Even cheating with these easy posts, I seem to be having a difficult time finding time to get on here right now. Life’s been nutty, what can I say? I almost forgot all about it today, but then this song came on and I thought, ‘oh duh!’. I’m here now – if only for a second – to leave you with a video from one of my favourite female artists. Have a great evening folks.
Fuckin’ Perfect – Pink
Okay, I’m in a super rush so I’m going to make this very quick…
It’s been an interesting weekend around here (for me at least) and I REALLY want to tell you guys all about it, so wish me luck on the time management thing. Hopefully I’ll be back soon’ish. In the meantime, I LOVE this video… enjoy.
Evolution – Korn
Okay, I’ve come to the conclusion that I SUCK lately; at least as a blogger. I had two poems and a handful of other songs that I wanted to come back and post yesterday, but time just got away from me… again. In my defence, I am sick – damn kids! – and I’ve got a million and one little tasks on my agenda right now (mostly annoying and somewhat mundane things like sorting 2 ½ TB of computer files). Alas, it is what it is. I have some things to do this morning, and than I will try to find some time to devote (exclusively) to my blog and – of course – catching up on all of yours. Before I do anything, I’m going to leave you with a song and a confession…
Now, rewatching this video makes me greatly question my own libido, but I must plead guilty to having had a major crush on Billy Idol for more than half of my life. This crush remained incredibly strong until the point when I became addicted to Buffy the Vampire Slayer (wow, why stop at one embarrassing confession?) and replaced Idol in my fantasies with James Marsters. Yes, I am a special girl.
Dancing With Myself – Billy Idol
I know I’m not the only person that does this (I know, because I’ve heard others talk about it before) but when I look back – think back – on my life, there are soundtracks playing over the memories. For example, when I think about the first apartment that I ever shared with Zed – a crappy little place that was only made wonderful by the blindness of new love – there is a never ending stream of Alanis Morissette, Jewel (yes, I had a Jewel and Alanis fad, sue me), Tupac and Oasis songs playing in the background. When I think about hanging out with my cousin (and best friend once upon a time) as a kid, there are always Corey Hart and New Kids on the Block songs playing over the mental images. Okay, admitting to the N.K.O.T.B. thing is way worse then Jewel and/or Alanis, especially if I tack on a confession about having once even attended one of their concerts, but c’mon, I was only 13! I’m not even going to talk about how I once owned a Joey McIntyre doll, or how I wore a fedora for an entire summer; that’s just way too embarrassing. Anyway, so not the point…
The point is that when I started thinking about the letter ‘C’ in relation to music, my brain went into overdrive as it tossed out title after bloody title. I’ve been up since six (it’s eight-thirty now) sorting computer files (still working on that, but haven’t had enough time to devote to it yet, so it’s been a REALLY slow process) listening to nothing but ‘C’ songs. Yes, I’m weird… it is what it is.
One of the first songs that came rushing back with a landside of memories was ‘Change’ by ‘Blind Melon’. I have heard this song preformed by a number of different artists, and I have always loved it, but there was a time when it was practically my anthem. When I was struggling to find my way back through the looking glass, I must have listened to this song a million and a half times. I found so much wisdom in the lyrics;
I don’t feel the suns comin’ out today
its staying in, its gonna find another way.
As I sit here in this misery, I don’t
think I’ll ever see the sun from here.
And oh as I fade away,
they’ll all look at me and say, and they’ll say,
Hey look at him! I’ll never live that way.
But that’s okay
they’re just afraid to change.
When you feel your life ain’t worth living
you’ve got to stand up and
take a look around you then a look way up to the sky.
And when your deepest thoughts are broken,
keep on dreaming boy, cause when you stop dreamin’ it’s time to die.
And as we all play parts of tomorrow,
some ways will work and other ways we’ll play.
But I know we all can’t stay here forever,
so I want to write my words on the face of today.
and then they’ll paint it
And oh as I fade away,
they’ll all look at me and they’ll say,
Hey look at him and where he is these days.
When life is hard, you have to change.
; and it inspired me to keep moving forward, no matter what.
People tend to discern different meanings in different songs, but for me this always served as a reminder that I had no choice but to change; to grow, to be a better me. Anyone that has ever gone through a period of deep personal growth can attest to the fact that others in your life don’t (generally) appreciate the change. At every corner they seem to rebel against it, making it (at times) much more difficult to alter your life. Whenever I felt that was the case in my world, I would listen to this song over and over again, reminding myself that I was the ONLY person I had to appease; I was the only one that would be stuck with ‘me’ until my days ran out, so living for others – or to fit into the bubble that others want to stuff me in – was a ridiculous way to live. Yes, this was one of the songs playing when my #1 life philosophy was born; I am the ruler of my own universe.
Change – Blind Melon
The first Eminem song that I ever heard was ‘Stan’ (it gave me goosebumps) and it caused me to fall instantly in lust with this man’s music. My baby brother (my favourite brother) looks an insane amount like this guy and I can’t watch one of his videos without missing the kid. I miss him now in fact… it’s been about a year since I last saw him and since we had to cancel any plans of going to B.C. this month (been a busy AND very expensive month around here) I likely won’t see him until sometime near the end of the summer.
Anywho… love this song… enjoy!
Beautiful – Eminem
We are living in the Recycling Era. That’s not to say that we’ve all become powerfully responsible when it comes to caring for our Mother Earth – let’s face it, most of us are not doing even a portion of what we
could should on that front – but that there seems to be a shortage of new ideas circulating in the world around us. Music, movies, TV shows and even books all seem to be borrowing from old ideas, and in some (many) cases, they’re just remaking old gems word for word. Sometimes this annoys the hell out of me; though I’m not sure if I’m bothered more by remakes or ‘reimaginings’; since more often than not, they completely screw it up.
Every once in a rare while they do get something right. This (in my opinion) is one of those cases..
Bad Company – Five Finger Death Punch
A is for Ass-crack, which is something that I spent FAR too much time staring at today. Shortly after I regaled you fine folks with a song from one of my favourite Canadian artists, the furnace repair type guy showed up to try and figure out why our pilot light keeps spontaneously going out. Now, he wasn’t an obese man – perhaps a few pounds overweight, but not so much – and yet, his ass seemed to be three sizes too big for his pants while his waste appeared to be three sizes too small for his belt.
I can’t really say why my eyes kept drifting to his budging buns, but I’ve noticed in the past that such things are almost impossible to avoid. It’s like driving past a car wreck; you don’t want to look, and yet you can’t seem to help yourself. I’ve noticed this same phenomena at the beach when no one can stop looking at the fat hairy guy’s crotch as his purple helmeted pal fights to escape his too-tight banana hammock, and I’ve noticed it at on nights out at the bar when perfectly young, good looking guys can’t help themselves from staring into the all-too-obvious cottage-cheese cleavage of a terrifying cougar on the prowl. There might not be a logical reason for us to look at such horrible things, and yet we do it anyway.
That’s how it was for me today. My mind kept screaming, “LOOK AWAY, LOOK AWAY!!!” but my eyeballs refused to listen. As he rambled on in his repair-man talk, I stood behind him pretending to listen while my gaze was trapped in the purgatorial crevice between his ass cheeks. While locked in this stare down a couple of things occurred to me; 1) huh, ass crack starts with A, how ironic since I just started on an alphabet themed thing on my blog, and 2) I wonder if anyone’s ever thought about designing pants just for repairmen, since it seems that regular pants never fit them quite right. One could – quite possibly – become rich beyond their wildest dreams if they could create a pair of pants that actually stayed up on a repairman’s hips. This though made me wish I could sew. Sadly, I can’t.
As I watched him go down my front walk towards his van, I found myself wondering if prominent ass cracks are a requirement when applying for positions specializing in home maintenance. I wondered this – you see – because I can not recall a single repairman ever coming into my home who’s crack I didn’t catch at least a glimpse of. I found this far more amusing than any sane person likely would, and I got a decent chuckle out of it.
The good news is that butt-crack-Bob (seriously, his name was Bob) changed out some little thingamajig on my furnace and left me with the promise that the problem was now a thing of the past.