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Today's retro video flashback:
I can't hear this song without thinking of cruising in Darth with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
metabomber. Good times, yo.
I can't hear this song without thinking of cruising in Darth with
metabomber. Good times, yo.
I like to listen to music while I work, especially if I'm doing some sort of manual labor or repetitive task.
Last night, while preparing the boy's supper, I had Dig Up Her Bones playing and was bopping around the kitchen while arranging food on his plate. Cue the boy wandering in with my love; he takes a moment to listen to the music and then starts doing this odd little headbanging dance. If I hadn't been streaming music from my phone at the time, I totally would have tried for a video capture.
My little horror punk rocker. ♥
Last night, while preparing the boy's supper, I had Dig Up Her Bones playing and was bopping around the kitchen while arranging food on his plate. Cue the boy wandering in with my love; he takes a moment to listen to the music and then starts doing this odd little headbanging dance. If I hadn't been streaming music from my phone at the time, I totally would have tried for a video capture.
My little horror punk rocker. ♥
Today's introspective question is "who is my Maria?". I'll let y'all figure that one out on your own.
Been on something of a retro-ish music kick today and rediscovered the following:
Enjoy.
Been on something of a retro-ish music kick today and rediscovered the following:
Enjoy.
I thought I'd share my current musical obsession, since F+tM seriously deserve the adulation.
Something about this song just hit me this morning and resonated so hard that I haven't been able to stop listening to it.
And now, back to the grindstone. One of these days, if I'm really good, maybe my inbox will read 0 for a few glorious moments.
a guy can dream, can't he?
Something about this song just hit me this morning and resonated so hard that I haven't been able to stop listening to it.
And now, back to the grindstone. One of these days, if I'm really good, maybe my inbox will read 0 for a few glorious moments.
a guy can dream, can't he?
Today's retro video flashback isn't so much of a video as I'd like, but what can you do? I re-stumbled upon this yesterday and I haven't been able to get it out of my head. Good thing I have a soft spot for W.A.S.P., I suppose.
There are just some songs which bring a smile to my face and lift my mood , no matter how dark it has become. Counting Crows' Mrs. Potter's Lullaby is one of those songs for me. The other, which I just discovered worked as well is this:
The week started out on a low point for me, but I watched this last night and all the bad things I was seeing and all the negativity I felt just stopped mattering so much. Gotta love that.
The week started out on a low point for me, but I watched this last night and all the bad things I was seeing and all the negativity I felt just stopped mattering so much. Gotta love that.
donde estas matador...
Jul. 6th, 2010 02:32 pmAnd apropos the music of my last post, I was suddenly reminded of my second memory of buddhagrrl (the first, of course being the time we met on the way to Manray). I had gone to Manray either by myself or with lordbleys (we went there together a lot back during that time of my life) and I was in the cage room, getting a drink and just people watching while waiting for something better to come on in the front room. Teardrop was playing and the crowd on the floor and stage was just a mass of sinuously writhing folk. I distinctly recall two people moving away from eachother on the stage, like a curtain being parted, and being afforded a view of buddhagrrl coming up for this very low bend at the waist maneuver. The whole moment just struck me as really cool, since for all the world, it looked as if the three of them had choreographed the whole thing.
Whenever I've been forced to explain the concept of 'art by accident', that moment always springs to mind as a perfect example. Here were three people, clearly not working together, who managed to craft a beautiful moment just by being in the right place at the right time and moving in the right way.
Anyway, that was today's Moment of Zen, as it were.
buddhagrrl (the first, of course being the time we met on the way to Manray). I had gone to Manray either by myself or with lordbleys (we went there together a lot back during that time of my life) and I was in the cage room, getting a drink and just people watching while waiting for something better to come on in the front room. Teardrop was playing and the crowd on the floor and stage was just a mass of sinuously writhing folk. I distinctly recall two people moving away from eachother on the stage, like a curtain being parted, and being afforded a view of buddhagrrl coming up for this very low bend at the waist maneuver. The whole moment just struck me as really cool, since for all the world, it looked as if the three of them had choreographed the whole thing.Whenever I've been forced to explain the concept of 'art by accident', that moment always springs to mind as a perfect example. Here were three people, clearly not working together, who managed to craft a beautiful moment just by being in the right place at the right time and moving in the right way.
Anyway, that was today's Moment of Zen, as it were.
Won't you listen to the music...
Jun. 15th, 2010 11:23 amI seriously can't stop listening to this song today (and yesterday for that matter). Sadly, embedding has been disabled for this one, but that just means y'all will get to exercise your clicking fingers. Video should be SFW so um, yeah.
I'm also seriously digging on the following:
I love their minimalist style and the odd harmonies they achieve.
I'm also seriously digging on the following:
I love their minimalist style and the odd harmonies they achieve.
For those of you who like mashups, I submit Mashopolos.
Iron Maiden and Public Enemey you say? And whats this? Black Sabbath and Led Zepplin?
FUCK YEAH!
Ahem.
Carry on, citizens.
Iron Maiden and Public Enemey you say? And whats this? Black Sabbath and Led Zepplin?
FUCK YEAH!
Ahem.
Carry on, citizens.
Heh. I don't know why I find this so funny, except that maybe it reminds me of how my brother and I used to watch He-Man with the sound off while playing Black Sabbath records so we could make our own music videos. Skeletor totally rocked the mic in War Pigs, yo.
Okay, I'm done now. Honest.
Okay, I'm done now. Honest.
Been struggling with the depression a lot for the past month or so and so far, I seem to be staying on top of things, but this has lead to an increase in radio silence. Granted, I wasn't all that communicative to begin with, but for those of you who were kind of used to my semi-regular communiques, well, I'm sorry.
In other news, FineTune continues to be a wonderful guilty pleasure - there is something wonderful about being able to blast the likes of Motorhead, Judas Priest, Metallica and Dio when I'm alone in The Tower. And speaking of The Tower, work continues to be fun and exciting, the moronic questions I sometimes have to deal with non-withstanding.
Anyway, that is it for this installation. Now back to answering the phone and emails, and pondering if I want to delete this journal or not.
I'm out.
In other news, FineTune continues to be a wonderful guilty pleasure - there is something wonderful about being able to blast the likes of Motorhead, Judas Priest, Metallica and Dio when I'm alone in The Tower. And speaking of The Tower, work continues to be fun and exciting, the moronic questions I sometimes have to deal with non-withstanding.
Anyway, that is it for this installation. Now back to answering the phone and emails, and pondering if I want to delete this journal or not.
I'm out.
Gotta launder, my karma...
Dec. 3rd, 2007 05:02 pmToday's guilty pleasure: Blasting Christina Aguilara's Dirrty and bopping around the office. There are days when I love my work environment. Fortunately, those days happen more often than not.
In other news, my parents-in-law rock. They came a-visiting this weekend, and not only did they shower me with b-day gifts and dinners, but Dad-in-law installed a new door in our basement to help deal with the heat loss through the bulkhead.
In other news, my parents-in-law rock. They came a-visiting this weekend, and not only did they shower me with b-day gifts and dinners, but Dad-in-law installed a new door in our basement to help deal with the heat loss through the bulkhead.
Whenever I listen to music, I end up revisiting memories tied to specific songs - hearing Add it Up reminds me of driving with my friend Sherry, Head Like a Hole always reminds me of being on a bus heading to AB High School for the Drama Competition, Trip Like I Do reminds me of phone calls to Nikki, Hard reminds me of breaking up with Robin, etc... The songs are always tied into the memories memories given that they were playing when the memories happened, except for The Cowboy Junkies song Come Calling. For whatever reason, whenever I hear the version they did for WXRV's music series, I'm transported to Dover, NH in the late Fall. That first chord contains all the longing and frustration, sorrow and hope I ever felt in that town. Given that I never heard that song until after I moved back down to MA, I'm always at a loss to explain the connection, other than that it just fits.
Secret shame of the day: Meatloaf's I'd Do Anything For Love and It's All Coming Back To Me Now played back to back. I feel like I should be sporting a manic grin and hitting things with a stick.
Damn you Rhapsody, damn you to hell and then maybe back out of it.
Damn you Rhapsody, damn you to hell and then maybe back out of it.
wheels of fire burn the night...
Jun. 13th, 2006 10:01 amDoing some research for the next movie night (Noirpalooza '06) and came across this little gem regarding Orson Wells: (Wells) "provided voice for some songs of heavy metal band Manowar: Dark Avenger and Defender". This amuses me in ways I can't begin to explain.
