Rest of the good stuff I legally stole:
- Postmarks, "7-11," from their cover album By the Numbers. Everything else is way too twee for my taste, but the cute bouncy innocence works well on this Ramones tune. Try to listen to it and NOT chant, "We were young and in love..." for the rest of the day. It's not possible.
- Alice Russell's cover of Gnarls Barkley's "Crazy." She took out the relentless bass line, my second favorite part of the original, but put gospel buildup behind her soaring voice (which replaced my first favorite part of the originals, the vocals that sound like they know everything and take malicious glee in using that knowledge for random cruel pranks) and made a creepy pop song into a soul lament. The rest of the album (Pot of Gold) is hit or miss but mostly hit, especially with her voice, and on the second half the instrumentation gets funkier and therefore awesome-er. Yeah.
- Mother Mother, O My Heart. Experimental instrumental stuff usually gets on my last fucking nerve, but Mother Mother manages to keep it interesting without over-cluttering by layering it under tortured lyrics. "Body" starts out with random string instrument noodling but solidifies into a jumpy song about body issues, tying together with this chorus: "I've/ grown tired/ of this body/ a cumbersome heavy body..."
- Wussy, Left for Dead. Sharp guitar riffs equally inter-spaced with thoughtful acoustic wanderings.
- Buffalo Killers, self-titled. Classic rock that was recorded about five years ago. It fills your quotient of "I wish I'd been a baby boomer" yearning and shuts up the part of you that whines "But nobody makes real rock any more!"
- The Amazing Crowes, Royal. Bouncy rockabilly with edgier guitar riffs. And a stand-up bass! All of this goes about ten million miles an hour, so don't use it as lullabies.
- Delicious Vinyl All-Stars, RMXology. Dirty robot sex remixes of vinyl classics.
Yesterday I realized that lying naked in bed with my Boy--not after sex, not trying to start anything, just laying there and watching the morning through the window--is amazingly peaceful.
I'm ridiculously grateful that Natalie likes sleeping on her futon better than her bunk and let me push the two school-issued beds together to form one (relatively) giant oasis of mattress. Bill not being a tiny guy + me not being a still sleeper = one hell of a weekend's sleep squished together in one extra-long twin bed. Now we can get as close as we want or as far as we need to be.
Walking up three flights of stairs sometimes makes me feel like a small bird, with hollow bones and a fast fluttering heart, and sometimes makes me feel like a heavy stomping elephant.
I've come up with a better system of labels for my posts. The writing ones'll stay like they are, because I talk about all aspects of my writing process, but since by now it's pretty much a given that each post has random shit about my life in it, I'm going to do away with "life--random" and start adding ones that specify the randomness.
That'll go into tomorrow's headlines.
Current Project:
This morning between kicking ass on a history test and re-learning how to add in computers, I mailed five copies of my story "Bluebird's Comb" (For some reason my brain insists on referring to it as "BlueBEARD's Comb.") to five random university literary magazines. Another ten bucks invested in my dream.
It'll be, at the very least, a couple months before I hear from anybody.
Cool websites:
Go Fug Yourself. Perfected snark directed at bad clothes.
AV Club
xkcd web comic. I don't get all the math jokes. Maybe you will.
Inside the Box comic. Bunny and Ravy and all their (mis)adventures.
I'm not selling anything, I promise. Unless you are the Blue Mesa Review, in which case I'll only sell part of my soul to get printed. Alligator Juniper already got most of it.
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