Saturday, July 28, 2012

When I Watch You

My love of Say Anything (the band, not the movie, though each time I watch it I fall back in love with Lloyd Dobler) is no secret. It started maybe four years ago, a Catholic girl at a predominantly Jewish school who found the song "Shiksa" on a mix cd.

But their first CD "..is a Real Boy" and "...Was a Real Boy" didn't really get a full listen until last summer. It's hard for me to choose a song here, because listening to some of the songs on this CD put me on my back in my old apartment, lying the wrong way on the bed and staring up at the dormered roof a few inches above my face. These were sticky hot days of tiny shorts and tank tops, an awkward period of being unemployed and terrified, then employed but not working. A month of weird limbo that seemed mirrored by weather too oppressive to let me do much beside lie in a dark room listening to CDs or sit on the front stoop in the tiny shade lent by the house, burning the backs of my legs on the concrete stairs, pouring through books and watching the traffic go by.

And I already liked some of the songs, "Little Girls" and "Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too" already staples of my listening collection, "Every Man Has a Molly" a great song to belt out when angry, but not much else stuck. I listened to that CD multiple times in that weird period, but it didn't fit. But when I went to see them this past March, something shifted, and the whole CD started growing and sticking in ways I didn't expect. Those songs suddenly took on more, and over the past few months, with the weirdness of the past few months, they've just been there. "I Want to Know Your Plans" and "Admit It!!!" and "Spidersong" have just been floating around in my head lately. "Woe" and "Alive With the Glory of Love."

And that's what this blog is for, right? Rambling about that six year old CD I can't stop listening to, probably to no one except myself in a few years, floating through archives and watching life stages by song choices.

I can't choose a song to embed here. All of them.

Friday, July 20, 2012

Take It or Leave It

This video came out in October, and I loved it then and played it over and over, but it's a summer song.

And in this week's hot heat, so heavy I didn't want to move too fast, it was the right rhythm and mood.



I love the voodoo concept of the video, the fact that he literally cannot escape the relationship.

And I want her hair.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Settle Down

No Doubt was one of my two favorite bands in high school (the other being Weezer). Rock Steady has been in my car CD rotation ever since, "Just a Girl" was a long time personal anthem, and I swear I wore out the Singles CD before I'd turned 15. I finally got to see them live a few years back, and it was one of the most amazing shows I've ever been to.

So yeah, I was a little excited for the new single:



It's very them. It's got the Caribbean influences, the Japanese style, so much color and personality. This is the sort of thing that will grow on me, though I must admit I'm mostly just crossing my fingers for any reason for them to tour.

And damn, Stefani. I only hope I look that good at 42.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

17-20-23

I mean, once the Huff Post's written about it, I should probably post it on my own blog.



Have fun, be ridiculous, do silly things, and dance around your bedroom at all ages <3

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Timelines

Right. So:

There was Jenny Owen Youngs at the Middle East in March, which was sold out by the time I got to the door, but with luck and a smile and I got in. "Fuck Was I" and "Last Person."

There was Say Anything and Fake Problems at the House of Blues in April, the first show I'd been to alone in a long time. I exchanged tickets with a boy with gauged ears and promptly forgot his name. "Say Anything" and "So Good."

There was William Beckett at the Middle East again, opened by Cara Salimando, with an old concert buddy, rejected hugs, and a series of events that somehow lead to my off key rendition of "A Thing Called Love." The song, this time, from the opener: "Commonwealth."

I debated posting this so long that there was also Motion City Soundtrack, downstairs at the Middle East. The revelation that I hadn't told a soul where I was going, that no matter how great California is, I don't think any city will ever beat a Boston crowd. So June-sticky-hot that when a communal water bottle came my way a second time, and no one would take it, I said fuck with the germs. Songs that had wound their way into my coping and living years ago, the kind that well up in crowds and wait for nights like these to escape, joined by a new line which echoed so much of the past few years "It's not  a matter of time, it's just a matter of timing."

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I thought about turning this into a life-blog, but as open as I'll be if you ask, I still have problems with sharing on my own. I thought about turning it into a baking-blog, but I don't want to add that element of deadlines and expectations to my most effective coping mechanism. I thought about combining them all, "Pies, Sci, and Rock and Roll," but that tagline needs some work. I thought about switching to Wordpress, starting over on a better loved platform, but couldn't leave the past four years behind.

Just in writing this, I've decided not to post it four times.

I thought about making my own template, but couldn't find the point in it. I stripped out the color and maybe that'll change. I don't want to be any kind of music journalist, had my brief taste of that and decided I was better off in the faceless crowd. I thought about hiding some of the old posts, and did for just one, then put it back. I don't want to self promote, don't really care if anyone reads. I don't need the music now like I did when this blog first started. I have only one concert lined up, months away, for bands I barely know because it's festival I like and a friend who won't go alone.

I don't know what you are anymore, blog, or what you're going to be. But I wrote this, for some reason, so here it is.