Here's to women's kisses, and to whiskey, amber clear; Not as sweet as a woman's kiss, but a darn sight more sincere!
Celebrating St. Patty's this past Saturday in Woodlawn, I got myself into some proper mischief. A word to the wise: never dare an Irish--especially after a few shots and a pint. Being the proud Irish that I am, I will celebrate dear ol' St. Patty's Day with a superb mix. Su-fecking-perb, I say. Some will be classics, others will be thrown in purely for fun and entertainment.
I just can not help myself. I'm sorry. My Mac addiction is at an all-time high and you guys are getting the brunt of it. One good thing about the Mac? Their videos are always an artsy acid trip. From Seven Wonders to Everywhere (can't get away from that song) to Hold Me--all cinematatic endeavours reminding you of just how hip and non-conformist the Mac are.
Britney in anime--surely you jest? No. I can’t. It happened and here’s the proof. “Break the Ice” the new single off Blackout, provides the background noise in this interesting mini animated feature. I am a bit speechless actually. Maybe it’s because I’m over-tired and my brain is still trying to process that nonsense. The end leaves us with a cliffhanger--to be contined...
We are not boys. We are men. To prove it, we’ll ditch the our roles and our tunnel of love and sing about heartbreak in the desert. Because then? Then we can fall on our knees in the sand repeatedly, because THAT’s how men do it.They just fall--BAM! just like that. No bubble guns, so silly finger wagging, no classic ’90s hairstyles. We grown, yo.
Speaking of grown men singing in boy bands attempting to produce artsy themed music videos...I actually had to dig out my way old cd for this song, as I could not find it on the internet. I remember when the video came out and they were on TRL and when Carson Daly asked what the video was about, they tried to assign it some deep meaning. The girl was crying because love hurts as does getting hit in the face and love and a person’s face are things that don’t need to get bruised.
I was addicted to these ladies like you wouldn't believe. While I did love me some Spice Girls, I just never got into them as much as I got into B*Witched. Maybe it was because they were Irish, maybe because their songs were addicting, or maybe because the cover of their first album was orange--who knows. When I broke my cassette from overusing it, I immediately set out and bought it on CD. I bought all of their singles--hell, I even had a t-shirt.
I like how instead of me discussing the music videos, this has just evolved into me rambling on about the song or the artist. Nice. Also? This was totally started on Saturday. Totally.
The night went smashingly! While the WaMu Theater is a cozy venue in which all seats have a fair viewing of the stage, date and I thought otherwise, and went from this, to this, to finally, this. Sick, right? It's amazing what a simple skip and a hop can do.
Fancy was absent from the lineup, but M.I.A. made a quick onstage appearance when Mehdi and Busy P did a mix of her song, "Boyz." Well, it was more like Busy P dragging her onstage. F.Y.I., she's boning Diplo, so naturally she had come to watch him perform. Chromeo was fanfuckingtastic. Seriously. They sound just as amazing live. Also? Much love for reaching back to their first record for a few tunes. Needy Girl? Needy More Love after performing that gem!
Justice was a mindblow as well. We had left to get drinks during the mini break after Chromeo's set and when we walked back in, Justice was onstage with at least fifty amps and their trademark cross dead center on the stage. It was a sight to behold, and made the music appreciating nut I am, mist up a bit. They didn't open with their biggie, "D.A.N.C.E.", but with "One Minute to Midnight"--if I remember correctly, and I think I do. They teased us with "D.A.N.C.E." Teased us big time. They first dropped a wee bit of the beginning of "D.A.N.C.E." in the middle of another song. Then waited just long enough where you thought you were hearing things before they did it again. This went on for about ten minutes. And when they did play "D.A.N.C.E." they proceeded to tease us further by slowing down the tempo.
Of course I didn't come home without a little somethin' somethin' for you guys. My crappy and ancient digital camera has video capabilities. I managed to knock off a few clips of Justice's set before my memory card ran out. The image quality (as well as sound on some)is poor, but hey, I was there and you weren't, so you'll just have to shut up and deal, won't you? I kid, I kid--but seriously. You really do just need to deal with poor quality or at least have the decency to buy me a new camera if you're going to whine. I make a brief cameo in Clip 6. I'm only posting the best clip here, you can go to my video page for the rest.
Ok, ok. By nature I am a bit of a nervous person. So now, with one, meeting a complete stranger tonight, and two, going to view a an apartment (more strangers), I am a bit of a wreck. Lacking a sense of direction, I am more nervous about the latter rather than the former. Let's hope I don't get lost, folks! Also? Let's hope the apartment is cute and I snag it, ok? OK! I apologize for the rambles, I just needed to get rid of some of the nervousness.
This week's edition is dedicated to The Mac, just because it can be.
Fleetwood Mac -- Thrown Down You've shaken your faith in me, no You've shaken my faith in everything else A decision no one makes, and now you're going home Faith is a hard thing to hold on to Something inside you says I don't have to You're not like other people, you do what you want to You're not like other people, you do what you want to...
Fleetwood Mac -- You & I, Part II I wake up With my eyes shut tight Hoping tomorrow will never come For you and I Oh the phantoms Crawl out of the night Hoping the daylight will never come For you and I Keep your heart open and your eyes shut tight What will be, will be Keep your heart open and your eyes shut tight But don't forget about me...
Fleetwood Mac -- Say You Love Me Have mercy, baby on a poor girl like me, You know I'm falling, falling, falling at your feet, I'm tingling right from my head to my toes, So help me, help me, help me make the feeling go. 'Cause when the loving starts, and the lights go down, And there's not another living soul around, Then you woo me until the sun comes up, And you say that you love me...
Having found a proper date for tonight, the anxiety is gone and the excitement is on--on like Donkey Kong, baby! Okay, so to say the least: I am excited. And honestly, if I may say so, I am more excited about seeing Chromeo tonight then Justice. Blasphemous, a bit, I know. But over the last few weeks, I've become addicted to Fancy Footwork. I don't what it is with that album, but I keep going back to it. It's like dirty 80's synth pop that learned how to shower--I don't know how else to describe it. Justice is going to phenomenawesome fo' sho, but I think Chromeo are going to be the ones to start tearing things up. Also, I can't help but love an album whose beats remind me of Ghostbusters and Batman. Listen to the album and you'll know what I mean.
Anyways, as I was saying, the concert tonight is going to be wicked (how Bostonian of me). It's going to feel amazing to just let fucking loose. Months of frustration to be danced away in just a few short hours. Ugh, it's going to be better than...well, lets just say lots of things. Since New York is the only date all the acts are scheduled to play (hooray!), let's celebrate! It's all about the little victories, folks.
...when boxes were packed, then unpacked, then re-packed. Possessions sorted into piles--what to keep, what to throw away, what to sell. Possessions packed into boxes. Possessions no longer possessions so much as they were objects in boxes. In boxes, ready to move. Ready to move...
40,000th track scrobbled on my LastFM today. If LastFM worked properly, I probably would have broke that mark a week ago, but no biggie. To celebrate? Two tracks each from my top five listened to artists according to LastFM.
Twenty-One. Ovary Carrier. Philosopher. Overworked. Underplayed. Writer. Lover. Music Appreciator. Batman Freak. Red-Haired. Freckled.
Just an old sweet song, keeps Georgia on my mind...
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