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Yeah! I mean it. Also, I am sorry for not blogging here very often. I will work on that.
16 July, 2011
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11 January, 2011
"Two Birds"
Two birds on a wire
One tries to fly away
And the other watches him close from that wire
He says he wants to as well
But he is a liar
I'll believe it all
There's nothing I won't understand
I'll believe it all
I won't let go of your hand
Two birds on a wire
One says c'mon and the other says "I'm tired"
The sky is overcast and I'm sorry
One more or one less
Nobody's worried
I'll believe it all
There's nothing I won't understand
I'll believe it all
I won't let go of your hand
Two birds of a feather
Say that they're always gonna stay together
But one's never going to let go of that wire
He says that he will
But he's just a liar
Two birds on a wire
One tries to fly away and the other
Watches him close from that wire
He says he wants to as well, but he is a liar
Two birds on a wire
Once tries to fly away and the other...
08 January, 2011
27 December, 2010
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24 December, 2010
"Babelogue" by Patti Smith
I haven't fucked much with the past, but I've fucked plenty with the future.
Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed.
A stage is like each bolt of wood, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure.
I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that
nestled the P.A.
Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off with a skirt of green net sewed over with flat metallic circles which dazzled and
flashed.
The lights were violet and white. I had an ornamental veil, but I couldn't bear to use it.
When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, but now my hair itself is a veil, and the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy
Comanche lies beneath this netting of the skin.
I wake up. I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun.
I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. In heart I am a Moslem; in heart I am an American;
In heart I am Moslem, in heart I'm an American artist, and I have no guilt.
I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin.
The narrow archway; the layers; the scroll of ancient lettuce.
We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore.
He spared the child and spoiled the rod. I have not sold myself to God.
Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed.
A stage is like each bolt of wood, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure.
I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that
nestled the P.A.
Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off with a skirt of green net sewed over with flat metallic circles which dazzled and
flashed.
The lights were violet and white. I had an ornamental veil, but I couldn't bear to use it.
When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, but now my hair itself is a veil, and the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy
Comanche lies beneath this netting of the skin.
I wake up. I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun.
I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. In heart I am a Moslem; in heart I am an American;
In heart I am Moslem, in heart I'm an American artist, and I have no guilt.
I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin.
The narrow archway; the layers; the scroll of ancient lettuce.
We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore.
He spared the child and spoiled the rod. I have not sold myself to God.
21 November, 2010
Great quote
“We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody and they don’t have books, don’t fuck them.”
— John Waters
— John Waters
20 November, 2010
Rules for living with people
Pulled from Amanda Palmer's blog along with the majority of my inspiration recently, this is great:
How to Tour in a Band or Whatever
1. Don’t Complain. Bitching, moaning, whining is tour cancer. If something is wrong, fix it or shut the fuck up you fucking dick. Goddamn.
2. If you fart, claim it.
3. Don’t Lose shit. Everybody loses shit. Don’t fucking do it. Asshole.
4. Don’t fuck anyone in the band. There are tons of people to fuck who are not in this band. Dumbass.
5. If you feel like shit all the time, drink less beer at the gig. You will play better & feel better. What are you…..a child? Some have the endurance for self abuse. Most don’t.
6. Remember the soundman’s name. He will do a better job.
7. Eat oranges. Cures constipation & prevents colds.
8. Masturbate, duh… Where & when? Be creative. You’re an artist right?
9. If YOU cant carry your suitcase 3 blocks, it’s too goddamn big.
10. Respect public space in the van. Don’t clutter, you Fuck.
11. If you borrow something, return it. Not Fucked Up.
12. Do Not let the promoter dick you or talk you out of the guarantee. If there were not enough people there, it’s their fault.
13. Driver picks the music.
14. One navigator only (usually sitting shotgun). Everyone else, shut the fuck up.
15. Soundcheck is for checking sounds. Shut the fuck up while everyone else is checking.
16. Don’t wander off. Let someone know where you are.
17. Clean up after yourself. What are you…a goddamn toddler?
18. Touring makes everyone bi-polar. Ride the waves as best you can, and remember, moods pass, so don’t make any snap decisions or declarations when you are drunk or insane.
19. Fast food is Poison.
20. The guestlist is for friends, family & people you might want to fuck. Everyone else can pay. They have day jobs.
21. Don't evaluate your whole life while you’re sitting in a janitor closet waiting to go on. You think you’re above having shitty days at work? Shut up & do your goddamn job.
This list was written under the influence of lots of esspresso & anti-depressants while on tour w/ such greats as Shearwater, Swans, Smog, Lisa Germano, Angels of Light, Bill Callahan, & many more. I hope this list will help you get along w/ your co-workers whatever your job is. Contributions to the list by Jordan Geiger, Kimberly Burke, Brian Orloff, Brian Phillips Celebrity Gang Bang, Kevin Schneider, Jonathan Meiburg, Michael Gira and some other folks.
I would add: Don't steal your housmate's food. Geez. Leaving 1/3 of a container of rice where there was once an entire container of green curry is not a subtle gesture, it is an overt and intentional asshole move. #Justsayin' If you need food, ask. I'm big on sharing.
How to Tour in a Band or Whatever
1. Don’t Complain. Bitching, moaning, whining is tour cancer. If something is wrong, fix it or shut the fuck up you fucking dick. Goddamn.
2. If you fart, claim it.
3. Don’t Lose shit. Everybody loses shit. Don’t fucking do it. Asshole.
4. Don’t fuck anyone in the band. There are tons of people to fuck who are not in this band. Dumbass.
5. If you feel like shit all the time, drink less beer at the gig. You will play better & feel better. What are you…..a child? Some have the endurance for self abuse. Most don’t.
6. Remember the soundman’s name. He will do a better job.
7. Eat oranges. Cures constipation & prevents colds.
8. Masturbate, duh… Where & when? Be creative. You’re an artist right?
9. If YOU cant carry your suitcase 3 blocks, it’s too goddamn big.
10. Respect public space in the van. Don’t clutter, you Fuck.
11. If you borrow something, return it. Not Fucked Up.
12. Do Not let the promoter dick you or talk you out of the guarantee. If there were not enough people there, it’s their fault.
13. Driver picks the music.
14. One navigator only (usually sitting shotgun). Everyone else, shut the fuck up.
15. Soundcheck is for checking sounds. Shut the fuck up while everyone else is checking.
16. Don’t wander off. Let someone know where you are.
17. Clean up after yourself. What are you…a goddamn toddler?
18. Touring makes everyone bi-polar. Ride the waves as best you can, and remember, moods pass, so don’t make any snap decisions or declarations when you are drunk or insane.
19. Fast food is Poison.
20. The guestlist is for friends, family & people you might want to fuck. Everyone else can pay. They have day jobs.
21. Don't evaluate your whole life while you’re sitting in a janitor closet waiting to go on. You think you’re above having shitty days at work? Shut up & do your goddamn job.
This list was written under the influence of lots of esspresso & anti-depressants while on tour w/ such greats as Shearwater, Swans, Smog, Lisa Germano, Angels of Light, Bill Callahan, & many more. I hope this list will help you get along w/ your co-workers whatever your job is. Contributions to the list by Jordan Geiger, Kimberly Burke, Brian Orloff, Brian Phillips Celebrity Gang Bang, Kevin Schneider, Jonathan Meiburg, Michael Gira and some other folks.
I would add: Don't steal your housmate's food. Geez. Leaving 1/3 of a container of rice where there was once an entire container of green curry is not a subtle gesture, it is an overt and intentional asshole move. #Justsayin' If you need food, ask. I'm big on sharing.
06 November, 2010
I'm just a girl
I started to build a playlist about an hour ago that is meant to encapsulate the next couple of weeks that I will spend in Sydney (I cannot type the words "last couple of weeks that I will spend in Sydney," because I already know that I am coming back).
It has been a trip. Mentally, physically, emotionally, academically, musically, socially, philosophically. A trip. I have made playlists to chronicle the experience and to understand it in someone else's words. Looking at my playlists, the ones which I can discern at a glace (e.g. through their transparent titles) are from my time here in Australia number nine – including the mix that I am in the process of making.
Nine playlists for 19 weeks is close to a playlist every fortnight. Realize also that I spent a good month listening primarily to The Last Five Years Soundtrack, and probably another month listening to the Temper Trap album. I have been bouncing from radio station to music venue, and craving music that I have not listened to since I was fifteen alongside music that you couldn't have forced me to listen to three months ago (even some noise rock has filtered in there). I have worked on an intensive project that required me to take stock of my own impressions and relations to musical events, alongside those of other people.
Music therapy is my therapy, and mixing is my way of looking at the world and ordering it for myself so that I can grasp it in some way.
So here I am, attempting to order the future – to settle the next few weeks of my journey in musical parameters.
I find myself picking strong acts that champion women and offer heroines, over and over: Le Tigre, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Regina Spektor, Amanda Palmer, the Dresden Dolls, 4 Non Blondes, the White Stripes.
The music itself has a lot of variety, but there are some strong themes. With only nine songs so far, I am ordering them based on energy/tempo as well as trying to space out overlapping artists.
There is a strong theme of tongue in cheek frivolity, which is my current favorite M.O. Glitter and glam rock are attractive genres that provide similarly attractive philosophies, and perhaps I am taking some of this penchant for dark humor/glamor from Australian life as well.
Here are the tracks and my reasons for choosing them (at least the ones which I will consciously acknowledge):
1. "Oasis" by Amanda Palmer
This track is a throw by throw account of a teenage girl who is raped at a party and has an abortion. It was produced by Ben Folds. It has a "ba ba ba, ooh ooh ooh" chorus and jangly piano. The video shows the glittery Amanda getting a coathanger abortion, surrounded by fundamentalist Christians. Amanda wrote a really wonderful blog post about this track, and why exactly it is important to her. But here is why it is important to me: it speaks to the dark truth that rape and abortion are common aspects of female (yes, teenage female) life, and as with any of the darkest aspects of life, they are things that you can deal with through laughter and wit. Importantly, humor is akin and shares a bed with strength. It doesn't mean that people can't deal with dark aspects of their life in many ways, but it does mean that humor is and should be as valid as any other.
2. "Heads Will Roll" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs
I heard this in a nightclub in Sydney, and I always find Karen O's post-mortem rock lyrics hilarious. The music is insanely catchy and easy to dance to, but how many people listen to this account of death by glitter and think about it as such? Karen O channels her brand of female sexuality in an interesting way, and I find myself more and more drawn to her work as a more financially/personally empowered incarnation of the Runaways that explores an open collaboration between male and female musicians. That is the thought behind it, but in terms of my enjoyment of the song...well, that is all wound up in that subtle alchemy of songwriting.
3. "Your Honor" by Regina Spektor
This has been one of my favorite Regina songs for awhile. It strikes me as amusing lyrically and aesthetically. I love the harshness of the song, until the small section which is just piano and soft/sweet vocals. Then she bangs it out again, and makes her point with a cutting line: "Mary had a little lamb, her fleece was white as snow. You've got me and I'm just a common 'ho. But I know what I am and I know what I ain't. And don't get cut, 'cause I still won't be no saint."
4. "Hotel Yorba" by the White Stripes
Female instrumentalists are often looked, but on this song Meg White is where it's at. Without her maniacal drumming, this song would not be hard-hitting in any way. Her percussion is the exclamatory punctuation for Jack's rather tender lyrics. The combination is snarky and sweet, and I am hooked.
5. "They want us to make a song out of the sound of women swallowing their own tongues" by Le Tigre
This is a mash-up of recorded sounds of women stumbling over themselves, and I will forever remember it as an introduction to feminism that is a commentary on female self-empowerment and representation as much as on what other people should be doing for women. Just the other day my Dad said to me: "Remember that you were inspired by Le Tigre and the Donnas." And I was, that is true. But more than anything, I think I started to see a little of myself and what I was thinking in other women. That has continued, and been most obvious in the music I love. It probably started somewhere close to hearing this song.
6. "What's Up?" by 4 Non Blondes
The vocals on this song are shattering...I just love them. They are soulful and shredding. The lyrics are strong. Also, Linda Perry is from Springfield, MA (represent the Pioneer Valley!). Continuing the Carol King tradition of powerful female songwriters and producers, Linda Perry knows what's up. I can't forgive her for James Blunt, but this song makes some headway.
7. "My Alcoholic Friends" by the Dresden Dolls
Per my former comment on Le Tigre, I have recently begun to wish that I had been more open to the Dresden Dolls when I was around that age. I knew about them, I even owned and loved "Coin-operated Boy". But, despite my best attempts, I didn't really get it. Perhaps it took a period of coming to terms with my own darkness, in order to be able to face and laugh at and enjoy theirs. The humor and the heaviness are united so fully in the music, and the wordplay is tops. I can't get this song out of my head.
8. "I Want To Sing" by Regina Spektor
The lyrics are perfect. I cannot get enough of this song. It should be crooned in late-night bars like the one in Nighthawks by Edward Hopper. "This too shall pass, this too shall pass."
It has been a trip. Mentally, physically, emotionally, academically, musically, socially, philosophically. A trip. I have made playlists to chronicle the experience and to understand it in someone else's words. Looking at my playlists, the ones which I can discern at a glace (e.g. through their transparent titles) are from my time here in Australia number nine – including the mix that I am in the process of making.
Nine playlists for 19 weeks is close to a playlist every fortnight. Realize also that I spent a good month listening primarily to The Last Five Years Soundtrack, and probably another month listening to the Temper Trap album. I have been bouncing from radio station to music venue, and craving music that I have not listened to since I was fifteen alongside music that you couldn't have forced me to listen to three months ago (even some noise rock has filtered in there). I have worked on an intensive project that required me to take stock of my own impressions and relations to musical events, alongside those of other people.
Music therapy is my therapy, and mixing is my way of looking at the world and ordering it for myself so that I can grasp it in some way.
So here I am, attempting to order the future – to settle the next few weeks of my journey in musical parameters.
I find myself picking strong acts that champion women and offer heroines, over and over: Le Tigre, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Regina Spektor, Amanda Palmer, the Dresden Dolls, 4 Non Blondes, the White Stripes.
The music itself has a lot of variety, but there are some strong themes. With only nine songs so far, I am ordering them based on energy/tempo as well as trying to space out overlapping artists.
There is a strong theme of tongue in cheek frivolity, which is my current favorite M.O. Glitter and glam rock are attractive genres that provide similarly attractive philosophies, and perhaps I am taking some of this penchant for dark humor/glamor from Australian life as well.
Here are the tracks and my reasons for choosing them (at least the ones which I will consciously acknowledge):
1. "Oasis" by Amanda Palmer
This track is a throw by throw account of a teenage girl who is raped at a party and has an abortion. It was produced by Ben Folds. It has a "ba ba ba, ooh ooh ooh" chorus and jangly piano. The video shows the glittery Amanda getting a coathanger abortion, surrounded by fundamentalist Christians. Amanda wrote a really wonderful blog post about this track, and why exactly it is important to her. But here is why it is important to me: it speaks to the dark truth that rape and abortion are common aspects of female (yes, teenage female) life, and as with any of the darkest aspects of life, they are things that you can deal with through laughter and wit. Importantly, humor is akin and shares a bed with strength. It doesn't mean that people can't deal with dark aspects of their life in many ways, but it does mean that humor is and should be as valid as any other.
2. "Heads Will Roll" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs
I heard this in a nightclub in Sydney, and I always find Karen O's post-mortem rock lyrics hilarious. The music is insanely catchy and easy to dance to, but how many people listen to this account of death by glitter and think about it as such? Karen O channels her brand of female sexuality in an interesting way, and I find myself more and more drawn to her work as a more financially/personally empowered incarnation of the Runaways that explores an open collaboration between male and female musicians. That is the thought behind it, but in terms of my enjoyment of the song...well, that is all wound up in that subtle alchemy of songwriting.
3. "Your Honor" by Regina Spektor
This has been one of my favorite Regina songs for awhile. It strikes me as amusing lyrically and aesthetically. I love the harshness of the song, until the small section which is just piano and soft/sweet vocals. Then she bangs it out again, and makes her point with a cutting line: "Mary had a little lamb, her fleece was white as snow. You've got me and I'm just a common 'ho. But I know what I am and I know what I ain't. And don't get cut, 'cause I still won't be no saint."
4. "Hotel Yorba" by the White Stripes
Female instrumentalists are often looked, but on this song Meg White is where it's at. Without her maniacal drumming, this song would not be hard-hitting in any way. Her percussion is the exclamatory punctuation for Jack's rather tender lyrics. The combination is snarky and sweet, and I am hooked.
5. "They want us to make a song out of the sound of women swallowing their own tongues" by Le Tigre
This is a mash-up of recorded sounds of women stumbling over themselves, and I will forever remember it as an introduction to feminism that is a commentary on female self-empowerment and representation as much as on what other people should be doing for women. Just the other day my Dad said to me: "Remember that you were inspired by Le Tigre and the Donnas." And I was, that is true. But more than anything, I think I started to see a little of myself and what I was thinking in other women. That has continued, and been most obvious in the music I love. It probably started somewhere close to hearing this song.
6. "What's Up?" by 4 Non Blondes
The vocals on this song are shattering...I just love them. They are soulful and shredding. The lyrics are strong. Also, Linda Perry is from Springfield, MA (represent the Pioneer Valley!). Continuing the Carol King tradition of powerful female songwriters and producers, Linda Perry knows what's up. I can't forgive her for James Blunt, but this song makes some headway.
7. "My Alcoholic Friends" by the Dresden Dolls
Per my former comment on Le Tigre, I have recently begun to wish that I had been more open to the Dresden Dolls when I was around that age. I knew about them, I even owned and loved "Coin-operated Boy". But, despite my best attempts, I didn't really get it. Perhaps it took a period of coming to terms with my own darkness, in order to be able to face and laugh at and enjoy theirs. The humor and the heaviness are united so fully in the music, and the wordplay is tops. I can't get this song out of my head.
8. "I Want To Sing" by Regina Spektor
The lyrics are perfect. I cannot get enough of this song. It should be crooned in late-night bars like the one in Nighthawks by Edward Hopper. "This too shall pass, this too shall pass."
05 November, 2010
"It must be like catching lightning in a jar."
I am fascinated by Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer individually – they both make amazing art. But I am also fascinated by them as a couple, and this article just crystallized that fascination for me. Maybe I am enamored with them because they are a "power couple" who seem to work things in their favor, and assume a balance between their intense bond and their self-reliance.
Neil Gaiman on Amanda Palmer & the Dresden Dolls
When it comes to life, I try to choose unconventional role models. I am starting to think that this is part of why I am so fascinated by Neil and Amanda.
Neil Gaiman on Amanda Palmer & the Dresden Dolls
When it comes to life, I try to choose unconventional role models. I am starting to think that this is part of why I am so fascinated by Neil and Amanda.
24 October, 2010
Changing the rules
For anyone who has been following this blog for any time, it is clear to see that it has lost steam despite my best attempts to keep it running as a music blog. Things change, and I have come to the point where I am not inspired to *JUST* write about music in a limited space, but instead to write about a lot of things including, adjacent and parallel to music in my life. Or perhaps, to better phrase this, write about my life with a soundtrack.
Tonight, I am listening to Air's album Walkie Talkie, and I have this Douglas Adams quote running through my head: "It's no coincidence that in no known language does the phrase 'As pretty as an airport' appear.” That's been running through my head since my morning/afternoon in the Sydney Opera House, when someone made the somewhat unsettling comment that they felt like we were in an airport. What was funny was that they were absolutely correct, and yet there were moments when all I could feel was this intense certainty that I had shuffled into a gigantic musical instrument and been swallowed within its walls – and something about that was calming. Air would soundtrack this day in my life, and they have since I got home late this afternoon.
In other news, I love this article deeply, and also think the point made is completely valid. Sex education should be more than just planning for the "catastrophe" of sex. Why does it have to be defined catastrophically? I will never understand this as anything but another way that people try to rule the world through fear, either consciously or unconsciously (and probably through a bit of both).
Here's the article: "Why Didn't We Learn About UTIs in Sex Ed?. I was lucky enough to have a mom who told me about UTIs long before I needed to really worry about them, and also told me secrets for dealing with them. But honestly, I found it horrifying that this adult woman writing the article just put up with the effects of UTIs for years, because she had never learned about them or felt like they were worth mentioning to doctors or sexual partners. That is a problem! Anyway, interesting article, and I love Jezebel so that is an added bonus.
Tonight, I am listening to Air's album Walkie Talkie, and I have this Douglas Adams quote running through my head: "It's no coincidence that in no known language does the phrase 'As pretty as an airport' appear.” That's been running through my head since my morning/afternoon in the Sydney Opera House, when someone made the somewhat unsettling comment that they felt like we were in an airport. What was funny was that they were absolutely correct, and yet there were moments when all I could feel was this intense certainty that I had shuffled into a gigantic musical instrument and been swallowed within its walls – and something about that was calming. Air would soundtrack this day in my life, and they have since I got home late this afternoon.
In other news, I love this article deeply, and also think the point made is completely valid. Sex education should be more than just planning for the "catastrophe" of sex. Why does it have to be defined catastrophically? I will never understand this as anything but another way that people try to rule the world through fear, either consciously or unconsciously (and probably through a bit of both).
Here's the article: "Why Didn't We Learn About UTIs in Sex Ed?. I was lucky enough to have a mom who told me about UTIs long before I needed to really worry about them, and also told me secrets for dealing with them. But honestly, I found it horrifying that this adult woman writing the article just put up with the effects of UTIs for years, because she had never learned about them or felt like they were worth mentioning to doctors or sexual partners. That is a problem! Anyway, interesting article, and I love Jezebel so that is an added bonus.
21 September, 2010
07 September, 2010
"Thunder Road" - Bruce Springsteen
The screen door slams
Mary's dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside
darling you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me
You can hide 'neath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now I'm no hero
That's understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow back your hair
Well the night's busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
Heaven's waiting DOWN ON the tracks
Oh oh come take my hand
Riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road
oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold
Thunder Road
Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back
If you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride it ain't free
And I know you're lonely
For words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free
All the promises'll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're gone
On the wind, so Mary climb in
It's a town full of losers
And I'm pulling out of here to win
Mary's dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside
darling you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me
You can hide 'neath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now I'm no hero
That's understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow back your hair
Well the night's busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
Heaven's waiting DOWN ON the tracks
Oh oh come take my hand
Riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road
oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold
Thunder Road
Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back
If you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride it ain't free
And I know you're lonely
For words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free
All the promises'll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're gone
On the wind, so Mary climb in
It's a town full of losers
And I'm pulling out of here to win
05 September, 2010
"All I Wanna Do" - Sheryl Crow
Hit it!
This ain't no disco
It ain't no country club either
This is LA!
"All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die,"
Says the man next to me out of nowhere
It's apropos of nothing
He says his name's William but I'm sure
He's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy
And he's plain ugly to me
And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole life
We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday
In a bar that faces a giant car wash
The good people of the world are washing their cars
On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing
As best they can in skirts in suits
They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks
Back to the phone company, the record store too
Well, they're nothing like Billy and me, cause
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard
I like a good beer buzz early in the morning
And Billy likes to peel the labels
From his bottles of Bud
He shreds them on the bar
Then he lights every match in an oversized pack
Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers
Before blowing and cursing them out
And he's watching the bottles of Bud as they spin on the floor
And a happy couple enters the bar
Dangerously close to one another
The bartender looks up from his want ads but
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard
Otherwise the bar is ours,
The day and the night and the car wash too
The matches and the Buds and the clean and dirty cars
The sun and the moon but
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
I've got a feeling the party has just begun
All I wanna do is have some fun
I won't tell you that you're the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard
This ain't no disco
It ain't no country club either
This is LA!
"All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die,"
Says the man next to me out of nowhere
It's apropos of nothing
He says his name's William but I'm sure
He's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy
And he's plain ugly to me
And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole life
We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday
In a bar that faces a giant car wash
The good people of the world are washing their cars
On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing
As best they can in skirts in suits
They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks
Back to the phone company, the record store too
Well, they're nothing like Billy and me, cause
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard
I like a good beer buzz early in the morning
And Billy likes to peel the labels
From his bottles of Bud
He shreds them on the bar
Then he lights every match in an oversized pack
Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers
Before blowing and cursing them out
And he's watching the bottles of Bud as they spin on the floor
And a happy couple enters the bar
Dangerously close to one another
The bartender looks up from his want ads but
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard
Otherwise the bar is ours,
The day and the night and the car wash too
The matches and the Buds and the clean and dirty cars
The sun and the moon but
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
I've got a feeling the party has just begun
All I wanna do is have some fun
I won't tell you that you're the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard
31 August, 2010
From time to time I read Feministing
I agree with some of it, not all of it, but that's the way I feel about most things I read.
Today I found a link to a really superb blog post about women in music, women in art, and women making anything in general. It was written by Amy who plays guitar for the New York band Titus Andronicus. I have never listened to Titus Andronicus, although I have heard the name before, but this article has given me the impetus to look 'em up.
Here's a short quote (you should really go read the whole article):
"This is not an article about Rolling Stone. Rolling Stone is not guilty of anything, except of being complicit in a larger system that governs the way our country exists. But Rolling Stone, at its purest form, was meant to be about rock and roll, and rock and roll is about rebellion, and if we let that spirit die, than we are missing out on everything the genre has to offer. Are we going to patrol the borders of American culture so as to admit only straight, white males? Or are we going to open our culture up to challenge oppressive systems of race and class, and privilege, and gender, and sexual orientation? This is what rock and roll was meant for, and what the spirit that captures the collective imagination of youth can accomplish, if it is funneled constructively into the future. How many things can you get young people excited about these days, besides music? What else breaks the apathy of large crowds and causes them to dance together, and sing the same words, and not want to fight everyone who’s different from them, for once? If our culture’s “rebellion” actually belongs to those in power, and continues to belong to them, then it’s not a real rebellion at all anymore, and therefore rock and roll is dead."
Today I found a link to a really superb blog post about women in music, women in art, and women making anything in general. It was written by Amy who plays guitar for the New York band Titus Andronicus. I have never listened to Titus Andronicus, although I have heard the name before, but this article has given me the impetus to look 'em up.
Here's a short quote (you should really go read the whole article):
"This is not an article about Rolling Stone. Rolling Stone is not guilty of anything, except of being complicit in a larger system that governs the way our country exists. But Rolling Stone, at its purest form, was meant to be about rock and roll, and rock and roll is about rebellion, and if we let that spirit die, than we are missing out on everything the genre has to offer. Are we going to patrol the borders of American culture so as to admit only straight, white males? Or are we going to open our culture up to challenge oppressive systems of race and class, and privilege, and gender, and sexual orientation? This is what rock and roll was meant for, and what the spirit that captures the collective imagination of youth can accomplish, if it is funneled constructively into the future. How many things can you get young people excited about these days, besides music? What else breaks the apathy of large crowds and causes them to dance together, and sing the same words, and not want to fight everyone who’s different from them, for once? If our culture’s “rebellion” actually belongs to those in power, and continues to belong to them, then it’s not a real rebellion at all anymore, and therefore rock and roll is dead."
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