I was like "Oh, hey, he does that song?" and suddenly my music collection seems naked. Especially of songs where the electric guitar can bridge the gap between poverty and prosperity.
Friday, December 05, 2008
Is that a hint?
Today, my Dad emailed me a link to a story about a guy who was killed for hogging the karaoke machine. He sent it as a warning to me to watch myself now that I've found my talent for karaoke (but not for spelling. That took me two tries.)
Normally, I keep my singing to the inside of my car. It is where I do many of my most embarrassing things -- like lean to the side to let a fart out or practice conversations I've had with people I've hated. Singing is just a part of it. I sing loudly, badly, and constantly. But with passion!
Tonight, I was singing to the music playing on my computer. I find if I have music playing, the dogs are less likely to hear the single snowflake hit our walkway and feel the need to bark for an hour. However, it means I will also likely sing.
I was singing away to something or other and Maddy jumped from the bench by the window to land on my chest and put her tongue in my mouth. As soon as I stopped singing, she would get off and leave. But if I even let out a note, she was back to try and stop the sound at the source.
Who said I was my worst critic?
Normally, I keep my singing to the inside of my car. It is where I do many of my most embarrassing things -- like lean to the side to let a fart out or practice conversations I've had with people I've hated. Singing is just a part of it. I sing loudly, badly, and constantly. But with passion!
Tonight, I was singing to the music playing on my computer. I find if I have music playing, the dogs are less likely to hear the single snowflake hit our walkway and feel the need to bark for an hour. However, it means I will also likely sing.
I was singing away to something or other and Maddy jumped from the bench by the window to land on my chest and put her tongue in my mouth. As soon as I stopped singing, she would get off and leave. But if I even let out a note, she was back to try and stop the sound at the source.
Who said I was my worst critic?
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Day of Grace: Day 2
Things making me happy today. Well, some from last night and some from today. Shift work messes me up a bit.
- I love starting a new book just before bedtime and getting so distracted by it I forget to go to sleep. I finally drift off once the book is too heavy in my hands and the words are swimming in front of me.
- Neil Diamond's "Girl, you'll be a woman soon".
- I love the Twilight books. I have finished the third book (in two days) and am firmly planted in Team Jacob. Edward may be pretty, but he's not the man that Jacob is. Yes, I'm aware I am talking about them like they are real. Shush.
- Intense conversations with friends over good food in an empty diner at 3am.
- Introducing older people to Facebook and having them be really confused by the entire concept.
New addition: 6. Willie Nelson's "Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain". Breaks my freakin' heart.
I am participating in NaBloPoMo for December. And in 365 Days of Grace in the Small Things.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
I may have to apologize to technology.
I am in love. With a genius. Okay, not a genius (sorry babe), but the Genius. It is my iTunes newest thing to make me weep with joy and kiss my computer screen.
It is a well known fact in my family and circle of friend that I cannot make a mix CD that doesn't either suck or make you feel awkward as you listen to it. Those songs? In a row? Really?
I never know what to listen to, what I like, or what I want to listen to at any given time. This is the reason I either listen to the same CD or set of songs over and over and over and over... well, you get the picture. It is the real reason I love the random setting on my iPod. Fate choses my songs for me. If I feel like listening, I listen; if I don't, I move on. Coincidentally enough, this is also my philosophy on advice and guys.
This is why the Genius is so, well, genius. I hit random until I find a song I want to listen to. Then I hit the Genius button. Genius takes over from there, looks at all my songs, thinks to itself "Self, what would go good with this song?" and makes me a playlist. And, it ROCKS! It reminds me of songs I had forgotten I even had on my computer. It puts amazing groups of songs together and bam I have an hour and a bit of listening bliss and no decision making.
Ah, Genius. You may have just replaced Lyn.
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Update: Genius just made a mix with the Patrick Swayze song in it. Seriously. In. Love.
It is a well known fact in my family and circle of friend that I cannot make a mix CD that doesn't either suck or make you feel awkward as you listen to it. Those songs? In a row? Really?
I never know what to listen to, what I like, or what I want to listen to at any given time. This is the reason I either listen to the same CD or set of songs over and over and over and over... well, you get the picture. It is the real reason I love the random setting on my iPod. Fate choses my songs for me. If I feel like listening, I listen; if I don't, I move on. Coincidentally enough, this is also my philosophy on advice and guys.
This is why the Genius is so, well, genius. I hit random until I find a song I want to listen to. Then I hit the Genius button. Genius takes over from there, looks at all my songs, thinks to itself "Self, what would go good with this song?" and makes me a playlist. And, it ROCKS! It reminds me of songs I had forgotten I even had on my computer. It puts amazing groups of songs together and bam I have an hour and a bit of listening bliss and no decision making.
Ah, Genius. You may have just replaced Lyn.
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Update: Genius just made a mix with the Patrick Swayze song in it. Seriously. In. Love.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Proclaiming it
In preparation for The Proclaimers concert we went to tonight, I emailed the other goers an inspirational email. Using the lines from one of their songs 'I'm on My Way', here is what I wrote:
We're on our way from misery to happiness, woo hee. Uh huh. Uh huh. Uh huh. Uh huh. Yeah! Okay, I'm lame. I admit it. But, The Proclaimers is tonight!!!
I talked to Lyn a few moments afterwards and she said "What did you mean by 'woo hee' at the end of that line?" I explained those were the words of the song. She started to laugh. Apparently the line is "... from misery to happiness today." In my defense, they do have thick accents.
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I really enjoyed the concert. The opening act was a guy, Jeremy Fisher, who I just recently heard. I think he sounds a lot like Paul Simon. He was quite funny and talked about riding his bicycle from Moose Jaw to Regina collecting cans. I really liked his music and thought his band was fantastic. And his hair matched Lyn's so it was all good.
While he was playing, the girls at my table noticed a middle age woman rocking it out to the band. She was chair dancing, but it looked like the chair wouldn't hold her much longer. We went out to the lobby during the break and I ran into a friend I used to work with. After I was done chatting with her (while she and another past co-worker mauled the musician), Lyn came up to me and said "That's the lady who was dancing." Suddenly it all made sense. This woman has more energy and spunk at 50 than I ever have or ever will have in my entire lifetime. Even if I free based pixie stix.
When The Proclaimers started, things were going well. They played many songs I loved and some new ones. And then, true to form, the seat could no longer hold the chair dancer. She and her friend rushed the stage and rocked out. I died a little and slid under my table. The staff attempted to control things, but the fact that two people started dancing led to anarchy of the entire concert. I was so distracted by the dancing, and the fact they were not supposed to be doing that, I could not even concentrate on the music. I enjoyed the concert anyways, but was glad no one knew that I knew the woman who danced.
We're on our way from misery to happiness, woo hee. Uh huh. Uh huh. Uh huh. Uh huh. Yeah! Okay, I'm lame. I admit it. But, The Proclaimers is tonight!!!
I talked to Lyn a few moments afterwards and she said "What did you mean by 'woo hee' at the end of that line?" I explained those were the words of the song. She started to laugh. Apparently the line is "... from misery to happiness today." In my defense, they do have thick accents.
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I really enjoyed the concert. The opening act was a guy, Jeremy Fisher, who I just recently heard. I think he sounds a lot like Paul Simon. He was quite funny and talked about riding his bicycle from Moose Jaw to Regina collecting cans. I really liked his music and thought his band was fantastic. And his hair matched Lyn's so it was all good.
While he was playing, the girls at my table noticed a middle age woman rocking it out to the band. She was chair dancing, but it looked like the chair wouldn't hold her much longer. We went out to the lobby during the break and I ran into a friend I used to work with. After I was done chatting with her (while she and another past co-worker mauled the musician), Lyn came up to me and said "That's the lady who was dancing." Suddenly it all made sense. This woman has more energy and spunk at 50 than I ever have or ever will have in my entire lifetime. Even if I free based pixie stix.
When The Proclaimers started, things were going well. They played many songs I loved and some new ones. And then, true to form, the seat could no longer hold the chair dancer. She and her friend rushed the stage and rocked out. I died a little and slid under my table. The staff attempted to control things, but the fact that two people started dancing led to anarchy of the entire concert. I was so distracted by the dancing, and the fact they were not supposed to be doing that, I could not even concentrate on the music. I enjoyed the concert anyways, but was glad no one knew that I knew the woman who danced.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
How did I miss this????
I know I haven't watched a lot of TV since the strike. But how did I miss the greatest opening dance sequence ever? The culmination of SYTYCD and American Idol. As I watched this, I squealed and jumped and clapped my hands.
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Oh Happy Day!
Janny sent me a picture today which has once again renewed my hope in humanity.
That's right, my friends. NKOTB have released a recent picture. Is there hope for an album? Be still my heart. Look at Donnie! Look how cute he is!!!
Don't judge me. I was a 12 year old girl in '88.
That's right, my friends. NKOTB have released a recent picture. Is there hope for an album? Be still my heart. Look at Donnie! Look how cute he is!!!
Don't judge me. I was a 12 year old girl in '88.
Monday, March 03, 2008
Ear for music
I rarely listen to music.
The radio is on when I'm in the car, sure, but that is mostly so I won't miss any thing John Tesh says. Normally, I am perfectly content to drive in silence. I've made extended car trips alone with no music. I am content in my quiet thoughts. When I am alone in the house, I rarely have any noise - television or music. I find myself so bombarded by noise all the time, the lack of noise is usually quite a relief.
Tonight on a whim, I downloaded a song I'd heard used in a commercial. I listened to it and did not turn off my iTunes. I have it on random at all times. I never know what I am in the mood to listen to so I find a mix is better. Somedays I'm like "Who knew I wanted to listen to Feist, Metallica, Johnny Cash, Dido, and Stone Sour? All in a row! Perfect."
I've been listening now for a few hours. It's been a nice treat to listen to songs I'd forgotten I liked. However, tomorrow I am going back to silence.
The radio is on when I'm in the car, sure, but that is mostly so I won't miss any thing John Tesh says. Normally, I am perfectly content to drive in silence. I've made extended car trips alone with no music. I am content in my quiet thoughts. When I am alone in the house, I rarely have any noise - television or music. I find myself so bombarded by noise all the time, the lack of noise is usually quite a relief.
Tonight on a whim, I downloaded a song I'd heard used in a commercial. I listened to it and did not turn off my iTunes. I have it on random at all times. I never know what I am in the mood to listen to so I find a mix is better. Somedays I'm like "Who knew I wanted to listen to Feist, Metallica, Johnny Cash, Dido, and Stone Sour? All in a row! Perfect."
I've been listening now for a few hours. It's been a nice treat to listen to songs I'd forgotten I liked. However, tomorrow I am going back to silence.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Consensus please?
I am uploading all my CDs onto my computer. So far, I have spent about 8 hours on this project and am still nowhere near done. It's interesting though to look at all the money I have spent on crap (seriously what was I thinking?) and all the songs I listen to repeatedly versus none at all.
I am finding one thing annoying. I use iTunes and I love it. It organizes and does what I want. However. I am very confused about how it labels music. I am assuming it looks online and picks it up from somewhere. I need to talk to iTunes because they have got a mis-informant.
For example. I have three Jack Johnson CDs. I love Jack. His music is soothing and his words are poignant (for the most part. Some are just about pancakes.) My point is, for these three CDs, iTunes has labelled them each in different genres. Pop. Rock. And... my favourite. Alternative & Punk.
WTF? For one, I consider Jack more of the new folk genre. Pop, I can understand because he's on the radio. Rock? Well, that's pushing it. But, alternative & punk? Not only is that stealing Rhythm & Blues idea to combine themselves and that's just rude. But it is just not right.
I am finding one thing annoying. I use iTunes and I love it. It organizes and does what I want. However. I am very confused about how it labels music. I am assuming it looks online and picks it up from somewhere. I need to talk to iTunes because they have got a mis-informant.
For example. I have three Jack Johnson CDs. I love Jack. His music is soothing and his words are poignant (for the most part. Some are just about pancakes.) My point is, for these three CDs, iTunes has labelled them each in different genres. Pop. Rock. And... my favourite. Alternative & Punk.
WTF? For one, I consider Jack more of the new folk genre. Pop, I can understand because he's on the radio. Rock? Well, that's pushing it. But, alternative & punk? Not only is that stealing Rhythm & Blues idea to combine themselves and that's just rude. But it is just not right.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
I'm a big dork
I have spent the last 3 hours making a spreadsheet of all my CDs. They are categorized in the following: CDs I own, ones I have uploaded to my computer, ones I am missing (sisters??), ones I want to own, ones I need to copy off friends and family, etc.
I can hardly force myself to go to sleep. I want to do the whole thing while I still have drive to do it. You should see the list. It's the greatest thing on earth. Seriously.
I can hardly force myself to go to sleep. I want to do the whole thing while I still have drive to do it. You should see the list. It's the greatest thing on earth. Seriously.
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Choral reef
Tonight, I went to see Ky, Lyn and Jamie perform with their choir. It was a very scary piece about war. One part of it talked about the burning of animals and made me very upset. (I don't like people who are mean to animals. Animals and babies. They never did anything to you! Why do you torment them so? Be mean to people. People deserve it.)
Anyway. Here are my favourite parts of the evening:
Anyway. Here are my favourite parts of the evening:
- The drums banged really loud and a lady screamed. I only jumped really high in the air, so I was proud of my restraint.
- The triangle player got totally into her part and ended up tossing her triangle to the floor.
- The oboe player was very good. It is a deep instrument and I like it.
- The first violin was awesome. He needs his own TV show. And to be my grandpa.
- The part where it sounded like the wind was blowing. I thought everyone was just breathing through their noses and someone had a whistling booger. I found out later it was rain sticks. Much less cool.
- The desserts.
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