Thursday, March 26, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
I think...
making a mini mix when I should be studying for tomorrow's midterm is a bad idea.
Enjoy my mistake.
1. I Don’t Know—Lisa Hannigan
2. Don’t Stop the Music (Rihanna Cover)—The Bird and The Bird
3. Boom—Anjulie
4. I Don’t Know Enough About You—Diana Krall
5. I Think I Like You—Donora
6. Holding Hands, Feeding Ducks—The Brunettes
7. Bruises—Chairlift
8. Lazy Eye (Jason Bentley Remix)—Silversun Pickups
9. Little bit—Lykke Li
10. Chances Are—Amritzar (Broken link :()
Enjoy my mistake.
1. I Don’t Know—Lisa Hannigan
2. Don’t Stop the Music (Rihanna Cover)—The Bird and The Bird
3. Boom—Anjulie
4. I Don’t Know Enough About You—Diana Krall
5. I Think I Like You—Donora
6. Holding Hands, Feeding Ducks—The Brunettes
7. Bruises—Chairlift
8. Lazy Eye (Jason Bentley Remix)—Silversun Pickups
9. Little bit—Lykke Li
10. Chances Are—Amritzar (Broken link :()
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
The Westside
I spend a lot of time on the Westside. I play there, sleep there, study there, shop there, eat there, socialize there, make cash there, and most importantly, I’m the proud owner of 3 Westside library cards. I quite enjoy the Westside. I do everything there except pay rent or utilities. (I refused to pay, and I roll with people who don’t hide their spare keys very well, not that a locked door would stop me—I’ve been picking locks since elementary school.)
Anyway, you’re listening to some of the songs on my Westside mix. These songs keep me bopping, or in some cases, steadily peddling Samantha (my sexy bicycle) along the Ballona Creek Bikeway. (Eww, I just had a flashback that involved bowls of ice cubes and the smell of wet cat food—that’s a whole other music mix.)
Anyway, you’re listening to some of the songs on my Westside mix. These songs keep me bopping, or in some cases, steadily peddling Samantha (my sexy bicycle) along the Ballona Creek Bikeway. (Eww, I just had a flashback that involved bowls of ice cubes and the smell of wet cat food—that’s a whole other music mix.)
1. Bag of Hammers—Thao & The Get Down, Stay Down
2. Heart It Races—Dr. Dog
3. Paradise Knife Fights—Vampire Hands
4. West Coast—Coconut Records
5. Merryland—Hey Hey My My
6. To Be Surprised—Sondre Lerche
7. Rich Girls—The Virgins
8. Freckle Song—Chuck Prophet
9. Come On—The Panderers
Camille
Remember when I had a 2.3 second crush on a SOL soccer player? She's cute when she's kicking a ball, I swear.
1. Diablo Rojo—Rodrigo y Gabriela
2. Walking On Sunshine—Aly and AJ
3. You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go—Madeline Peyroux
4. Die Alone—Ingrid Michaelson
5. It Had To Be You—Harry Conick Jr.
6. You Are The Best Thing—Ray LaMontagne
7. Sugar Sugar—Archies
8. My Girl—Temptations
9. L-O-V-E—Nat King Cole
10. Just Like Heaven—Katie Melua
11. One and Only—Teitur
Monday, March 16, 2009
Dance Party!
Isaiah, the parrot, and I love to have private dance parties, in our underwear. Kidding. He always keeps his clothes on. Even in the shower. Sometimes we have dance parties just after getting out of the shower. We’re a good time. Would you like the party with us? Tee-heehehe.
1. Kaboom—Ursula 1000!
First we heat up with room with some hello-baby seduction.
2. Come To Me—Koop
Circle the room—swirl, clap, snap. Own the room. Admire yourself in mirror. You’re so pretty. Okay, cut it out you narcissist.
3. Say Hey (I Love You)—Michael Franti & Spearhead
Knowing the lyrics makes you feel sooooo cool.
4. Starz In Their Eyes—Just Jack
“Wooowoooo!” –Isaiah
5. Flathead—Fratellis
!!Jumping on the bed!!
6. The Punks Are Writing Love Songs—Tullycraft
And now we shall pop-punk. Oui!Oui!Oui!
7. Fa-Fa-Fa—Datarock
It’s gettin' crazy! Fa-Fa-Fa-unkin’ crazy!
8. D.A.N.C.E—Justice
Children are stupid. It’s gettin’ stupid in here!
9. Tonight I Have to Leave It—Shout Out Louds
More cowbell!! And xylophone!!!
10. What New York Used to Be—The Kills
Rock it, Zaiah!
“Wooowoooo!”
Say something else, Zaiah!
“Hello Isaiah!”
That’s better.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Wounded Bird
My little baby cousin (LBC) called to share his relationship woes. I’m very protective of all my LBCs so of course I promptly got on my hands and knees and pulled the gun case out from under my bed. “Go on, Sweetie, tell your big cousin what happened,” I said while doing a quick spit and polish of my ergonomically correct semi-automatic Walther P99 AS.
As he went on it became increasingly apparent that none of the breakup was his fault. None of it. I wondered if the breakup was in fact my fault. Had I raised him to be too perfect? Then I remembered that nothing is ever my fault. So I blamed god, and the chick.
At some point he said, “Pardon my language…” Yes, he said "pardon." I also raised him to open doors and walk streetside of his partners. “…I think all women are crazy bitches and all men are assholes,” he lamented. All women? Nooooo. Although, I do have a vague recollection of my last girlfriend calling me a “selfish elitist bitch!” Can you imagine. Me an elitist?? Ridiculous. I’m not an elitist. I’m the one who wanted to pay our maid double. No doubt it would have stopped her from stealing quarters from the coin jar. But I digress—I’m a woman and I’m not crazy. That’s my point. Oh and here are some songs:
Darn my online player for not having Landon Pigg's acoustic version of "Can't Let Go":
As he went on it became increasingly apparent that none of the breakup was his fault. None of it. I wondered if the breakup was in fact my fault. Had I raised him to be too perfect? Then I remembered that nothing is ever my fault. So I blamed god, and the chick.
At some point he said, “Pardon my language…” Yes, he said "pardon." I also raised him to open doors and walk streetside of his partners. “…I think all women are crazy bitches and all men are assholes,” he lamented. All women? Nooooo. Although, I do have a vague recollection of my last girlfriend calling me a “selfish elitist bitch!” Can you imagine. Me an elitist?? Ridiculous. I’m not an elitist. I’m the one who wanted to pay our maid double. No doubt it would have stopped her from stealing quarters from the coin jar. But I digress—I’m a woman and I’m not crazy. That’s my point. Oh and here are some songs:
Darn my online player for not having Landon Pigg's acoustic version of "Can't Let Go":
1. I’m a Broken Heart—The Bird and The Bee
2. Be Be Your Love—Rachael Yamagata
3. Keep Me Warm—Ida Maria
4. Lonely—Frente!
5. They—Jem
6. Breathe In—Frou Frou
7. Gone Gone Gone—Robert Plant & Alison Krauss
8. Paint It Black—Rolling Stones
9. Forget Her—Jeff Buckley
Friday, March 13, 2009
Midterm
While not studying for midterms I came up with a host of great mix themes. Here are some of titles I kicked around: Songs That Will Offend My Friends; Songs Involving Guns, Drugs and Coffee; and Songs That’ll Make You Frisky. I made prototypes of said mixes, but had to scrap them because the blog music player didn’t have my music as part of their catalog. Sad panda.
Today’s mix is a mix of convenience. You’re listening to some of my recently uploaded iPod songs—the songs that are available on my blog player and don’t sound like crap being played back-to-back.
1. The Next Time Around—Little Joy
Parts of these lyrics are in Portuguese. I tried to have them translated, but they still don’t make sense to me. I’m not even sure if Little Joy knows what’s being said. I’m sympathetic to the issue because I’m bilingual and have trouble translating my Wingdings thoughts into coherent English sentences.
2. I Can Help—Billy Swan
Billy is offering to be a baby daddy substitute. There is something very unsettling about hearing that offer in a song. I wonder if he was trying to carve his niche in the unwed mothers market of the 1970s? I wonder what Wannabe MILF would say?
3. Everywhere (Fleetwood Mac Cover) —Vampire Weekend
I adore Vampire Weekend so much that I’m afraid to see what they look like. I’m picturing preppy/geeky/indie all rolled into one. If I had a boyfriend he would aspire to be more like them, and may even have a tribute band. He would be doing all of this on his own accord, of course, but my reaction to his foolishness would be nothing less than unadulterated love and encouragement. I’m just sayin’.
4. Electric Feel—MGMT
I don’t want to like MGMT, but sometimes I do. Sometimes. I like the same songs that the rest of the Indie world enjoys, and for some reason that makes me feel dirty. Their pop songs are so come-of-age-y and I imagine filthy little teenagers listening on repeat—thinking that they can relate. They can’t relate! How can a child with no real life experience relate to anything that anyone has to say? Again, I’m just sayin’.
5. No One Does It Like You—Department of Eagles
All you need to know about Department of Eagles has been captured in the New York Times: Daniel Rossen, who joined Grizzly Bear in 2004, has a pervious band, Department of Eagles, with a college roommate. He has revived the partnership for the album “In Ear Park.” It’s an elegy for his father and reminiscence of childhood in a swirl of memories and reveries, sparse acoustic moments and lavishly layered pop – gorgeous and suffused with mystery.
6. Sweet Disposition—The Temper Trap
This song makes my heart swell. It’s an evening song. A haunting song. It distills life down to a pure white powder that is then snorted and sent rushing through your bloodstream inspiring every cell to explode and break apart into periodical table elements so that it can reconnect to the rest of the universe and ultimately get sucked into the vacuum of space. Or maybe that’s the next song. Boy, this homemade smoothie is good.
a moment, a love
a dream, a laugh
a kiss, a cry
our rights, our wrongs
a moment, a love
a dream, a laugh
a moment, a love
a dream, a laugh
7. No One’s Gonna Love You—Band of Horses
Nope—this song is nothing like cocaine. (Actually song # 6 is more like heroin, which can also be snorted, but is most commonly injected—god I hope I don’t flunk the substance abuse section of my midterm on Monday.) What was I saying?
8. Do You Realize?—The Flaming Lips
Oh, now I remember! I was thinking that the Band of Horses song is actually more of a slap in the face than a complement. No one’s gonna love me more than him, huh. What a jerk! He should be saying that he could never love anyone more than me. Don’t be conned ladies (gentlemen). We can totally do better.
You thought I forgot about The Flaming Lips? Don’t be silly. It’s a good song. That’s all.
9. Burning Pile—Mother Mother
Crap! Crap! Crap! I can’t believe I have so much work to do! Last semester I lit one of my midterms on fire. It felt good. I wonder if Mother Mother did the same?
10. Nothing To Worry About—Peter Bjorn & John
Nothin’ to worry about should be my mantra, but it’s not because I’m typing a music blog instead of working on a case vignette describing “Mrs. Kim’s” suicidal ideation.
Today’s mix is a mix of convenience. You’re listening to some of my recently uploaded iPod songs—the songs that are available on my blog player and don’t sound like crap being played back-to-back.
1. The Next Time Around—Little Joy
Parts of these lyrics are in Portuguese. I tried to have them translated, but they still don’t make sense to me. I’m not even sure if Little Joy knows what’s being said. I’m sympathetic to the issue because I’m bilingual and have trouble translating my Wingdings thoughts into coherent English sentences.
2. I Can Help—Billy Swan
Billy is offering to be a baby daddy substitute. There is something very unsettling about hearing that offer in a song. I wonder if he was trying to carve his niche in the unwed mothers market of the 1970s? I wonder what Wannabe MILF would say?
3. Everywhere (Fleetwood Mac Cover) —Vampire Weekend
I adore Vampire Weekend so much that I’m afraid to see what they look like. I’m picturing preppy/geeky/indie all rolled into one. If I had a boyfriend he would aspire to be more like them, and may even have a tribute band. He would be doing all of this on his own accord, of course, but my reaction to his foolishness would be nothing less than unadulterated love and encouragement. I’m just sayin’.
4. Electric Feel—MGMT
I don’t want to like MGMT, but sometimes I do. Sometimes. I like the same songs that the rest of the Indie world enjoys, and for some reason that makes me feel dirty. Their pop songs are so come-of-age-y and I imagine filthy little teenagers listening on repeat—thinking that they can relate. They can’t relate! How can a child with no real life experience relate to anything that anyone has to say? Again, I’m just sayin’.
5. No One Does It Like You—Department of Eagles
All you need to know about Department of Eagles has been captured in the New York Times: Daniel Rossen, who joined Grizzly Bear in 2004, has a pervious band, Department of Eagles, with a college roommate. He has revived the partnership for the album “In Ear Park.” It’s an elegy for his father and reminiscence of childhood in a swirl of memories and reveries, sparse acoustic moments and lavishly layered pop – gorgeous and suffused with mystery.
6. Sweet Disposition—The Temper Trap
This song makes my heart swell. It’s an evening song. A haunting song. It distills life down to a pure white powder that is then snorted and sent rushing through your bloodstream inspiring every cell to explode and break apart into periodical table elements so that it can reconnect to the rest of the universe and ultimately get sucked into the vacuum of space. Or maybe that’s the next song. Boy, this homemade smoothie is good.
a moment, a love
a dream, a laugh
a kiss, a cry
our rights, our wrongs
a moment, a love
a dream, a laugh
a moment, a love
a dream, a laugh
7. No One’s Gonna Love You—Band of Horses
Nope—this song is nothing like cocaine. (Actually song # 6 is more like heroin, which can also be snorted, but is most commonly injected—god I hope I don’t flunk the substance abuse section of my midterm on Monday.) What was I saying?
8. Do You Realize?—The Flaming Lips
Oh, now I remember! I was thinking that the Band of Horses song is actually more of a slap in the face than a complement. No one’s gonna love me more than him, huh. What a jerk! He should be saying that he could never love anyone more than me. Don’t be conned ladies (gentlemen). We can totally do better.
You thought I forgot about The Flaming Lips? Don’t be silly. It’s a good song. That’s all.
9. Burning Pile—Mother Mother
Crap! Crap! Crap! I can’t believe I have so much work to do! Last semester I lit one of my midterms on fire. It felt good. I wonder if Mother Mother did the same?
10. Nothing To Worry About—Peter Bjorn & John
Nothin’ to worry about should be my mantra, but it’s not because I’m typing a music blog instead of working on a case vignette describing “Mrs. Kim’s” suicidal ideation.
Monday, March 9, 2009
AltCountry
AltCountry, you either love it or you haven't listened to the right stuff.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, sayers of nay! Don't let the word "country' scare you. After all yours truly is a lil' bit country and lil' bit rock--and I know how much you adore me, lawd hay-epp ya!
Imma gunna start ya off real real easy now:
1. To Be Young (is to be sad, is to get high)—Ryan Adams
This song normalizes the oh-so-common habit of getting back at your ex-lover by getting high. Nothing says F-you like numbing your feelings and smoking a bowl (or so I'm told. I prefer binge drinking, engaging in risky sexual behaviors, and guided imagery involving mornin' gossamer summer strolls by the lakeside).
2. To the Dogs or Whoever—Josh Ritter
Ritter's voice, story-telling, guitar/piano playing made me think I would like to engage in risky sexual behaviors with him, but then I saw a picture of the man. Don't look up images because I don't want the music to be ruined. Shit, saying that will make you look. If you must look please use one of these alternative spellings of his name: John Krasinski, or Billy McCarthy.
3. Safe Travels—Peter and the Wolf
Being in L.A. drives me nuts. I'm a nature lover, a traveler, a simple living kinda girl. This song gets me out of city, off the 405, and into greener pastures. (PacificNorthwestBeStillMyHeart)
4. The Ghost Inside Our House—Cloud Cult
Simple guitar strums and beautiful lyrics: one of my all-time favorite songs. I keep my spiritual life pretty private, but this song exposes me like no other. I wouldn’t change a lyric. Cheers to mystery, longing, appreciation, and love.
5. The Littlest Birds—Be Good Tanyas
This song puts a bounce in my step and a bright smile on my face. A sign that I'm not ready to give up my ramblin' ways? Eh, maybe, maybe not. :)
6. Furr—Bilitzen Trapper
I love this story! More familiar themes: nature, god, wondering—plus, talk of a rattlesnake!
7. Favorite—Neko Case
Her voice cuts ever soooo smoothly through butter.
8. Never Had Nobody Like You—M. Ward
I heart M. Ward's music marriage to Zooey D. (She & Him). Awwww!
9. Old Number Seven—The Devil Makes Three
Bitter alcoholic? Wannabe bitter alcoholic? This song is for you.
10. Sugar Daddy—Hedwig and the Angry Inch
Nothing is more enjoyable than singing transgender country tunes in the car, karaoke bar, or at home under the watchful eyes of a miniature parrot. You have to watch the video, too. (It reminds of the shit I try to pull when I'm having an off day.)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, sayers of nay! Don't let the word "country' scare you. After all yours truly is a lil' bit country and lil' bit rock--and I know how much you adore me, lawd hay-epp ya!
Imma gunna start ya off real real easy now:
1. To Be Young (is to be sad, is to get high)—Ryan Adams
This song normalizes the oh-so-common habit of getting back at your ex-lover by getting high. Nothing says F-you like numbing your feelings and smoking a bowl (or so I'm told. I prefer binge drinking, engaging in risky sexual behaviors, and guided imagery involving mornin' gossamer summer strolls by the lakeside).
2. To the Dogs or Whoever—Josh Ritter
Ritter's voice, story-telling, guitar/piano playing made me think I would like to engage in risky sexual behaviors with him, but then I saw a picture of the man. Don't look up images because I don't want the music to be ruined. Shit, saying that will make you look. If you must look please use one of these alternative spellings of his name: John Krasinski, or Billy McCarthy.
3. Safe Travels—Peter and the Wolf
Being in L.A. drives me nuts. I'm a nature lover, a traveler, a simple living kinda girl. This song gets me out of city, off the 405, and into greener pastures. (PacificNorthwestBeStillMyHeart)
4. The Ghost Inside Our House—Cloud Cult
Simple guitar strums and beautiful lyrics: one of my all-time favorite songs. I keep my spiritual life pretty private, but this song exposes me like no other. I wouldn’t change a lyric. Cheers to mystery, longing, appreciation, and love.
5. The Littlest Birds—Be Good Tanyas
This song puts a bounce in my step and a bright smile on my face. A sign that I'm not ready to give up my ramblin' ways? Eh, maybe, maybe not. :)
6. Furr—Bilitzen Trapper
I love this story! More familiar themes: nature, god, wondering—plus, talk of a rattlesnake!
7. Favorite—Neko Case
Her voice cuts ever soooo smoothly through butter.
8. Never Had Nobody Like You—M. Ward
I heart M. Ward's music marriage to Zooey D. (She & Him). Awwww!
9. Old Number Seven—The Devil Makes Three
Bitter alcoholic? Wannabe bitter alcoholic? This song is for you.
10. Sugar Daddy—Hedwig and the Angry Inch
Nothing is more enjoyable than singing transgender country tunes in the car, karaoke bar, or at home under the watchful eyes of a miniature parrot. You have to watch the video, too. (It reminds of the shit I try to pull when I'm having an off day.)
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