14 posts tagged “jams”
When I was a little girl I had a Squeeze tape. I used to listen to it all the time and I especially liked "Pulling Muscles From The Shell" and "Black Coffee In Bed". About two years ago I got a Squeeze Live CD at the Salvation Army and this became my favorite track of theirs:
Fun Fact: My step dad LOVES Squeeze and the boat he had when he married my mom was called "Tempted".
Here's our new jam:
Serious JAM ALERT.
When Mark left Defamer I downloaded a bunch of the music Seth said he liked to try and find the right song to use for his goodbye video. We wound up going with a song Seth said would be perfect (and it was), but now I have all this MGMT and The Long Winters on my computer that normally wouldn't have been there.
Then this song just came up on shuffle:
Obsessed. Listen to it like three times in a row.
I used to feel this way about someone:
Ed played me this song when he got back from San Fran. One of the best jams I've heard in a long ass time.
This is my second year in a row without a Valentine. Last year it felt like some sort of rebellion, this year it just doesn't feel like anything. I think I'm totally OK being single. I know I'm OK with it, actually. It's a good feeling. The rest of the world is celebrating though, and I have to say that today does feel slightly more filled with love. I'm not sure what it is, but it feels kind of lovey all around and that's pretty great.
When I do have a Valentine, I don't really think the holiday is that big of a deal-- the whole cliche "real love doesn't need a special day" kind of thing. I also don't care for chocolates and lingerie and champagne. All of that stuff is tacky and a little embarrassing to me. What I will celebrate though are all the songs that make me feel like I'm in love even when I'm not. I'm posting some of my favorite love songs here today. Remember you can download them if you read me via RSS. :)
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Here's a sweet mash-up I was just listening to:
On an unrelated note, I was thinking about how much I can't stand scatological humor today and how often I am disappointed to hear adults rely on it like school children. It's childish, and not in a fun way, like Rainbow Bright and sticker collections. In a bad way, like peer-pressure and most of my ex-boyfriends.
I realize that it's completely ridiculous to be more offended by a fart joke than say, something about some drunk college slut's mutilated vagina, but HEY-- that's just how I am.
I thought of something I've never told anyone before when I was doing my laundry tonight. This is a rare occurrence, as I have absolutely no secrets and it's kind of on purpose. There is at least one other person who knows about pretty much every detail of my life, partially because I want everyone to experience everything with me and partially because I am a complete exhibitionist, and the two mash together quite nicely (or, you know, fairly obnoxiously depending on how you feel about me,)
ANYWAY, this thing I was thinking about is this little game I play with myself. I play lots of little games with myself because I am an artist (actually because I was raised an only child and have invented bizarre ways to entertain myself forever), and they usually involve music or counting or words. Basically, what I'm getting at is this: I'm autistic.
OK, no. I'm kidding, I'm kidding. But I can understand if you think I wasn't. The stuff I'm talking about is crazy person shit, I know. I'm exploring by telling you this, so just go with it.
Lemme finish, lemme finish.
So, I play this one game with my iPod when I'm walking late at night. I think it started it college when I'd walk home from Shovelhead. Basically, I do this thing where I remember the music that was playing at most important moments in my life, and I know a lot of other people do, too. Because I know that music is important to me, and I will never be able to forget the time I got a two hundred dollar speeding ticket and a moving violation while listening to "Honky Cat" by Elton John, I have tried to set the tone to these scary late night walks. Why?
Because God fucking forbid "Bills, Bills, Bills" by Destiny's Child is the soundtrack to my rape.
Basically, the entire time I'm walking, I'm fiddling with my iPod thinking if I'd be more cool with being stabbed to death while listening to Jay-Z or a little Credence. Maybe I'd like to die listening to Paul Simon or Crosby Stills Nash and Young. It's never allowed to be anything disposable. If I'm going to be stripped of my dignity and/or life, it's going to be to a quality jam, and that's one thing you can be certain of.
Tonight when I was walking from the laundry room to my apartment I listened to Fleetwood Mac... the only song I bother to have of theirs in my measly 4 GBs. I think that if they knew that out of all the songs the in the world that I was "willing" to get raped to at that moment was theirs, they would be touched (emotionally and completely consensually.)
