Have I talked about how much I love Underworld? I saw them at Coachella one year and for days after I still felt high. So, err, you can love them, too. Start here with "Jumbo."
It's fall which means I officially have zero problems for the next few months. God, I hope I'm not jinxing myself here or anything.
I have no great wisdom to impart today, but when do I ever? Seriously, my life right now is all about sitting on my deck reading paper shaped like books and staring off into the trees.
I may try to return tonight with some, err, blogging about "Dancing With the Stars." We'll see...
I've been full on overdosing on nostalgia lately (I'm getting up there, people, I'm allowed!) and now I'm starting to wonder if I missed the 70s coming back? I caught the 80s because that was the first time I realized I was there for the original and, "Who are these tarts in Flashdance sweaters?!!" I wondered in outrage.
Anyhoo, I have fond memories of David Gates (and Bread) despite the fact that they were my father's favorite band. Or maybe it's because of. In any case, it took a long time for me to get back to these smooth classics from yesteryear (I sound like one of those Time Life infomercials now), but once I did they welcomed me back like warm cocoa on a chilly day! Yes, I'm aware that makes no sense.
Really I just miss the days when a man could wear a sparkly jacket and still be a man.
I love hearing Dick Clark at the end... "Ohhhh man alive..."
The National bring on the best kind of melancholy, wouldn't you agree?
Something probably weird to admit, but I have a lot of daydreams about running as a teenager. Not like running track but running through the night, all free and glossy with the stars exploding overhead... you know, maybe I'm running to some boy, maybe I'm running to the distant lights, but I'm never running from, always to.
Deep Dish remixed "Dreams"and then they made a video of it... with a lot of people walking backwards...
I feel like my brain has frozen today and it's not just the weather. None of the words seem to be coming out in the right order.
I really am listening to this song, though, and feeling just as mad as the occupants of the vid. My internet friend Jason just suggested I get off the internet. What a great idea...
For some reason my inner 10-year old is dying to get out these days. I just wrote a love letter to The Oak Ridge Boys on the SXSW blog and now this...
I used to listen to Paul Davis' "Cool Night" like mad and dream of romance with Andy Gibb and Donny Osmond (though not at the same time - I was 10, people!).
Davis passed away last year and that's probably when I found out what he looked like. NOT WHAT I EXPECTED! But that's what made the late 70s/early 80s so freaking great. You didn't have to look like some kind of Calvin Klein model. You could just be a normal dude, makin' your music, hangin' out, growin' your beard...
Sorry this is brief but really, my life is sort of insane right now. The posting might be sporadically as this is the week where hiding under the bed is not an option but my biggest wish.
When I saw Jim and Nicole Atkins do this at MSG on NYE I thought well... what can top that?!
ONLY BARRY GIBB AND OLIVIA NEWTON JOHN, YO!! Although, I kind of have to be honest here and say I thought Nicole was better. And her face was all hers. What the hell, Olivia?!!
Though I'm tempted to make a joke about how "Samskeyti" sounds like when kids mess up the word "spaghetti," I won't.
I miss Iceland (home of Sigur Ros). All that volcanic rock and blue blue water. Everything felt exotic and clear. A beautiful day and a dinosaur egg and then we were back to reality.
This week kicked the ass that is mine and next week will only be worse. But somewhere in there lies this moment and, you know, a kind of second of bliss.
One of the most lovely, haunting songs existing in the universe right now with one of the most... interesting... videos existing in my field of vision. I have to admit... it's kind of sexy time. In point of fact, is this work safe? I would have to think so considering the plethora of questionable images I'm bombarded with on a daily basis.
I, like many others, have had a long affair of the heart with "Don't I Hold You." I even made the trek down to Fais Do Do by myself in the year 2000 just to see it like I hear it and it was even better then.
Wheat are headed towards Austin town for the SXSW thing I work on. I am going to RELIVE THE MAGIC, PEOPLE.