Did you know I really like when people just freak the fuck out when they sing. Not in a "Hey...we're called 3 inches of blood...rooooooooccckkk!!!!" sort of way. Think more along the lines of Joplin. I mean she had one of those voices that you only get from smoking unfiltered Pall Malls for 20 years; that kind of gravelly, melodic voice that you appreciate for it's ability to make your hair stand on end when she really gets after it. Melissa Ethridge can do that, or could anyway, maybe not so much now. I also want them, the singer, to surprise me when they do it. I don't want them to start right out singing like that because it loses it's effect on me when it doesn't slap me in the face. Kurt Cobain, he could do it.
Everyone can agree, or should agree, that some music transcends arguments about whether or not you like it. No one should have to ask if you like the Beatles, you just should. But what about songs that aren't all that good, either lyrically or musically or both but have "your thing" in them and because of that one thing you will agree with your friends when asked "is this crap or what?" but secretly add that song to your iPod play list. For example, I have on my iPod a song by Brandi Carlisle that is not really a fantastic song, decent, but not great. It's called "the story" and I listen to it solely for the fact that at 2:55 into the song she just comes unglued for a second before she regains her composure. It's cool. Tracy Bonham - Mother Mother, decent song. Wouldn't be in my play list were it not for the freak outs. They needn't be total melt downs though. A Rush of Blood to the Head by Coldplay, dig that song too. David Gray - Disappearing World also qualifies. Both of those to a lesser ( a much much lesser) degree though.
Another example, Joy likes songs that have the phrase "sha-la-la" or variants there of, in them. It so happens that there are some great tunes with "sha-la-la" somewhere in them. If you tell her that the song has "sha-la-la" in it though she's probably going to think it's alright, even if it sucks pretty hard. No offense. It's cool.
So what else? I mean it seems like a lot of people that I have known have had something like that; something that will bias them toward a song for no good reason. I'd be interested in knowing what those things are. So, if you please, Artist and song Title if you decide to leave a comment.
I'm in New York working at the Lincoln Center for the next two weeks. I'll be staying in an apartment somewhere in downtown Manhattan, not exactly sure where, don't really care. I have the address at my office. I was kind of hoping to be more towards mid-town, since the Lincoln Center is in mid-town and that would seriously cut down on my commute every morning. Our office is on Broad Street though and it wouldn't surprise me to find out that the apartment is in that vicinity. I have the weekends and evenings to myself so I'll be wandering about trying not to get crushed by a falling piano. Sounds stupid until you realize who's blog you're reading. I'll try and post from the city. I imagine I'll have that capability... be kinda pissed if I don't.
more soon.....
Music: "For No One" - The Beatles
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
I stole this.
I thought you might like to see what searches bring people to my blog. This was Joy's idea but I have some real winners here so I've decided to share.
Keyword Searches that have found my blog:
1. Mr. Biggelsworth horse racing
2. Sarnia mustache rides
3. Hippity hop bouncing
4. Wig shop Novi Michigan
5. Nicholas Cage Steroids
Some I can see but Mr. Biggelsworth horse racing......ridonkulous.
Keyword Searches that have found my blog:
1. Mr. Biggelsworth horse racing
2. Sarnia mustache rides
3. Hippity hop bouncing
4. Wig shop Novi Michigan
5. Nicholas Cage Steroids
Some I can see but Mr. Biggelsworth horse racing......ridonkulous.
Monday, October 01, 2007
Absent-mindedness Leads to Strong Odor of Bananas; Sooted Foot.
I've been on a huge banana kick as of late. I've heard that Potassium is very important in the regulation of one's blood pressure and you can never be too careful about your health. Is my blood pressure elevated? Who knows....but why take chances with that sort of thing. I mean look what happened to Al Oerter. If it can get this guy, it can get anybody.
I'm not going to fool myself into thinking that I stand a better chance than someone in this kind of shape. At the same time though I think that it's fair to say that my dying from something as banal as complications due to elevated blood pressure is just not in my cards. My demise will be the stuff of legends. There will be bumper stickers issued for those who are in attendance when it happens. They will simply read: " I was there". My life's purpose is not to save another's nor is it to make a meaningful contribution to humanity or to serve as warning to others. My final moments will be to showcase to future populations that the Cosmos does in fact have a sense of humor and just hang on because in a second she'll prove it to you.
I was trying to do a lot of things at the same time last Friday. Cook what I was hoping would be a delicious dessert, do laundry, assess my clothing needs for my co-worker's wedding on Saturday(Several requirements it turns out.), run the vacuum, arrange photos and pay attention to the Tigers game on the radio among other things. Oh, and eat a banana. So I'm walking around, eatin' this banana, and next thing I know I'm missing my banana. Strange, I thought. Not to worry though, thanks to a recent trip to the grocery store I'm well prepared for just such a scenario. So I get another banana. I dive in. When bananas are good, they're f-ing good. And these suckers were aces. Which is why I was saddened and confused to find that only a few minutes later I was again looking around for my banana. "Are you serious?, I asked....myself. So I search for a minute, looking in all the obvious places you might leave a banana. Then I give up. After all, I've got bananas for days in the kitchen, I'll get a shiny new one! So I do. D-licious. I'm feeling good again and I set out to continue on with my chores. 10 minutes later I'm tearing the house apart, wondering out loud what kind of an asshole loses 3 bananas...half eaten bananas no less. How do you do that? Adjectives like vast, colossal and immense will never be used to describe my apartment. And I'm not joking when I tell you that for a moment I entertained the idea that a bird flew into my window and stole them. After what I thought was a fair search for them I gave up.
Some time later I was sitting in my living room listening to the Tigers lose (but they had a great season!) when the faint yet distinct smell of bananas came wafting over me. So I followed it. Opening the closet door I found one of the bananas sitting atop my dryer, which was running. Warm banana, Yahtzee! So I ate it and decided that I should put my clothes away. I had jackets and pants and ties and belts and shoes tossed all over my bed. I began pairing them off, these pants with that jacket, when what should I discover but banana number two peeking through the pile of shirts on my bed. Stupid, right? Dumb to put a banana on your bed, really dumb to pile clothes on top of it. I ate it though. It was good too.
I went to the gym and came back all the while wondering where I could have put the last one. Nothing was out of play now. I began to look between cushions on the sofa, under the chair and finally while I was at the computer table I found it while grabbing for my CD case. It was on the shelf inside the door of the buffet on top of which I keep my computer, duh. Why wouldn't you look there? So I picked it up and set it on the buffet next to my laptop. Better keep an eye on it, right?. So I started to pack up my computer to take to my folk's house for the weekend when the most amazing/startling/"If anyone other than Aaron had told me that I wouldn't have believed it" thing happened. I couldn't get the plug out of the surge strip that was lying on the ground and so I put my banana in my mouth and used both hands to pull on the cord and a foot to hold the strip down. The banana broke and the peel fell onto the surge strip in such a way that it made the connection between prongs and draped across my foot. With a small pop the peel poofed out black soot all over my toes. So there I stood, banana in mouth, cord in hand and blackened foot sporting my best "What the fuck?" styled face nearly electrocuted by a banana.....
This is how I know I am destined for "mortality immortality". A death for the ages...so grand and mysterious that folk songs will be written about me. The entire universe is my very own Rube Goldberg apparatus. You should get to know me better. You are going to want a front row seat for this show. I only hope that it is a few years off still.
Music: "Idioteque" - Radiohead
I'm not going to fool myself into thinking that I stand a better chance than someone in this kind of shape. At the same time though I think that it's fair to say that my dying from something as banal as complications due to elevated blood pressure is just not in my cards. My demise will be the stuff of legends. There will be bumper stickers issued for those who are in attendance when it happens. They will simply read: " I was there". My life's purpose is not to save another's nor is it to make a meaningful contribution to humanity or to serve as warning to others. My final moments will be to showcase to future populations that the Cosmos does in fact have a sense of humor and just hang on because in a second she'll prove it to you.
I was trying to do a lot of things at the same time last Friday. Cook what I was hoping would be a delicious dessert, do laundry, assess my clothing needs for my co-worker's wedding on Saturday(Several requirements it turns out.), run the vacuum, arrange photos and pay attention to the Tigers game on the radio among other things. Oh, and eat a banana. So I'm walking around, eatin' this banana, and next thing I know I'm missing my banana. Strange, I thought. Not to worry though, thanks to a recent trip to the grocery store I'm well prepared for just such a scenario. So I get another banana. I dive in. When bananas are good, they're f-ing good. And these suckers were aces. Which is why I was saddened and confused to find that only a few minutes later I was again looking around for my banana. "Are you serious?, I asked....myself. So I search for a minute, looking in all the obvious places you might leave a banana. Then I give up. After all, I've got bananas for days in the kitchen, I'll get a shiny new one! So I do. D-licious. I'm feeling good again and I set out to continue on with my chores. 10 minutes later I'm tearing the house apart, wondering out loud what kind of an asshole loses 3 bananas...half eaten bananas no less. How do you do that? Adjectives like vast, colossal and immense will never be used to describe my apartment. And I'm not joking when I tell you that for a moment I entertained the idea that a bird flew into my window and stole them. After what I thought was a fair search for them I gave up.
Some time later I was sitting in my living room listening to the Tigers lose (but they had a great season!) when the faint yet distinct smell of bananas came wafting over me. So I followed it. Opening the closet door I found one of the bananas sitting atop my dryer, which was running. Warm banana, Yahtzee! So I ate it and decided that I should put my clothes away. I had jackets and pants and ties and belts and shoes tossed all over my bed. I began pairing them off, these pants with that jacket, when what should I discover but banana number two peeking through the pile of shirts on my bed. Stupid, right? Dumb to put a banana on your bed, really dumb to pile clothes on top of it. I ate it though. It was good too.
I went to the gym and came back all the while wondering where I could have put the last one. Nothing was out of play now. I began to look between cushions on the sofa, under the chair and finally while I was at the computer table I found it while grabbing for my CD case. It was on the shelf inside the door of the buffet on top of which I keep my computer, duh. Why wouldn't you look there? So I picked it up and set it on the buffet next to my laptop. Better keep an eye on it, right?. So I started to pack up my computer to take to my folk's house for the weekend when the most amazing/startling/"If anyone other than Aaron had told me that I wouldn't have believed it" thing happened. I couldn't get the plug out of the surge strip that was lying on the ground and so I put my banana in my mouth and used both hands to pull on the cord and a foot to hold the strip down. The banana broke and the peel fell onto the surge strip in such a way that it made the connection between prongs and draped across my foot. With a small pop the peel poofed out black soot all over my toes. So there I stood, banana in mouth, cord in hand and blackened foot sporting my best "What the fuck?" styled face nearly electrocuted by a banana.....
This is how I know I am destined for "mortality immortality". A death for the ages...so grand and mysterious that folk songs will be written about me. The entire universe is my very own Rube Goldberg apparatus. You should get to know me better. You are going to want a front row seat for this show. I only hope that it is a few years off still.
Music: "Idioteque" - Radiohead
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