Haha. I decided to delay waking this morning by a whole 20 minutes! Whew – it’s still dark out. I was worried it would be light out when I woke up and all my shirt collars would turn white. An ugly administrative white.
C_ and Rhen are still sleeping and the coffee is almost ready.
It’s not even 6 AM I have Girl Talk‘s bootleg album, “Girl Talk Murders Seattle” playing on my laptop (yes, I have moved to the live bootleg stage of this musical connection – IT’S SERIOUS). I simply just can’t wait to put it all on and sit there with my mouth slightly open.
Girl Talk is Gregg Gillis of Pittsburg PA, a former bioengineer student turned full time musician. He mixes just about every style of music on a laptop and somehow it all beautifully works. In a slew of interview samples, it is described by Gillis and others as, “glitch, remix, sassy, abomination, sounds like digital error, going cha-cha-cha, happy up-tempo fun punky girl pop commercial fun.”
So his music is a lot of hip-hop, electronic dance beats and pop sampling and it’s wonderful. I have a hard time (getting better) placing a lot of the hip-hop artists but it’s fun to recognize the pop samples layered over it all.
Hard to explain too, here’s a video that sort of does (NSFW)
I don’t think it’s the best song by Girl Talk but it’s probably the least explicit and I don’t want to offend my mom because she reads my blog. Safe for work and mom’s ears, below is the Microsoft “I’m a PC” video that features Girl Talk:
In other news, I am the first person to make a sale on Getty Images brand spankin’ new Flickr collection. Check it out here. More information about the collection is here. And my stuff is here.
Oh and this is week four of quitting smoking for me. I’m so going to do this thing. The other day a co-worker said to me, “Wow. You really did quit smoking.” Hell yes, I DID!
The other day I was thinking about the song Never Tear Us Apart by INXS because I heard they axed the new singer (JD Fortune). C_ and I watched Rock Star: INXSwith great interest, both of us being fans of INXS and the late Michael Hutchence and were dismayed at their pick. Fortune came across as fake and arrogant. We knew it wouldn’t last long and reading the Popeater’s report yesterday was some sort of silly validation. Sometimes people don’t know when to leave well enough alone.
Never Tears Us Apart is an awesome song and it stands the test of time. I particularly like the line, “we could live for a thousand years, but if I hurt you I’d make wine from your tears”. Whatever the hell that means. I guess I’ve always liked the thousand years part because you really can’t understand the end of the line all that well. You know, the passion overcomes diction. Regardless, it was a song you could hear on the radio today. Even the red hot blazing saxophone solo (in the graveyard!) doesn’t allow the 80s to come crashing down on it and bum everything out.
Perhaps it is a childhood full of Saturday afternoon listening to Casey Kasem’s American Top 40 that compels me to create and post play lists. Mostly I just like how they look. Nothing is more satisfying than a good looking list.
No bullets, please:
Somebody Loved, The Weepies
Love Doesn’t Last Too Long, The Weepies
La La Love You, Pixies
Teenage Love Song, Rilo Kiley
No One’s Gonna Love You, Band of Horses
Love is a Chain, Greg Brown
Why Do I Love You, Miles Davis
Not About Love, Fiona Apple
Love Cuts the Strings, The Mountain Goats
It’s True that We Love Each Other, The White Stripes
Could You Be Loved, Bob Marley & The Wailers
I’ve Got My Love To Keep Me Warm, The Mills Brothers
The Grammys were once again filled with gimmicky gimmicks and Centrum Silver moments. Mostly with the Centrum Silver. It’s not a bad thing but sort of silly when they are advertising Plavix (used to prevent blood clots after a recent heart attack or stroke) at the break.
If there were two acts to see it surely would have been Jay-Z with the “Rap Pack” performance, and oh yeah, Radiohead’s peformance of 15 Steps with the University of Southern California MARCHING BAND! Still though, no award for Radiohead which is another way of the Grammys saying, “We know you’re cool and everyone loves you so you can play at our show, but we’re still pissed at you for giving your album away on the internet.”
An ill omen of the coming week for sure. There is something fundamentally wrong with the coffee we bought yesterday and I’m contemplating returning it to the store. It doesn’t taste like coffee. It doesn’t pick me up like coffee. It’s the abstraction of coffee. Possibly decaffeinated? Either way, Christians would declare it unholy.
Anyways. My Sunday morning mix:
When the Grown-up Ladies Act like Babies (1914), Al Jolson
Hoppipolla, Sigur Rós
Islands in the Stream, Dolly Parton & Kenny Rogers
Pretty much every morning I wake up I will have a song in my head. Sometimes I sing it. Sometimes I don’t. C_ thinks it is quite incredible to be so singy and chipper each morning. It has gotten to the point where Rhen is starting to make commentary. Obviously, C_ isn’t much of a morning person. Rhen seems like a morning person but he doesn’t enjoy it, yet.
Songs vary. Who knows why. It’s like subconscious Bingo. I don’t even care to know why. This morning’s song wasn’t a singer, but it was a hummer – Binary Sunset by John Williams of Star Wars fame. You know, the part when Luke is on Tatooine looking awesomely heroic while the sun goes down?
Update – Just in case you forgot, except for Leah 🙂