Only A Northern Song
Killing You Softly With Our Song
10/31/08
No Time For Losers
Oddly enough, I can claim both Philly and Boston (along with Belfast, Glasgow and London, but that's another story). So, with my Boston roots, I've certainly been able to celebrate the recent sports championships that that fine city has been experiencing. I realize I'm a transplant to this area so I can't claim Boston like my Partner In Crime (locked down, you have to be invited, email her if you want to be) because she's lived in that area her whole life. Still, though, it was exciting for me, especially to see the Red Sox win in 2004, because my dear departed father truly loved the Red Sox with all his heart and soul. I was thrilled when they broke through, especially in the fashion they did, coming back from the dead against the Yankees. So, if you want to call it vicariously living through a fandom's joy, you can. Courtney says I'm cool, and that's all I really need in that regard.
Thing is, I've lived in the Philadelphia area now for 36 years, give or take a few summers back in Belfast. I think most sports fans would say that that makes me a bona-fide living and breathing Philadelphian, who should only root root root for the home teams. Which is fine, I don't have an issue with that, and I certainly have done so throughout my entire life. As I said, I claim Boston because it was my first taste of America, and the Red Sox were my first professional sporting event. As you can well imagine, had the Red Sox found a way to win in Game 7 against the Rays, one of my worst nightmares would have played itself out (much like in 2005 when the Eagles played the Patriots in the Super Bowl). That's the thing about Boston and Philly. The only sport in which they truly compete against one another on a constant basis is professional basketball, as the Celtics and the 76ers are in the same division and see each other all the time. The Bruins and the Flyers are not in the same division, and the Red Sox/Phillies and Patriots/Eagles are in separate leagues and/or conferences and thus, hardly ever share the same field. So, as stated, other than 2005, I've had a nice run going where I usually had a team to pull for with (somewhat) personal alliances.
As I'm sure most people know, Boston has had a run of incredible success over the last few years in sporting ventures. The Patriots have won three Super Bowls, the Red Sox have claimed two World Series titles, and the Celtics won the NBA championship last season. However, Philadelphia has seen an incredible dearth of sporting titles, having not won any of the major four sports titles since 1983. The last team to triumph in this town were the 76ers, and if you're not from here, I can pretty much tell you that basketball runs a distant fourth in terms of the popularity of the sports. So, it had been 100 professional seasons without a title. It got downright depressing around here for sports fans, to be sure.
I think before the start of this season's baseball playoffs, most people would definitely not have picked the Phillies to win the World Series. However, they proved a ton of people wrong, and managed to win the title. Now, I'll grant you that this town has a horrible reputation in this country, in terms of fan behavior, and I cannot justify any of the looting or semi-rioting that went on downtown after the win on Wednesday night. I won't begin to try, because well, as Dave Gahan so eloquently put it, people are people. It's not right, but alcohol and stupidity are a lethal combination. One thing that will never get reported on though, is the good people of Philadelphia that waited so incredibly long for this and celebrated in an amazingly positive way. Certainly, a lot of the actual real news lately has been a downer. Economy, war, crime, you name it. This World Series victory, in a town where people live and die with their sports teams, where they wear their hearts on their proverbial sleeves, where people claim Philly and are amazingly proud of it, did a TON of good.
I've never spent appreciable time in New York City. I've never even been to Chicago or Los Angeles. There's a lot about this country that I don't know. I do know this area, though, and I can tell you, despite the fact that you'll read about the looting (and again, I'm not making excuses for it) and the violence that went on, this area is buoyant again. Everyone got to exhale. It was a long time coming, and it was totally worth the wait.
Elton John-Philadelphia Freedom
ROCKY＿Gonna Fly Now
Thing is, I've lived in the Philadelphia area now for 36 years, give or take a few summers back in Belfast. I think most sports fans would say that that makes me a bona-fide living and breathing Philadelphian, who should only root root root for the home teams. Which is fine, I don't have an issue with that, and I certainly have done so throughout my entire life. As I said, I claim Boston because it was my first taste of America, and the Red Sox were my first professional sporting event. As you can well imagine, had the Red Sox found a way to win in Game 7 against the Rays, one of my worst nightmares would have played itself out (much like in 2005 when the Eagles played the Patriots in the Super Bowl). That's the thing about Boston and Philly. The only sport in which they truly compete against one another on a constant basis is professional basketball, as the Celtics and the 76ers are in the same division and see each other all the time. The Bruins and the Flyers are not in the same division, and the Red Sox/Phillies and Patriots/Eagles are in separate leagues and/or conferences and thus, hardly ever share the same field. So, as stated, other than 2005, I've had a nice run going where I usually had a team to pull for with (somewhat) personal alliances.
As I'm sure most people know, Boston has had a run of incredible success over the last few years in sporting ventures. The Patriots have won three Super Bowls, the Red Sox have claimed two World Series titles, and the Celtics won the NBA championship last season. However, Philadelphia has seen an incredible dearth of sporting titles, having not won any of the major four sports titles since 1983. The last team to triumph in this town were the 76ers, and if you're not from here, I can pretty much tell you that basketball runs a distant fourth in terms of the popularity of the sports. So, it had been 100 professional seasons without a title. It got downright depressing around here for sports fans, to be sure.
I think before the start of this season's baseball playoffs, most people would definitely not have picked the Phillies to win the World Series. However, they proved a ton of people wrong, and managed to win the title. Now, I'll grant you that this town has a horrible reputation in this country, in terms of fan behavior, and I cannot justify any of the looting or semi-rioting that went on downtown after the win on Wednesday night. I won't begin to try, because well, as Dave Gahan so eloquently put it, people are people. It's not right, but alcohol and stupidity are a lethal combination. One thing that will never get reported on though, is the good people of Philadelphia that waited so incredibly long for this and celebrated in an amazingly positive way. Certainly, a lot of the actual real news lately has been a downer. Economy, war, crime, you name it. This World Series victory, in a town where people live and die with their sports teams, where they wear their hearts on their proverbial sleeves, where people claim Philly and are amazingly proud of it, did a TON of good.
I've never spent appreciable time in New York City. I've never even been to Chicago or Los Angeles. There's a lot about this country that I don't know. I do know this area, though, and I can tell you, despite the fact that you'll read about the looting (and again, I'm not making excuses for it) and the violence that went on, this area is buoyant again. Everyone got to exhale. It was a long time coming, and it was totally worth the wait.
Elton John-Philadelphia Freedom
ROCKY＿Gonna Fly Now
10/28/08
There's Always Time For Fun In The House of the Blues
No hype paragraph today.
The Top 5 Iconic Album Covers I've Recently Collected
#5.
Simon and Garfunkel - Bookends ("Of course I'm home. I'm always home. I'm uncool.")
#4.
Led Zeppelin - I
#3.
Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here
#2.
The Rolling Stones - It's Only Rock and Roll
#1.
The Sex Pistols - Never Mind The Bollocks
I think I'm going to do a few more of these lists, because this was such a fun project for me. I miss the days of vinyl, quite frankly, because the album art was just so amazing to me. You could look at one of the Kiss covers, such as Destroyer or Dressed to Kill and just stare and stare at every little detail. Billy Joel's The Stranger also always fascinated me for some reason.
I've acquired some new records here in the last few days. AC/DC's Black Ice, Kings of Leon's Only By The Night, and Jack's Mannequin's The Glass Passenger. I gave the first eight tracks on the AC/DC record a listen the other morning, and while I can say that "Rock and Roll Train" is quite a tasty treat, the rest of the songs left me wishing that they would somehow break the mold of either singing about girls or rock and roll, or girls in rock and roll. It might be time to think about some new subject matter, fellas. Although I will say, they still know how to put a riff together. It's eminently simple, and I don't hate it, but you're not going to get any great lessons from this record, either. Thumbs squarely in the middle on this one. Buy it if you want to rock out a bit, but not if you're looking to experience the new, improved AC/DC. I haven't had the chance to listen to the others yet, but I'll let you know what I find out.
That's all for now. Have a lovely evening.
The Top 5 Iconic Album Covers I've Recently Collected
#5.
Simon and Garfunkel - Bookends ("Of course I'm home. I'm always home. I'm uncool.")
#4.
Led Zeppelin - I
#3.
Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here#2.
The Rolling Stones - It's Only Rock and Roll
#1.
The Sex Pistols - Never Mind The Bollocks
I think I'm going to do a few more of these lists, because this was such a fun project for me. I miss the days of vinyl, quite frankly, because the album art was just so amazing to me. You could look at one of the Kiss covers, such as Destroyer or Dressed to Kill and just stare and stare at every little detail. Billy Joel's The Stranger also always fascinated me for some reason.
I've acquired some new records here in the last few days. AC/DC's Black Ice, Kings of Leon's Only By The Night, and Jack's Mannequin's The Glass Passenger. I gave the first eight tracks on the AC/DC record a listen the other morning, and while I can say that "Rock and Roll Train" is quite a tasty treat, the rest of the songs left me wishing that they would somehow break the mold of either singing about girls or rock and roll, or girls in rock and roll. It might be time to think about some new subject matter, fellas. Although I will say, they still know how to put a riff together. It's eminently simple, and I don't hate it, but you're not going to get any great lessons from this record, either. Thumbs squarely in the middle on this one. Buy it if you want to rock out a bit, but not if you're looking to experience the new, improved AC/DC. I haven't had the chance to listen to the others yet, but I'll let you know what I find out.
That's all for now. Have a lovely evening.
10/26/08
Only An Album Cover
Please go read Courtney's post below, because A. it's excellent, and B. she wasn't aware that I was going to post something tonight and her post is really heartfelt and great. I'll wait til you come back.
....
Okay, so my latest stupid project has been tagging every one of my songs in my iPod library with the appropriate album name AND artwork. This has meant a lot of Wikipedia research and Google image searches for album covers. However, it HAS been an education regarding certain bands. For example, take a look at the Who's discography page and notice that the Who have made 11 studio albums. Only 11.
Now notice that there are a whopping 17 (!) compilation records for the Who. That's amazing, really, but in doing this little exercise, I've noticed that's not an unusual occurrence. It appears the record companies are as greedy as you might think they are. They are willing to keep putting out "hits" collections that you've probably already seen in other orders or packaging. Shameful.
So, in the best Rob Gordon tradition of this site, I want to show you a few lists. That's right, I said show.
Top 5 Awesome Album Covers in my iPod collection of songs:
#5.
Band of Horses - Cease to Begin
#4.
Elton John - Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy
#3.
Jimmy Eat World - Futures
#2.
Judas Priest - Screaming for Vengeance
#1.
New Order - Power, Corruption and Lies
Tomorrow, or soon, I'll have the top 5 most embarassing pieces of artwork I had to collect. Probably, I'll do the 5 most iconic covers I managed to collect, as well.
Please feel free to comment on these, which ones you may have and which ones you'd like to have. Oh, and please, if you skipped reading it until now, please go seek out the post below and read it all the way through. Thanks.
Cheers.
....
Okay, so my latest stupid project has been tagging every one of my songs in my iPod library with the appropriate album name AND artwork. This has meant a lot of Wikipedia research and Google image searches for album covers. However, it HAS been an education regarding certain bands. For example, take a look at the Who's discography page and notice that the Who have made 11 studio albums. Only 11.
Now notice that there are a whopping 17 (!) compilation records for the Who. That's amazing, really, but in doing this little exercise, I've noticed that's not an unusual occurrence. It appears the record companies are as greedy as you might think they are. They are willing to keep putting out "hits" collections that you've probably already seen in other orders or packaging. Shameful.
So, in the best Rob Gordon tradition of this site, I want to show you a few lists. That's right, I said show.
Top 5 Awesome Album Covers in my iPod collection of songs:
#5.
Band of Horses - Cease to Begin
#4.
Elton John - Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy
#3.
Jimmy Eat World - Futures
#2.
Judas Priest - Screaming for Vengeance
#1.
New Order - Power, Corruption and Lies
Tomorrow, or soon, I'll have the top 5 most embarassing pieces of artwork I had to collect. Probably, I'll do the 5 most iconic covers I managed to collect, as well.
Please feel free to comment on these, which ones you may have and which ones you'd like to have. Oh, and please, if you skipped reading it until now, please go seek out the post below and read it all the way through. Thanks.
Cheers.
Crack Up In The Sun, Lose It In The Shade
When I bought three of the Ryko Replacements reissues in the span of a week and a half earlier this month, I really had no idea that it would have the effect on my brain that it's having right now. But, every time I get into my car, and turn the stereo on, I find myself wondering what the hell year it is, and why isn't Matt riding with me?
It seems that the past is haunting me, and I could fix this easily by just changing the cd's in my car, but, I DON'T WANT TO. There is something positively delicious, like bittersweet chocolate, about this reverie I'm finding myself in right now. Because the combination of Tim, and the fall, illustrates the drunken heyday of Matt and I's days together. Those days when it was all new, and shining, and swirling through our world like a tornado. Every second there was something new to learn, to hear, to touch, and if I felt drunk then when it was happening, I'm feeling equally as drunk remembering it now.
We took the bus to the Dedham Plaza after school one day, to go to Strawberries Records, because he found himself absolutely incredulous, after reading a truly maudlin poem I had written about a drunk, that I had never heard The Replacements before. At that point, I had never heard OF them, never mind heard the song I essentially, unknowingly, ripped off in that writing. On the bus to the next town over, into the store, and home again on the bus, and immediately upstairs to my room, where he skipped the whole first side and went right for "Here Comes a Regular". We lay on the floor, our heads facing the speakers, and listened to the whole thing before he had to go home for the evening.
People talk about memories being tied to specific senses, and without question, sound is there for me. There are certain albums whose opening notes transport me back to certain times in my life as if they were time machines. Tim is one of those albums. And it isn't just that single day; it's that whole, glorious, mad fall when we were first together. The bright sunshine, the vivid colors all around us, the cool breezes, all of it seemed to be projecting into the world what we felt in our hearts, an unrelenting feeling of drama and excitement and flaming passion for everything. "Hold my life, until I'm ready to use it, because I just might lose it."
So, I've been driving around most of this month, through the same streets we walked, with Tim in the player, and the autumn unfolding outside my window, and I keep thinking I'm going to turn a corner and see Matt in his denim jacket walking from the center of town. And whereas I'm not wishing those days back, I am wishing I could pick up the phone, and say, "hey, let's go for a ride". Because I keep looking at the empty passenger seat in my car and being surprised that he's NOT actually sitting there. It sure feels like he's here somewhere.
It seems that the past is haunting me, and I could fix this easily by just changing the cd's in my car, but, I DON'T WANT TO. There is something positively delicious, like bittersweet chocolate, about this reverie I'm finding myself in right now. Because the combination of Tim, and the fall, illustrates the drunken heyday of Matt and I's days together. Those days when it was all new, and shining, and swirling through our world like a tornado. Every second there was something new to learn, to hear, to touch, and if I felt drunk then when it was happening, I'm feeling equally as drunk remembering it now.
We took the bus to the Dedham Plaza after school one day, to go to Strawberries Records, because he found himself absolutely incredulous, after reading a truly maudlin poem I had written about a drunk, that I had never heard The Replacements before. At that point, I had never heard OF them, never mind heard the song I essentially, unknowingly, ripped off in that writing. On the bus to the next town over, into the store, and home again on the bus, and immediately upstairs to my room, where he skipped the whole first side and went right for "Here Comes a Regular". We lay on the floor, our heads facing the speakers, and listened to the whole thing before he had to go home for the evening.
People talk about memories being tied to specific senses, and without question, sound is there for me. There are certain albums whose opening notes transport me back to certain times in my life as if they were time machines. Tim is one of those albums. And it isn't just that single day; it's that whole, glorious, mad fall when we were first together. The bright sunshine, the vivid colors all around us, the cool breezes, all of it seemed to be projecting into the world what we felt in our hearts, an unrelenting feeling of drama and excitement and flaming passion for everything. "Hold my life, until I'm ready to use it, because I just might lose it."
So, I've been driving around most of this month, through the same streets we walked, with Tim in the player, and the autumn unfolding outside my window, and I keep thinking I'm going to turn a corner and see Matt in his denim jacket walking from the center of town. And whereas I'm not wishing those days back, I am wishing I could pick up the phone, and say, "hey, let's go for a ride". Because I keep looking at the empty passenger seat in my car and being surprised that he's NOT actually sitting there. It sure feels like he's here somewhere.
Labels: replacements, the past is never far behind
10/17/08
"Stayin' Alive" Could Save Your Life
Well, if this just doesn't beat all...
"In a small but intriguing study from the University of Illinois medical school, doctors and students maintained close to the ideal number of chest compressions doing CPR while listening to the catchy, sung-in-falsetto tune from the 1977 movie "Saturday Night Fever." (source)
We're having training next week on the AED in our building. Perhaps there should be a copy of this song in the case, as well.
"In a small but intriguing study from the University of Illinois medical school, doctors and students maintained close to the ideal number of chest compressions doing CPR while listening to the catchy, sung-in-falsetto tune from the 1977 movie "Saturday Night Fever." (source)
We're having training next week on the AED in our building. Perhaps there should be a copy of this song in the case, as well.
Labels: bee gees, truth is stranger than fiction
10/9/08
Every Thing That We Are Now, Is Every Thing We Can't Let Go
I've neglected this space, due to work, travel, general malaise and stupidity, mostly in that order. I usually have ideas that are kicking around in my head, and I should follow through and post them, but I don't. Because of how much I suck.
At any rate, it's a year. When Courtney informed me via offline IM today that it was a year, I almost skipped a beat. I had no idea it had been that long. I like to think we have been relatively entertaining and interesting to read, even for those who may only occasionally stop by. I've never wanted to be about musical snobbery, telling you what's good and daring you to disagree with me. I know what I like and I try to pass that along to you in the hopes that you'll experience music that I've found to be good. Life certainly isn't easy at the moment on any front, and quite frankly, music is a pretty sweet escape, be it Bach, Death Cab for Cutie, Radiohead, Ani DiFranco, The Sex Pistols, Metallica or the Oak Ridge Boys.
Some background on Courtney and myself. We've been friends now for quite some time, having discovered each other in comments at Blank Forever, Tesco's old all-music blog. Since then we've developed a deep, deep friendship. As evidenced in her comments below, we do share a brain, most-times, when it comes to music. The best part about it though, is that we can introduce each other to new music and ask for opinions from one another, and know that we're being honest and open about our feelings. It's quite a cool friendship, in my opinion. She's a fantastic author, as well. I'm priveliged to be here with her.
As for me, I do my best. My sister always says I'm annoying when it comes to music, because I have no "slot" that I fall in. I listen to a lot of different music, everything I can that I think is good or that I like. I often annoy her tremendously by playing Bob Dylan CD's in the car when we're driving some place, just because I know she can't stand it. Of course, I'll catch her singing along to "Stuck Inside Mobile With The Memphis Blues (Again)", but she'll deny it. It's moments like that that make me realize what a joy music is to me. Watching my sister silently lip-sync those lyrics never fails to amuse and fill me with happiness. Of course, she'll insist that I put on my Linkin Park/Marilyn Manson/Korn et. al. playlist so she can keep her "street cred".
Suffice it to say, I'm glad every day that I have music as a friend, a confidant, a psychologist and a dedicated love. I'm glad that I have such great people in my life, such as my partner in crime here, my sister, my daughter, and my friends. I'm glad that I discovered how much I enjoy writing about what I love, and how even though we don't have many people checking us out, I don't really care, because I'm excersising my need to write and to share what I've discovered or checked out.
Finally, it wouldn't be OANS without a list, so...
Top Five Songs I've Listened To In The Last Hour:
1. "I Hope Tomorrow Is Like Today" - Guster
2. "What Sarah Said" - Death Cab For Cutie
3. "Love Will Come Through" - Travis
4. "American Girls" - Counting Crows
5. "Analyse" - Thom Yorke
Thanks for stopping by, if you have, and if you're just checking us out now, please come back and see what we get up to. It should be fun.
Cheers!
At any rate, it's a year. When Courtney informed me via offline IM today that it was a year, I almost skipped a beat. I had no idea it had been that long. I like to think we have been relatively entertaining and interesting to read, even for those who may only occasionally stop by. I've never wanted to be about musical snobbery, telling you what's good and daring you to disagree with me. I know what I like and I try to pass that along to you in the hopes that you'll experience music that I've found to be good. Life certainly isn't easy at the moment on any front, and quite frankly, music is a pretty sweet escape, be it Bach, Death Cab for Cutie, Radiohead, Ani DiFranco, The Sex Pistols, Metallica or the Oak Ridge Boys.
Some background on Courtney and myself. We've been friends now for quite some time, having discovered each other in comments at Blank Forever, Tesco's old all-music blog. Since then we've developed a deep, deep friendship. As evidenced in her comments below, we do share a brain, most-times, when it comes to music. The best part about it though, is that we can introduce each other to new music and ask for opinions from one another, and know that we're being honest and open about our feelings. It's quite a cool friendship, in my opinion. She's a fantastic author, as well. I'm priveliged to be here with her.
As for me, I do my best. My sister always says I'm annoying when it comes to music, because I have no "slot" that I fall in. I listen to a lot of different music, everything I can that I think is good or that I like. I often annoy her tremendously by playing Bob Dylan CD's in the car when we're driving some place, just because I know she can't stand it. Of course, I'll catch her singing along to "Stuck Inside Mobile With The Memphis Blues (Again)", but she'll deny it. It's moments like that that make me realize what a joy music is to me. Watching my sister silently lip-sync those lyrics never fails to amuse and fill me with happiness. Of course, she'll insist that I put on my Linkin Park/Marilyn Manson/Korn et. al. playlist so she can keep her "street cred".
Suffice it to say, I'm glad every day that I have music as a friend, a confidant, a psychologist and a dedicated love. I'm glad that I have such great people in my life, such as my partner in crime here, my sister, my daughter, and my friends. I'm glad that I discovered how much I enjoy writing about what I love, and how even though we don't have many people checking us out, I don't really care, because I'm excersising my need to write and to share what I've discovered or checked out.
Finally, it wouldn't be OANS without a list, so...
Top Five Songs I've Listened To In The Last Hour:
1. "I Hope Tomorrow Is Like Today" - Guster
2. "What Sarah Said" - Death Cab For Cutie
3. "Love Will Come Through" - Travis
4. "American Girls" - Counting Crows
5. "Analyse" - Thom Yorke
Thanks for stopping by, if you have, and if you're just checking us out now, please come back and see what we get up to. It should be fun.
Cheers!
It Doesn't Really Matter What Chords I Play, What Words I Say, Or Time of Day It Is
A year ago today, MJ and I launched this space. We had been mulling it over in IM conversations for a long time previous to this, and then one day, he emails me a template, and it began. We took our long-standing, twisted, sometimes hysterical (in both the comedic and swooning Victorian ladies definitions of the word), always engaging conversation about the music we love into the larger interweb. And we are TERRIBLE bloggers in that respect; despite our many attempts to impose publishing calendars upon ourselves, stick to schedules, topics, inevitably, one of us falls off the wagon. I don't know why he does it, but I can tell you why I continue to try and keep something interesting in this space we've created.
If any of our, what, three, readers have read our profiles, it's clear to you we don't live anywhere near each other. This friendship we have is conducted online, mostly through IM, and lately, I've been a huge slacker in that department, as my new job somewhat prohibits my online access to fun these days (they're watching. For real). But I can tell you without hesitation, or reservation, that there is no one I would rather be having this conversation with. We are like musical mirror twins. Sure, we differ on some pretty big points (Ani DiFranco and Radiohead come to mind), and I'd imagine our cd collections have some interesting variations. What's fun about this conversation is the quirky bits. The weird little secret loves that pop up every now and then, and our respective groups of friends go, "huh?", and we twitter, knowing that 300 miles away, someone else totally understands the beauty of the Partridge Family Christmas album, or why England Dan and John Ford Coley may have written one of the greatest songs to come out of the 70s (and yes, I had to YET AGAIN Google the name). And these are only two of the HUNDREDS of quirks we've shared over time. It's bizarre. And even when I'm arguing music with other friends, I can almost hear what MJ's opinion would be, and know that when the death match about greatest hair metal ballad of the 80s goes down, I'll have ONE person, anyway, to go to the mattresses with me. Which reminds me of a list...
So, at this year's anniversary of letting the world into our twisted little musical brains, I just want to thank MJ for indulging my psychosis all this time. And when the day finally comes "when music is a liquid they pour into your head" , I'll still want to know what's swimming around inside of yours.
Peace. Love. Music.
If any of our, what, three, readers have read our profiles, it's clear to you we don't live anywhere near each other. This friendship we have is conducted online, mostly through IM, and lately, I've been a huge slacker in that department, as my new job somewhat prohibits my online access to fun these days (they're watching. For real). But I can tell you without hesitation, or reservation, that there is no one I would rather be having this conversation with. We are like musical mirror twins. Sure, we differ on some pretty big points (Ani DiFranco and Radiohead come to mind), and I'd imagine our cd collections have some interesting variations. What's fun about this conversation is the quirky bits. The weird little secret loves that pop up every now and then, and our respective groups of friends go, "huh?", and we twitter, knowing that 300 miles away, someone else totally understands the beauty of the Partridge Family Christmas album, or why England Dan and John Ford Coley may have written one of the greatest songs to come out of the 70s (and yes, I had to YET AGAIN Google the name). And these are only two of the HUNDREDS of quirks we've shared over time. It's bizarre. And even when I'm arguing music with other friends, I can almost hear what MJ's opinion would be, and know that when the death match about greatest hair metal ballad of the 80s goes down, I'll have ONE person, anyway, to go to the mattresses with me. Which reminds me of a list...
So, at this year's anniversary of letting the world into our twisted little musical brains, I just want to thank MJ for indulging my psychosis all this time. And when the day finally comes "when music is a liquid they pour into your head" , I'll still want to know what's swimming around inside of yours.
Peace. Love. Music.
Labels: blog anniversary, music
10/5/08
Summer Was Gone, and the Heat Died Down
I went out the other night and sat on my front stairs and looked at the autumn stars. Something about a fall evening, makes me wistful, nostalgic, calm.
Enjoy these days while they're here.
Time of No Reply - Nick Drake
Enjoy these days while they're here.
Time of No Reply - Nick Drake
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