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wish you were here on my drunken journey

chucky — Sat, 29 Dec 2007 04:39:08 GMT

I can't remember the last time I posted twice in one night, oh those glory days.

However, I had to, had to share this. Joxley, bless his little heart for this, did a post on a band - Shocking Pinks. It went in my notebook and I decided to see if they were on emusic. They weren't but my search brought up a "artist names matching" list and Pink Floyd was on it. I was surprized to see Pink Floyd on emusic so I followed the link down the rabbit hole.

The link was two Pink Floyd singles, but below that was a compliation. Follow the link, it was electronic covers of Brick in the Wall. Over to the left was a playlist of Pink Floyd covers - further down the rabbit hole.

And what do my wondering eyes see but bossa nova covers, bluegrass covers, classic rock covers, even lullaby covers for the way under-aged Pink Floyd fan.

Haha, I love life.

oh! those britches full of stitches

chucky — Sat, 29 Dec 2007 04:05:09 GMT

Now, don’t laugh. Or laugh, it’s all the same to me. Hrmphf.

Like a lot of people that feel the power of music, I’ve always wanted to be able to play a musical instrument. I played the cello in 6th grade very briefly, but that’s the only time I’ve been near an instrument.

Earlier this year I got offered a piano for free, all I had to do was pick it up and take it with me when I moved, but come moving day I realized it just wasn’t going to happen. Everything was too rushed and too hectic and I regretted it every damn day. I had fantasies of being the next Billy Joel.

Fast forward a bit and I was watching some reality show, similar to American Idol, except it had bands instead of singers. I think it was America’s Next Greatest Band, or some such shit. A handful of bands had an instrument that I wasn’t actually familiar with. This is no surprise, because I’m not big on details – if it sounds good, I’ll listen to it. But, this happened right at a time when I was pretty down and needed some sort of goal to perk me back up. Michael, bless his heart, looked up the instrument because I was talking about how cool it was. It was a mandolin. So, of course, I bought myself a mandolin. That’s how I roll.

The night it came in I spent two hours playing with it without a plectrum (fancy word for pick that I learned when I got my mandolin, heh) and got a fantabulous blister on my thumb. I’ve been practicing now for a little over a month and, good god, I suck balls.

A mandolin is a double stringed instrument – so it has 8 strings. You have to hit the double strings at the same time and I can’t do it. Also, my fingers are not so nimble, so I’m having a hard time switching between the notes fast enough to play any songs in a recognizable kind of way. Luckily, I’m teaching myself with an Irish folk song book (post title being the song I'm working on now), so no one knows that I’m playing the songs at a third of their normal speed. Haha.

Anyways, I suck and I’m having the time of my life. I totally should have decided to do this ten years ago. Now, if any of you know how to play the fricking mandolin, will you tell me how to hit the stupid strings at the same time?

My Mogmas

chucky — Fri, 28 Dec 2007 02:55:58 GMT

Just as I was despairing that Mog Santa wasn’t going to visit me this year for being such a bad mogger, I got two packages Christmas Eve. I figure I must’ve gotten some good mog karma for the shoe pic (not to mention the delightful art deco cd – ha) I sent Amber.

And not only did I get two packages but they were both overfilled with awesomeness!

Torch was my mog secret santa and he gifted me with two mixes. A lot of the songs on his mixes were songs that I knew and loved but didn’t own – so that was spectacularly cool. I took a nice trip down a musical memory lane. A small selection of what he sent: The Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin, Away by the Toadies, Not the Doctor by Alanis Morrisette, Desperately Wanting by Better than Ezra, and Clumsy by Our Lady Peace. He also had a few on there I’d never heard but am really digging like Angry Situation by Save Ferris and Crushcrushcrush by Paramore.

A couple things really tickled me. The first is that the first song on the first cd was the song I walked down the aisle to – Christmas Canon by Trans Siberian Orchestra. The second was he included What a Good Boy by Barenaked Ladies. I mentioned a few times here that I have a collection of songs for whenever I need to have a good cry. A handful of songs that are guaranteed to release the torrent of agony that builds up inside sometimes. What a Good Boy is the second best song for this purpose. The song wasn’t even in my itunes so that I have to purposely get the cd to listen to it. So, basically, Torch made me cry. Thanks Torch. Haha…I jest. I am super excited about the mixes. I am currently rocking out to Huey Lewis & the News courtesy of Torch.

The second package I got wasn’t Christmas related, I don’t think – but since it came on Christmas Eve I am counting it as such. Fairportfan sent me three movies: Dark Star, Get Crazy, and The 5000 Fingers of Doctor T (Dr. Suess for the win!). Those I plan to thoroughly enjoy this weekend.

So thank you both!

And on the family tip, my lovely husband got me an 80 gig ipod and a wii. I love my life sometimes. :)

a couple random things

chucky — Fri, 30 Nov 2007 03:25:54 GMT

I’ve made the conscious decision to tie one on tonight and deal with the fallout tomorrow. Oddly, or not so oddly, I always make that decision when I’ve been too lazy to make dinner. I wish for once I could decide to have an extra beer on a full stomach. But, whateva, my point is that I have some extra mog time now since I won’t be shuffling off to bed or to worship the boob tube. Heh.

That means I have time to share with you some random crap. (Doesn’t that make you happy? Haha.)

First of all, Kings of Leon. Everybody else knew about them years ago. Hell, I heard about them years ago and was all “eh.” Then, earlier this year my husband says he’s heard they were good and could I find some, so we could see. I did and we were both “eh.” Then, shit I don’t even know when/where/why, I got some tracks of Aha Shake Heartbreak. I listened on and off for a few months. Then, finally, during another bender, I was cleaning my kitchen at around midnight and the thought struck me that the only way I could get through the task was with Kings of Leon. It took about an hour to clean the kitchen that night because I broke for a lot of ass shaking and top of the lungs serenading of Brody. My dog is in therapy now, but it’s all good. So I got my happy ass on itunes and decided to get more. Thing is, I like them better when I go backwards, which I almost never do. So, I got some tracks off Holy Roller Novocaine and one of Youth and Young Manhood, but I didn’t like what I heard off their latest album. I am almost positive though that I will be here next November talking about how fricken awesome that album is though.

Second of all, I went up to my Mom’s for Thanksgiving and while I was there I whined to her about Dale and August EMCDing the parental generation. We took a short commercial break while I explained to her what EMCD meant (Jeez, where has she been? Heh.) and then she broke into one of her glorious maternal moments. I love those because they are always a surprise treat. ;) “Well of course you’ve EMCD’d me darlin’. You turned me onto Dead Milkmen. And your brother turned me onto the Cure.” Me: “But Mom, I listened to the Cure before Nolan was out of diapers (probably not true, I can’t do math in my head).” “Doesn’t matter, I didn’t pay attention to what you listened to back then.”….and we are out of the maternal moment.

Regardless, as soon as she said it, I remembered the moment. My mother, brother, and I were in the car a few years ago. My brother is 9 years younger than me and he never outgrew the teenage “I know everything and you are a moron” phase. He was lecturing me on how little I knew about good music…blah blah blah. I threw a Dead Milkmen cd into my Mom’s cd player to drown him out. Now, at this point, you may be thinking he has a point because I chose Dead Milkmen to drown him out. You’re wrong. (Just so you know.) My brother was actually drawn in and we have spent many a happy day since where one of us will randomly start a Dead Milkmen lyric in the middle of someone else’s boring conversation and the other will answer with the next, and so on until we are both singing at the top of our lungs (Loud family. Could be a genetic hearing issue. Don’t know.) Anyway, it was the Blues Song that sold my mother. I don’t even know what it is in particular about that song, but that was the song that sold her on Dead Milkmen. Here it is:

i fell in love with a band, but she 's a rejecter

chucky — Fri, 02 Nov 2007 03:05:42 GMT

I didn’t spend my entire hiatus alternately staring at the walls and watching Everybody Loves Raymond reruns. Me and Jaymog also went to an Of Montreal concert.

He had told me it was coming up when we saw G. Love but when I finally got around to emailing him that I was up for the concert it was sold out. No problem says Jay, either he will find a ticket on craigslist for me, or we will find a scalper at the show, or worst case scenario we’ll go do something else if it doesn’t pan out. The first option didn’t pan out, so we head on out to the show and Jay’s made up a handy little sign asking for a ticket that I was just a little too embarrassed to hold up. Heh. After awhile the doors open and the line files slowly by us and there are no tickets to be had. At this point, I am feeling like a real ass because he’s already got a ticket and he’s my ride. With 5 or so people left in line a guy comes up to us and tells us he’s a member of the opening band, Psychic Hearts (which I heard as Second Carts at first, heh) and he’s got some spots open on his guest list and throws me on there. It was a weird moment for me – because I was so grateful and overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness/kindness but I also had this thought in the back of my head – “What if his band sucks? I’d feel so guilty.”

A heartbeat or two and we’re inside and I go straight to the merch table to buy their cd before I hear them, just in case. No luck – they have nothing there. So, I go buy a beer and recognize the other two members of the band standing there and buy them beer as a thank you. The total, by the by, was $11. How awesome is that? Three beers for $11?

The band didn’t go on right away and Jay and I hung out on the patio. I had actually never even heard Of Montreal before so Jay was bringing up clips on his iphone for me to listen to. I had assumed, for whatever reason, that they were one of those kind of slow, dreary, melodic bands that aren’t my style. In fact, that was precisely the reason I decided to go – I wanted to see what the shows were like when you saw bands like that. The songs he pulled up seemed a bit poppier than I expected, but it was basically what I was expecting. In the meantime, I was checking out all the kids around us. There were boys in pants much, much tighter than mine. There was a boy in a neon green tube top. And I sat there, kind of dismayed, thinking that I had finally gotten old and was just realizing it. “Today’s fashion” has passed me by and I was just an old imposter in the midst of the new freshness. I said something to that effect to Jay, and he told me that – no, it was just the fashion of these particular kids. That comment didn’t really make too much sense until later.

A bit later and Psychic Hearts gets on stage to play. I was so afraid they’d suck and then I’d see them after they played and they’d expect me to tell them how much I enjoyed their set. I had serious anxiety going on folks. It melted about 30 seconds in. Because about 30 seconds in I was completely transfixed by this band. I was absolutely fucking giddy as a matter of fact. I felt a love I haven’t felt since I heard Authority Zero for the first time. There were only three people in that band – the singer/guitarist, the drummer, and the synthesizer player – but they created this enormous wall of magnificent sound. I kept struggling to figure out what it reminded me off, what strings in my soul it was tugging and the very closest I could come was Smashing Pumpkins, but it wasn’t quite that. I still don’t know what it was. All I do know, is that they took me back in time. I closed my eyes about two songs in and I was grinning like a fool, swaying to the music. All I wanted at that moment was to buy their cd and take it home and put on some head phones and sit on the floor in my bedroom just like I did back when I was a kid and listen until I knew every word, every sound that they made. After the set ended, I went out to have a post climatic cigarette and we ran into friends of the band. I gushed, just a little incoherently, and mentioned that I didn’t see a cd for sale at the merch stand. It was explained to me that they’d only pressed two EPs and they didn’t like them and that’s why they weren’t for sale. It was also told to me that this was one of their last shows. They were going to dissolve and create a new band. I didn’t ask what the name of the new band would be. Or how I could get news on when they’d release something. Or anything else I should have done. This upsets me. One other thing that happened during this conversation was the lead singer’s girlfriend telling me that I’d love Of Montreal when they came on, that it would be a “great dance party.” I thought that was curious based on the clips I’d heard.

Here's the band I fell in love with just to find out it was only to be a one night affair:

Since this was an Of Montreal show, I suppose I should mention them. I told you earlier what I thought Of Montreal was all about. I was wrong. Yep. So completely wrong that I should have my mog card revoked. All the curious things that had happened earlier: the boy in the tube top, Jay saying it was just these kids’ fashion, the “great dance party” comment – they all started to make sense. In my defense, I have since bought the latest Of Montreal cd, and I understand now why I was so wrong. The show I saw bears very little resemblance to the cd I now own. The show was electric and had so much more soul than the cd. I wish that I had seen them with a different opening act though. They just could not live up to Psychic Hearts. In any case, they put on a show and if Psychic Hearts reminded me of Smashing Pumpkins, I should say that the lead singer of Of Montreal reminded me of Chris Crocker, of youtube/Brittany fame. I was exhausted from my earlier exhilaration and didn’t enjoy their show the way I should have. Actually, it was fun at first and a good bit of that fun came from the girl standing right in front and slightly to the right of me. She was very pretty and very, very 80s. She looked just like the chick from Flashdance. She did not, however, dance like the chick from Flashdance. She danced like an arthritic robot. It was one of the most fascinating things I’ve ever seen in my life. She was so enthusiastic and interesting and I remember actually thinking “thank god for bands like this, that let this girl feel so comfortable dancing like a complete spazz.” Then she elbowed me in the boob. I wanted to take her ass out, but instead I used my arms to form a protective cage around the boobage and glared at her…haha. Glaring at her distracted me from her dancing and I noticed what I think was an adam’s apple. So, then I spent the next 10 minutes or so trying to figure out for sure whether she was a girl or a boy. I never did figure that out, it was my one and only real life Pat situation. And, of course, I was so mesmerized by Ouchy McRobot that I kind of lost the music. So, here ends the post – I can’t say much about Of Montreal’s show because they weren’t half as interesting as their fans.

I will leave you with this song – the one song they played that pulled me from my examination of she with the evil elbow:

just a g.lovin' excuse for a mog shoe pic

chucky — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 02:04:10 GMT

This review is a tad bit overdue but I had such an excellent time at the concert that I was..um…out of sorts for a minute afterwards. Yep.

Beginning at the beginning – the venue was only 20 minutes from my house and being me I left 45 minutes before show time. After mercilessly mocking all North Carolinians that complain about their traffic, I finally found out they weren’t lying. The traffic jam I got stuck in wasn’t up to NoVA standards, but it did make me get to the concert just on time. The venue was gorgeous – from the entrance you walk up a winding wooded path and into a clearing with a stage.

When I got in, the first opening band was already playing. I didn’t go all the way to the stage because I was waiting for Jay to get there and I was afraid I wouldn’t hear my phone if I got too close. So, from the concession area I watched the band on stage. The two bands before G. Love were Ozomatli and Slightly Stoopid. I’ve heard excellent things about Ozomatli from August and I had one song by Slightly Stoopid, but I wasn’t really familiar with either band so I didn’t know who I was watching. But, I was enjoying the hell out of it. The music was, to my ears, ska tinged and the guys on the stage were all dancing in time with each other. I watched for a few songs and decided that I must be listening to Slightly Stoopid and went over and bought a cd. Shortly after the set ended and it turns out it was Ozomatli. I would have gone back and bought their cd but I could not, for the life of me, get their name to pass my lips correctly and I was too afraid of mispronouncing it and feeling dumb. Instead, I picked the cd up from emusic (which had two emusic exclusive tracks). Yay emusic!

Right as they were finishing up, Jay calls and tells me he’s there so I go up to meet him at the gate. As we’re walking back up I am telling him everything I’ve just told y’all and we get back to the concession area and there is Ozomatli, not 10 feet from where I was standing before, just jamming. I remembered as soon as I saw this, August mentioning this very thing. That, although it didn’t last long, was one of the highlights of the evening for me.

Jay and I shoot the shit for awhile (and incidentally, Jay is an excellent concert buddy. Y’all should be jealous) and Slightly Stoopid come on. Musically, they had a bunch of different shit going on. They hopped around from reggae to ska to punk to something almost metal. By the end of their set I wasn’t regretting buying their cd by accident so much. I still haven’t gotten around to listening to it but I don’t think I’ll be disappointed. The weird thing, though, with that is that I asked the guy at the merch booth for their latest cd and later when I checked the date it said 1998. I haven’t checked yet, but if their last album came out in 1998…dayum. Near the end of their set we start working our way into the crowd in front of the stage and I think we got a contact buzz from all the pot smoking going on. Jay leaves to go get beer and I bum a light from chick next to me who complains about her lack of mary jane. Pollyanna chucky was all like “Wha?? Um, yeah, this (indicating cigarette) is good for me.” Heh, and y’all thought I was a rebel right? Jay comes back and gives me about 15 pounds of beer to hold in my purse ;) Ok, so it was one beer but it was heavy…haha. He makes up for this by using a master’s eye to locate every vacated spot in front of us and squeeze into it until we are only three rows back for G. Love.

I want to stop here for a quick minute and talk about our fellow concert goers. The last time I saw G. Love I was surrounded by preppy college kids that were rude and didn’t know a single G. Love song outside of “Cold Beverage.” Everyone I saw at this concert was impossibly attractive and nice. It was ridiculous. Everywhere I looked some beautiful person was smiling at me. And, when we pushed into spaces too small for us, they’d just….move. They didn’t push or yell, they just moved and smiled. So very strange. This is what I would have been like if I hadn’t moved to VA 10 years ago I think. Heh. Also, they not only knew more G. Love songs than I did, they knew every Slightly Stoopid song. I can’t speak to Ozomatli because I was too far away, but I bet they were singing along then too. In fact, they were so friendly that two impossibly tiny girls in front of me started making out. They just could not contain their goodwill.

Back to the show – G. Love and Special Sauce came on and I have to say, although I don’t want to, that G. Love is looking kind of tired. I swooned over him 13 years ago but now, not so much. Now I just want to tuck him in and tell him to sleep for about a month and possibly feed him some pot roast. However, he still brought it. Unfortunately for me, he played a lot of stuff that I wasn’t familiar with, but I got a kick out of the crowd singing along all the same. For his encore he brought Ozomatli back on stage with him – which was mighty, mighty excellent.

Jay was disappointed that G. Love and Special Sauce didn’t play Rodeo Clowns, so Jay – here it is

I’ll put an Ozomatli and a Slightly Stoopid song in the comments.

Are they going in for the kiss?

chucky — Thu, 30 Aug 2007 03:35:38 GMT

Or declaring before God and family that they hack the heads off little girls and, incidentally, want each other's skull?

Hint: my name is chucky...haha.

Yesterday marked 3 years of marriage and 9 years of coupledom. I spent the evening working late while he was upstairs breaking stuff (I mean putting furniture together. Yep.) Life is good. :)

and this is why mog is as necessary as oxygen

chucky — Thu, 23 Aug 2007 03:31:21 GMT

When left to my own devices I normally trawl emusic for new stuff. I patiently click through and listen to a song or two of every album in the alt/punk category until I give up in frustration. That is exactly what I was doing tonight when I came across a song called “Sharks Are Fucked Up.” To my way of thinking, that had to, I mean had to, be a good song. But, it wasn’t. It was, in fact, a crappy song.

On the other hand, it is damn near impossible getting through a night on mog without hearing something I have to have. So, this is a salute to you, my wonderful fellow moggers, for your diligent effort to fill my ipod with all kinds of awesome. And because I will have to upgrade soon, I also thank you on Steve Job’s account.

Thank you:

Fistula for Andrew Thompson’s We’re In Business, a few Alice in Wonderland songs, and a Dandi Wind song. (my husband, however, is not so much thankful as he is bewildered by my obsession with We’re In Business, heh.)

Dachmo for the couple of Sharon Jones songs I’ve picked up.

I don’t remember for Bat For Lashes. I also only dig a couple of their songs, but I dig those heavily.

Michelle (I think?) for that Idan Rachel Project song.

Michael for leading me to both versions of Is That All There Is?

Ngtivspace for Vampire Weekend.

Kevin for Dizzie Rascal.

And …

Out of all the songs I’ve been introduced to on mog I have two that vie for top honors:

The Zookeeper's Boy – Mew, Dale got a lot of us with that one – thanks Dale :)

I’d Rather Dance With You – Kings of Convenience, thank you Echoes. (I know you’re gone but thank you anyway.)

Edit: Crap, I almost forgot - in the interests of mog love and me finding cool shit I missed the first time around: what is the best song you've discovered on mog? And who introduced you to it?

Attention Triangle Moggers!

chucky — Wed, 22 Aug 2007 02:26:37 GMT

I completely suck at organizing things which is why it's August 21st and I am just now posting proper on this.

G. Love and Special Sauce along with Slightly Stoopid and Ozomatli will be playing at the Koka Booth Amphitheatre in Cary on Friday Augst 31st.

Tickets are still available and I think this would be a fantastic opportunity to have a mog get together. I haven't gotten a ticket yet because Michael can't go with me and I am so not going alone.

Y'all let me know if you'd like to do this.

Here is a link with the info.

what do y'all think?

chucky — Mon, 20 Aug 2007 00:49:35 GMT

Last night, I spent the evening at a cookout getting to know my new neighbors. We are sitting around and just shooting the shit, and the radio is on the classic rock station in the background. I started complaining because they played Mony Mony by Billy Idol – because that is not classic rock. This led to a friendly debate with one of my neighbors about what classic rock is.

He felt that the designation “classic rock” was applicable to any rock song that became a classic. So, for instance, he felt that one day “Smells Like Teen Spirit” would be considered classic rock. I argued that classic rock could only be from the 70s and that later songs could become classics but never classic rock.

The argument went back and forth for awhile, each of us bringing up new points to support our argument. At one point, I was trying to explain that classic rock wasn’t even just the time period, but it was also a pretty specific sound. He came back with a question that stumped me and I decided to put that question to y’all. The question is this: would bands that are out today that mimic that 70s sound be considered classic rock? I don’t know the answer to that, but I can see that it would make sense to designate them as such.

What do y’all think? Does the term classic rock grow to include later songs that are classics or is it just a certain time period? And, what about music around today, that might never be classics, but that have the same sound as classic rock?

punk wars...sure why not

chucky — Tue, 31 Jul 2007 02:25:39 GMT

I logged on late and missed most of y'alls war but just because I like being ornery I'll go with something a bit fresher than what I've seen on offer so far. ;)

up in deliverance country

chucky — Sun, 29 Jul 2007 01:43:12 GMT

I’ve just gotten back from four days in Gatlinburg, TN. My dad has a timeshare there and offered it up for a cheap vacation for Michael and I. Although I could have done without the Myrtle Beach like downtown the scenery was astounding and there was a huge arts and crafts community there. And with enough persistence, you can even find arts and crafts that won’t make you puke from country overload. We spent most of our time trolling through all of the stores trying to find stuff for our house. Gatlinburg is up in the mountains and apparently all the radio signals are weak way up there, so in my car my ipod wasn’t getting a good channel to lock into resulting in a massive lack of music for me. So, my ears were very hungry as I was shopping and every store I went into was playing banjo music. It was really only a matter of time before it started growing on me and I grabbed a CD. I’m back to civilization now and listening to it again – and I’m thinking it will hold up. It’s not an everyday thing, but it is kind of cool. Have a listen:

wa wa nee on a whim

chucky — Sun, 08 Jul 2007 01:28:57 GMT

I hadn't thought about Wa Wa Nee in a long time when I first created my mog page. When I got to the first album widget, I had to search my brain and I came up with their name but couldn't remember what they sounded like.

A couple of days ago I was bored and their name bubbled up and I decided to check youtube for them and I'll be damned if they weren't there. I've been going through all the videos, and I think my tastes as a 11/12 year old were just fine, thank God. Heh.

This isn't my favorite one, but that one (Stimulation) has the embed disabled. Punks, sheesh.

(Edit: I forgot to mention that they are pretty damn dorky and rhythmically challenged, try to seperate the tune from the image..haha.)

this sucks...

chucky — Fri, 29 Jun 2007 02:21:17 GMT

So, exactly one month ago I turned 32. My husband forgot my birthday.

Now, exactly one month later, I sat down to write my one year anniversary post because I joined on June 28, 2006. I remember. Then, I start reading my earlies posts and I see the first is dated June 24th. Hmm. So, I check my main mog page and it says I started June 22nd. Either way, I managed to forget my own damn anniversary. How irritating. Bah!

Ok...pretend it's it's 6 days ago:

Today marks one year on mog for me. I signed up for mog the same day I read about it over on Fark and I didn’t know then how important it was going to become to me. I thought that it would be like myspace, just with music and that I would get bored in a few months. But, then the mog-o-sphere came and I started meeting all y’all wonderful people. We’re here to talk about music, to share what we love and to learn about music we don’t know yet - but, along the way we’ve forged a real community around that passion and y’all have made me laugh and cry and, occasionally scream at my computer. Heh.

I love it here and I love that somehow mog has attracted all these people that are just so damn cool. I mean what are the odds? I like about 10% of the 3D people that I meet but I like 99.8% of the moggers I’ve met. You guys inspire me with your humor, your wit, your knowledge, and your music of course;) And, I bow before DH for making it all possible in the first place.

I've been reading through my early posts and reminiscing. The first time I met Dale I was bashing religious music. Whoops. Heh. I was having lots of conversations with some imaginary friends: anti-amy and whosyrdad. haha. The origin of the terms "the band who shall not be named" and "evil music crack dealer." The post I did after midnight so that no one would see it becoming one of my most commented on posts.

I've had so much fun here. So much. I love y'all to pieces.

stephen king's top 25 rock songs

chucky — Fri, 22 Jun 2007 03:57:47 GMT

(I don't know if anyone has posted this yet, my apologies if you have.)

The link goes to a video of Stephen King's top 25. He does a voice over on why over a soundclip of each song.

Sweet.

i may emcd Dale with this one...

chucky — Tue, 19 Jun 2007 02:43:26 GMT

mwahahaha...

Tiger Army took a one song break from emobilly to try on some NewOrderbilly. Not bad, unexpected, but not bad.

check it out:

And on a completely unrelated, had to get it off my chest aside: I now read the articles in Paste to know which bands to avoid. Damn you Paste!

classic rock night at my momma's house

chucky — Sat, 16 Jun 2007 02:42:48 GMT

I was back in VA this week for work and Tuesday night my mother and I met my sister at Carlos O’Kellys for drinks. My sister was talking about how good Patron was and how she doesn’t drink tequila – she drinks Patron. Curious as to the difference, my mother and I took a shot with her. I immediately regretted it (because it tasted just like the cheapest tequila I’d ever drank) and told my sister I was expecting something magical. (Yes, I’m getting to a point here…) So, I drive my mother home and she slurs her words a bit (my mother is a lightweight, one bloody mary and one shot of tequila, yep) and I ask her if the Patron had stolen her verbs. She said “No. I feel magical….lyrical.”

And that’s how our evening really started. Because I knew she was quoting a song but I couldn’t place it and she knew it. She giggled at my frustration but wouldn’t tell me what it was. Eventually, she told me it was The Logical Song by Supertramp. Then, a bit later, she starts singing to herself the “badadabadada” part of that Gym Class Hero’s song. I told her I was surprised she was singing Gym Class Hero’s, which was meet with a blank stare. I said “you know ‘take a look at my girlfriend, she’s the only one I got’…” “Yeah,” she says, “that’s Supertramp.” No shit. Huh. At this point, my sister shows up and my mother pulls up Breakfast in America for my sister and I to listen to. I recognize “Take the Long Way Home” and mention that both The Logical Song and Take the Long Way Home always make me feel sad when I hear them.

That starts my sister on trying to remember a song from our childhood that had always made her sad. She says “It’s about a guy that’s an alcoholic, and some land, and there’s an amazing sax solo.” I’m completely lost but my mom starts humming a tune that I know even though I can’t name it. My mother calls my brother to see if he can place it but he’s in the same boat as me. My mother thinks a bit harder, comes up with some lyrics – “Know he’s never gonna stop moving because he’s rolling. He’s a rolling stone.” My sister and I google the lyrics and “sax solo” and come up with Baker Street by Gerry Rafferty. Ah yes, good stuff.

Then, that mystery solved, my sister starts talking about Jackson Browne. I swore I’d never heard a Jackson Browne song, so she pulls up itunes and starts playing me Jackson Browne songs – and I recognized one – The Road. She’s played five song clips, I’ve recognized one and liked none - so I try to change the subject onto another childhood favorite. I asked them who did the song “oh, won’t you stay…just a little bit longer.” My sister immediately starts playing the song and I was a bit amazed that she was able to pull it up so fast. “Damn! That’s the one. So, who sings it?” … “Jackson Browne.” Heh.

I love my family.

stuff I thought I didn't like part 1

chucky — Thu, 31 May 2007 02:29:01 GMT

If you’ve visited my page, you’ve seen this:

Into: Everything - the second I say I don't like a particular genre, I find something I like in it. Then I am a liar.

I’m guilty of being very adamant about not liking something and then finding out I was just ignorant. So, this is a chucky primer – in case you’ve made the same mistake too.

First up is Jazz. I still don’t know a lot about jazz and most of what I do hear gives me runny bowels (I don’t know why, don’t ask) but the extremely limited exposure that’s happened accidentally has already turned up two songs that I adore.

The first is Take Five. I heard this 2 American Idol cycles ago. I watched the audition process to catch the train wrecks and one of the people auditioning sang it. I was so captivated by that snippet that I spent a fair bit of time looking up the song and then listening to different versions to find my favorite.

The second is Aguas De Marco, which I heard right here on mog courtesy of Ivylander. Normally if I see the word “jazz” I skip the post – shameful but true. But mention something Brazilian and I’m all over it because I’m still in my infatuation stage with the sound of the Portuguese language. (I swear that someone could read the ingredients of a cake mix in Portuguese with a bass playing the background and I would be spellbound.)

Two songs isn’t much to go on but it’s enough that I know there has got to be more jazz out there that’d I’d like.

something to check out

chucky — Thu, 31 May 2007 00:21:04 GMT

Ok first of all, I just want to get this out of the way: Oscar the Grouch has an artist lounge here at mog. So does Star Wars. And the Sims. And Doom. I just don’t know what to say about that – but I thought y’all should know…haha.

I found this out when I googled to see if anyone had already posted about Your Subculture Soundtrack (http://music.wikia.com/wiki/Main_Page)- the music wikia. Wikia being the for-profit venture by wikipedia’s founder.

I’m just starting to take a look at it now, but I’m thinking moggers should do a hostile takeover. Heh. Or maybe just a benevolent takeover.

....

damn html not working for me again. grumble

Hold ourselves together with our arms around the stereo for hours

chucky — Wed, 30 May 2007 02:05:12 GMT

I picked up Boxer by The National last night off emusic. The singer’s voice is compelling enough that I just sat here and listened to the whole album – and it’s gorgeous.

Some people have already posted about Boxer and Jenny has a great review of it. What I want to share with you are some of the lyrics that really wowed me and/or touched me. I included a verse from Fake Empire because I thought when I heard it – what a pretty way to call Americans naïve racists in an Imperialist society – heh.

But, most of these (and most of the songs on the album) seem to be more about - I almost want to say - approaching midlife crisis. Our lives are dull, and even when we have someone, mostly lonely. We all feel that way sometimes, regardless of whether it’s really true – PMS, full moons, bad night’s sleep, whatever. I’m always surprised when a musician can eloquently capture the innermost fears of the average wage slave. Some good ones couldn’t be captured just in a verse, but here are all of the lyrics.

Tiptoe through our shiny city with our diamond slippers on do our gay ballet on ice bluebirds on our shoulders we’re half-awake in a fake empire we’re half-awake in a fake empire -Fake Empire

oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults -Mistaken For Strangers

I wanna hurry home to you put on a slow, dumb show for you and crack you up so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain god I’m very, very frightening I’ll overdo it -Slow Show

Hold ourselves together with our arms around the stereo for hours While it sings to itself or whatever it does when it sings to itself of its long lost loves I’m getting tied, I’m forgetting why -Apartment Story

They’ll find us here here here in the guest room where we throw money at each other and cry, oh my /We can’t stay here we’re starting to stay the same we can’t stay here we can’t stay this way -Guest Room

I only feel a day older than I did yesterday.

chucky — Mon, 28 May 2007 21:26:49 GMT

I was born 32 years ago at 7:29 as the credits for Hogan's Heros ran. My dad was watching it in the waiting room (it was his favorite show) while my mom was in labor and I've always tried to be considerate.

The first sign of maturity is the discovery that the volume knob also turns to the left. ~Jerry M. Wright

Phew. I may be older, but it looks like I dodged the maturity bullet. So yay for that. Heh.

My present to myself was to do a mog-a-thon today and catch up with my trusted's posts. My un-birthday present to you is this video. This song never fails to make me happy:

for all you would be Lily Allen suitors

chucky — Mon, 21 May 2007 22:28:06 GMT

Turns out Lily only needs one thing in a man. It's about 40 seconds in...

Well, hell - at least this one is actually sorta musically related.

you know who you are...(not a music post)

chucky — Mon, 21 May 2007 21:35:29 GMT

I am catching up on mog posts right now and I don't know who spiked the mog punch with spanish fly but y'all just made me embarrass myself.

My husband and father were watching the news and called me into the room to show me this science exhibit where they had a giant colon for people to walk through so that they would understand related health issues (???).

And Ashley blurts out "Why do they think people walking through a giant penis is going to help?" Yep - I had penis on the brain. I wonder why? Ahem.

Naughty moggers - for shame.

a moment of silence

chucky — Fri, 18 May 2007 02:28:04 GMT

I meant to do this Tuesday, but I was too distraught.

Tuesday was the last time that I heard this for the first time. Yes, I cried - alot. No, you do not get to tease me about it.

crappy ass cover commercial

chucky — Fri, 18 May 2007 02:24:26 GMT

Since I'm without my trusty dvr right now I've been watching alot of commercials here lately. One in particular is really burning my ass though.

It's a JC Penny commercial with the lamest, slit-your-throat worthy cover of Yaz's (for the Brits, Yazoo) Only You. It absolutely drives me up the damn wall every time I hear it, which is about twice an hour whenever I'm watching tv. Tonight, I finally decided to google it. Second item on the search was someone looking for the song - so the good news is I know who slaughtered the song, the bad news is somebody actually likes it.

As before, I am sharing my pain with you. First, Yaz's version, then Joshua Radin's version.

guess who I saw in concert saturday night? yep.

chucky — Tue, 15 May 2007 03:38:39 GMT

Haha, the first thought that flitted across your mind was the right one.

I woke up Saturday morning to this message on my phone “Hey Ashley, it’s Ryan. Authority Zero is playing at Jaxx tomorrow night and since I know you’re retarded about driving long distances to see them – I thought I’d let you know.” Yep. Haha…

So, in a moment of inspiration I checked to see if they were playing here before I made plans to drive back up to VA. Lucky me, they were playing that same night (Saturday, that is) in Raleigh. The line up was very strange based on the myspace links – one ska band, two hardcore bands, and AZ but, it was AZ so I was there, period.

I missed the first band and got there right as the second band was setting up which gave me time to check out the environment. First thing first, I got a beer for myself and a water for my husband (he was my DD, yay!) and it only cost $5. Michael insisted I had heard the bartender wrong but 3 beers and 2 waters later my entire tab was $13. Holla! Yet another reason to love NC. In VA water is $5 and beer is $9. Life is good, yeah. J

Now to the not so good stuff. The band I missed was the ska band, so hardcore band number 1 was taking the stage when we got there. Now, there’s been a standard of conduct for the pit at every punk show I’ve ever been too. It’s kosher to knock somebody flat on their ass, but you pick them. Unless you’re straight-edge, but those fuckers need the release I guess. One of the first things I noticed when I walked into this place was youngsters in No Fear t-shirts, cargo shorts, and unbent baseball caps. The ladies sported flip-flops, thick calves, mini blue jean skirts, and precisely placed blonde highlights. Oh noes I thought to myself – if a pit starts here it won’t be pretty. And indeed it wasn’t. One guy was intent on causing as much physical harm as he possibly could – which included fists at one point and elbows to the face at another. Security dragged him off the floor three times but never kicked him out.

Chucky moment: this guy, after one of his expulsions, was standing in front of me – piss ass drunk and decided to go all hippy slash kung fu dance, I guess to recharge for his next violent foray into the pit. One of the lovely mini skirt clad ladies actually started laughing and pointing at him. I actually heard the words “that’s hot” pass her lips before she started cackling like a hyena. And, I thought to myself, chucky, that is a girl that is in need of a reality check and a fat lip. My whole body was on fire with the urge to say to the drunk frat boy “hey! Are you going to let her talk about you like that?” just to see what would happen. The bad part about having your husband there as your DD is that he won’t let you do stuff like that…sigh.

Where was I? Oh yeah – I went to see Authority Zero Saturday! Haha…They came on after hardcore band 1 and they played a lot of stuff off their first album, which I thought was kind of strange. I guess just coming off their last tour, they were sick of the new stuff. Regardless, they were – as they always are – a fucking blast. I went down into the pit for their show and trusted that my husband would run interference. I assume that he did because I occasionally noticed violence behind me but it never touched me. I actually lost my voice at the show and I’m still froggy two days later, which I kind of think is funny. I also managed to pull every muscle in my torso –which hurts. Mostly, I’m pissed that (a) I must have been making a complete ass out of myself because I’ve never hurt this bad before and (b) I need some dance moves that involve a sore ass, because a tighter ass never hurt anyone. Heh.

Here's one I don't believe I've posted before:

i am a slow learner

chucky — Thu, 10 May 2007 19:01:10 GMT

The universe warned me once today but I didn't listen. This time I was not working while looking at Fark. Here a very observant farker pointed out this.

Listen to "I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend." Not only does she suck, but the songs she steals suck.

making people want to stab themselves in the ear all the world over

chucky — Thu, 10 May 2007 16:58:29 GMT

This is what I get for surfing the internet when I’m supposed to be working – serves me right. I thought I was a fan of globalization until this Slate article (http://www.slate.com/id/2165921/fr/flyout) showed me the evil that can come of it. To lessen my pain a bit I will subject you to the same torture. Here’s the most asinine chorus so far in 2007 in seven different languages:

Japanese http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6YhaDA6fNc German http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rHdWA65bUVo Chinese http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_N13DLrRdr4&mode=related&search= Italian http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKf99abUzgg French http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=erQjjiBKx-Y Spanish http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LfV5bNsBC6g Portuguese http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W5bwXZRB1-k

Or, if you are really brave, here’s all of them in one video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMgGPKE1tcU

Enjoy. Heh.

Update: even mog hates Avril Lavigne and isn't letting me hyperlink so you get all the ugly addresses instead.

for no really good reason

chucky — Tue, 08 May 2007 03:02:50 GMT

Heath just posted a lyric that made me think of this song, which happens to be my favorite Led Zeppelin song for no reason that I can put a finger on.

So, I thought I'd share it, nostalgia and what not. Yep.

pimpettes - AT-TEN-TION! - I will always be ST

chucky — Tue, 08 May 2007 02:21:25 GMT

Am I supposed to believe everything? Or just everything said by you?

As long as your heart beats - PLEDGE YOUR ALLEGIANCE

RECOGNIZE. ..... ;)

well I DID shit cookies!

chucky — Fri, 04 May 2007 03:04:49 GMT

A few days ago I got a package from Troy with Redman’s latest cd and a massive mix of Troy’s favorite Redman tunes – my Redman primer.

I’ve been listening to it for the past couple evenings and, the verdict is that it’s pretty damn cool stuff. Now, the rap I normally like has a lot going on – a lot of samples, a lot of layers, and tongue twisting speed. Redman seems to strip everything way back without making the music bland. I can’t put my finger exactly on what makes it good, but it is. Also, dude has a sense of humor that pops up in some of these songs.

I’ve been listening a bit and only listening and I’ve been listening a bit while mogging, so I haven’t really heard it all yet. But, here are some lyrics and whatnot that caught my ear and my five favorite songs so far.

“Look at her toes, you know you like toes.”

“That bitch…that ain’t scared to whoop her kids.”

“My gun is bisexual…it’s hitting male and female when I’m letting go.”

“You fucking muppets. You fucking cunts.” (This is said by some British dude, which somehow takes the edge off the c word because I’m sure he’s talking to another dude.)

“When we said we were number 1 we lied. We’re number 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5.”

“Murda murda murda, kill kill kill. Take nuts and screws out ferris wheels”

1. Suicide 2. Cerial Killer 3. Future Thugs 4. Gilla House Check 5. Da Rockwilder

Thank you Troy! You kick massive ass!

another taste of clik

chucky — Tue, 01 May 2007 02:05:09 GMT

This one rocks a little harder and there's no whining.

I leave you with this because I just got my Redman Primer from Troy and I must go study. :P

f.your.pain.away.

chucky — Mon, 30 Apr 2007 04:02:47 GMT

I realize that it’s been awhile since I’ve had a bonafide music post. Mostly because it’s been a long time since I’ve found something that y’all didn’t introduce me too. So – I had a double craving for something new – something just mine, if only for a second before I shared it with y’all. That doesn’t happen a lot because I’m too lazy to search for good stuff – all my emusic downloads go to waste every month. But, tonight I popped into the itunes store and within, no shit, 5 minutes I found something that grabbed me.

Snakehouse by The Cliks is one of the new rock releases on their main page. I test clicked a few songs and they reminded me of The Heartless Bastards in that garage rocky, strong vocals kind of way. After 5 or so previews I was sold and bought the album.

I am not a good reviewer. This is what I can tell you: (1) it’s gorgeous. The songs on the album were written after the end of a long-term relationship (and a plethora of other shit the singer was going through at the time). It deals, angrily, with the aftermath of that. (2) my initial Heartless Bastard comparison was almost right. The vocals are the highlight of the music and they are, in turns, aching and aggressive. The music itself is pure garage rock. (3) They’re Canadian and I know some of y’all are always on the look out for a good Canadian band. I watched an interview and the lead singer even says “aboot” – so cute. :P (4) I haven’t found a song on the album I don’t like yet. Which is pretty damn amazing. I will say that the album has a cover of “Cry Me a River” but on youtube I saw a 30 second clip of them covering “Irreplaceable” in concert and I wish that had been on the album instead. (5)Post title is the very first lyric of the very first song on the album. And you know how I feel about gratuitous use of the f word

I haven’t even had a chance to really sink into the nooks and crannies of this album and I’m already madly in love with it. You can bet your ass that I’m going to find a chance to disappear alone tomorrow in my car for 40.2 minutes. Or possibly 80.4 minutes –with the windows down and the stereo cranked.

Here’s the video for “Oh Yeah”

(For Kevin and Lester) A Poll of the Ladies

chucky — Fri, 27 Apr 2007 01:13:45 GMT

The answer is your premise is just wrong. But instead of explaining why right off the bat I’m going to try to prove it.

Ladies, help me out here:

Based on these lyrics, which of these guys would you choose?

“Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties/And one day passed away in his sleep/And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days/And passed away/I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong/That I know/That I am/I am/I am/The luckiest”

“Remember, every chance you took./Decide, either live with me Or give up - any thought you had of being free”

Round Two: How about these?

“Would someone tell me what is this?/Only my existence/The only way to face this is bumps and bruises/No resistance/I've got to try and face this/The more I pick up my feet the more I land on my face/It's dimmer situations/No resistance/I've got to try and face this/Bumps and bruises/Tell me what is this thing that I'm faced with/No more excuses/Bound to find your way”

“While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take So I’ll drive so fucking far away that I never cross your mind And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind”

magic numbers

chucky — Wed, 25 Apr 2007 03:55:19 GMT

A short post to balance out my long post earlier.

I’ve been meaning to say something about this for the longest time, but I always forget until I hear one of these songs.

I am, as I have mentioned before, a small person. I’m short and still, even in my old age (heh) relatively thin. So, I get a massive kick when I hear Brick House by the Commodores, Ride Wit Me by Nelly, or Baby Got Back by Sir Mix A Lot. I have to wonder what the hell exactly do these men even know about women? Because if I were a thick girl, you can bet your damn ass that I’d be pissed when I heard the measurements in those songs:

According to The Commodores, a woman is a “brick house” if her measurements are 36-24-36. I was 17 and 106 lbs when I had that shit covered.

Sir Mix A Lot says a girl with a nice big ass and not a starved cover model should have measurements of 36-24-26 (magic numbers apparently) but only if she’s 5’3”. I’m 5’4” (and half!!) but I’m thinking that inch and half isn’t changing the overall picture.

Nelly makes a concession. He claims a thicky thick girl can have a waist 25” around keeping the 36” bust and hips. That’s nice of him, haha. I think I hit and passed 25” around 23 years old.

Although, I do salute all these men for at least recognizing that your waist should be at least 10” less than your hips for maximum heart health. Although, I doubt somehow that was what they were thinking about at all.

Boys are so damn cute. And dumb. Cute and dumb, just the way I like them. Heh.

off to the great gig in the sky

chucky — Wed, 25 Apr 2007 01:38:55 GMT

(yeah this is a long one, what're you gonna do about it? I'm dead. Heh.)

A month or so ago I was at my wits end because of problem clients and mandatory overtime at work. I grew up Maronite Catholic but my absorption of the dogma was pretty sketchy. The only thing I really took away from it was that killing yourself was the only thing you couldn’t be forgiven for. So, obviously I needed someone else to put me out of my misery. Mog Wars gave me the perfect opportunity and I begged to be put down to the theme of “losing my mind.” I sat down, put on my headphones, and waited. But, I couldn’t – I couldn’t wait and I couldn’t take it anymore - I got desperate. I warn you that the story that follows is not a pretty one.

First, I decided to jump. This probably wasn’t the best idea because I’m afraid of heights. But I was determined, so I jumped off the railing of my dad’s deck. Turns out it wasn’t really high enough for anything more than a twisted ankle and a bruised behind.

I decided to get my trusted puppy to help me. I laid down in front of the lawn mower and commanded her to run me over. But she doesn’t know that command yet. Plus, she reminded me that she can’t drive anyway, something about opposable thumbs and arms not long enough to reach the steering wheel.

When that didn’t work I decided to drink myself to death. I ran out of beer though and had to resort to water. That doesn’t really work, just makes you have to pee. Really bad.

I was out of my mind before, but my inability to off myself sent me over the edge of reason. I decided to try to suffocate myself or crush my head or something, I don’t really know, with the table umbrella. I’m just stupid. Sigh.

I just got done reading this book, Infinite Jest, where a guy kills himself by sticking his head in the microwave. The book even explained how he did it. But, it turns out my dad’s microwave is just a bit too small for me to stick my head in. Shit.

Then, I decided to drown myself in the bathtub. But, some asshole used all the hot water and there was no way I was going out freezing. I hate being cold. An inch of lukewarm water didn’t do the trick.

It was at about this time that it really dawned on me that I had been doing all this with my trusty headphones on but they weren’t plugged into anything. So, I figured I’d sit down and come up with some fresh ideas while listening to some music. Luckily, I had just got a cd in the mail. THE CD as it turns out.

SA, a fellow mogger I never had the pleasure of meeting while alive and sane nobly took my death wish into his hands and delivered up a fine assortment of crazed songs. He even twisted the knife by including a tracklisting that had 3 songs listed that weren’t actually on the cd. He also pointed out choice lyrics: “Clearly this isn’t my life. Clearly this can’t be my life”and “you’ll go, stabbing yourself in the neck” and "they captured your soul, and they won’t give it back, won’t give it back until you plead”and you should take me seriously, very seriously indeed” Ah, a merciless but oh so sweet death.

I'm not dead (well I am, but more on that later)

chucky — Sun, 22 Apr 2007 03:10:41 GMT

I’m back y’all as a brand new resident of Durham, NC – holla! It’s been an interesting week. First Uhaul dicked me over and lost my truck reservation. Then we found out we own a lot more stuff than we realized and spent 6 or so hours on moving day actually packing – whoops. I had also rented a storage unit in NC, which storage facility would not accept my passcode and so I had to rely on a good samaritan who let me use his passcode so that I could actually get to my storage unit. We unloaded all of our stuff into storage in the middle of a downpour Sunday. Sunday night brought high winds that knocked out my father’s cable – as in tv, phone, and internet for three days. We’ve had internet for the past two days but no wireless connection to get me here to y’all until I went to Best Buy today. In the meantime, from the frivolous to the serious – I killed Hmmm in mog wars, was killed by SA (who is unknown to me as of yet), and the VA Tech thing happened. I was very excited about the first, am still excited about the second because although I know the cd was received – it hasn’t been forwarded to me yet (I had my mother open it and tell me who killed me so I could report it at least), and the third had me sick because I was worried about Heath and had no way to know if he was ok. Turns out he is and that is good news.

I haven’t had much music time because my computer wasn’t hooked up and every time I’ve been in my car my husband has been with me and he has a psychic link with me that he uses for evil –as in every time a song comes up that I want to hear he hits the skip button. Ass. Haha. But, the music time I have had has been devoted almost entirely to the new MM album. Well – not exactly. Mostly I keep playing Fire It Up over and over because I know that I’ve heard that guitar riff before and it’s driving me batty. Seems to me that there is a song that I love that uses that same riff so that the very first time I heard Fire It Up I got transported to my happy place and I want to hear the song it reminds me of, but I can’t figure out what it is….(Also on MM – what happened to the gorgeous lyrics of The Moon and Anartica?)

Also on the music front, now I live in a place surrounded by colleges (Duke, NC State, UNC, and Central University(?) ) which means that all the numbers on the dial actually have a station. My ipod is set to 88.1 in my car and I was getting horrible static. Turns out 88.1 is a very, very decent radio station down here. I may spend some of my car time actually listening to the radio now.

-If I can ever how to figure out how to get pictures off my husband’s phone I’ll show y’all a picture of the concrete slab that is to be my house in 3 to 4 months from now.- Ok, figured it out, picture of my "house" below.

Oh - here's Fire It Up so that just maybe one of y'all will instantly know what damn song that guitar is biting.

corrupting the youth...

chucky — Wed, 11 Apr 2007 03:51:16 GMT

Yes, yes – I should be packing. But, I took a break from work today to look in on mog real quick like and I saw that HREH (her royal Evil highness) had mogmailed me with my victim’s info and I am nothing if not a competitive bitch. So, instead of packing I have been compiling my cd o’ death.

What I’m really loving about this round of mog wars is that the theme excuses you from paying any attention to your victim’s comfort zone – at least the theme I got did. At first, it had me worked all into knots – what the hell does it mean? how am I supposed to interpret that and get it out? But, eventually I settled on a solution and got it done – and I have to say - in record time. And, it is easily my favorite mix that I’ve made for another mogger to date. I even thought about making it a double cd, but I resisted that urge.

I don’t want to give away my victim but I just have to share this. First of all, my victim is a bit younger than I am and once I finally got around to looking at the victim’s collection I couldn’t decide whether I should be mildly ashamed or proud that I recognized and owned so much of the same music. Secondly, due to the theme, there ended up only being one overlapping song that needed to be removed – and it was from a cartoon. Haha – that sort of tilted me towards the mildly ashamed side until I remembered that I don’t have any shame.

Peace and death fellow moggers, with an emphasis on death….giggle.

love means you never have to say sorry right?

chucky — Tue, 10 Apr 2007 02:42:46 GMT

Then, since I love mog and moggers I hope y'all aren't disowning me right now. I am hopelessly behind on reading my trusteds and I am not going to be catching up I'm afraid. I've given it up as a lost cause.

I am moving finally (holla!)next Saturday which means I'm going to have even less mog time this week and next, pout. :( But, I wanted y'all to know I haven't foresaken you. :)

Demented and sad, but social, right?

chucky — Mon, 02 Apr 2007 03:23:01 GMT

Have I ever told y’all that The Breakfast Club is my favorite movie? Well, sorry ole Paolo Nutini isn’t the only thing I picked up today - I finally, belatedly, bought The Breakfast Club soundtrack.

Chucky is having an unadvised glass of wine and reliving movie moments. This will seem silly to some, but since I’ve watched this movie about a thousand times I can see, in my mind, the scenes for each song that plays. Of course, I keep playing Wang Chung and Karla DeVito because those are my favorite music related scenes in the movie.

For those that need reminding (and shame on you, if you do. Unless of course you are too young to have experienced the joy that is The Breakfast Club):

Karla DeVito - We Are Not Alone

Wang Chung - Fire In The Twilight

Random factoids: I was always Allison, but manage to channel Claire on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I still dance like Claire when I’m giddy. I am fascinated/turned on by men with big nostrils thanks to John Bender. The video selections on youtube when you search for “breakfast club” are a fucking travesty and anyone who replaces the original music in this movie to do a Sum 41 montage deserves to get testicular cancer.

I've been had....damnit!

chucky — Mon, 02 Apr 2007 01:28:25 GMT

As a music lover I always avoid the radio and I generally avoid the videos on mtv and vh1, that is when they play videos. To my shame, not only did I catch a portion of vh1’s top 20 countdown yesterday but they suckered me in as if I were a noob.

They played this catchy video, and I don’t even think it was on the countdown, I believe it was one of those “breaking artist” dealios they intersperse between the videos they are counting down. The song was “New Shoes” by Paolo Nutini. The song is a bluesy –rock slash indie type of song. It was pretty cool, so I decided to pick up the cd today. Damn, damn, what a rookie mistake!

Now, I won’t go as far as to say the cd is bad. It probably isn’t. Somebody, possibly even another mogger, would enjoy this cd. But…here’s the thing. Single = upbeat blues rock. Rest of album = 70s style ballads. Pissed me off. Why, why(!) would you market a single that is the exact opposite of all the other songs on the cd? First of all, you piss off people like me, who expect that the rest of the cd will be similar. Second of all, you miss out on your actual market, who are not going to buy the cd based off the single.

I’m pissed I tell ya. It really burns my ass. I’m mad that I’m out 15 bucks. I’m mad that I fell for it, when I would normally know better. I’m mad that these record companies consistently make such jack-ass decisions. But, I’m ok now. I flipped to the back of the cd insert and looked for the company…it’s Warner Music. Now, those that know me, know that I am uncomfortable in that gray area of downloading music I didn’t pay for. But, right now, I am very, very comfortable in my decision to download 9 songs, for free, that were put out by Warner to make up for 9 songs on the cd that aren’t what was advertised.

You want me to buy your music? Stop jacking me around asshole.

By the way, here’s the damn video that suckered me out of 15 bucks. Grumble.

your job's your credit....

chucky — Sun, 01 Apr 2007 04:26:23 GMT

I am completely ripping off Brian here, but I just had to post this.

He did a post today of a silly commercial, which immediately made me think of the commercial below. This is just too good not to share with everyone. I know every word of this stupid commerical, but I've already forgotten what song it was that they bastardized.

DC Metro moggers holla!

I don't believe it

chucky — Thu, 29 Mar 2007 11:04:39 GMT

So I'm sneaking in some mog time to check out the new features and get acclimated.

First stop AZ artist lounge of course. I'm loving it. The artist lounges are guaranteed to become one of the favorite tools of all the EMCDs. But guess what I just found out - there is a mogger that listens to AZ more than I do. I just don't believe it.

Hey Mog! There is not a "punk" genre. I'm sure that's just an oversight and you will be fixing it shortly. :)

Also, could you maybe do something about this ugly font. It hurts my eyeballs.

let it be known.....

chucky — Wed, 28 Mar 2007 21:04:52 GMT

That is all.

....except this: look what Erin made me.....haha....so f'ing cool:)

meeting of the mogs

chucky — Sun, 25 Mar 2007 21:26:11 GMT

As several multimoggers know, I’ve been on several jaunts across the country this year for work. I’ve been to Harrisburg, PA, Atlanta, New Orleans, Costa Mesa, and Denver since January. Finally, finally, at my very last trip for this audit I got a chance to meet another mogger in Denver – Good Music Only

I’ve got to tell y’all that it was most awesome. :) She confirmed for me that moggers are the coolest people on the Earth. Y’all need to understand that my one word comments and my various grunts (haha, heh, huh, grumble grumble, cool, nifty, etc.) are exactly the same way I communicate in person. She graciously worked with my verbal limitations…haha.

We went to an Irish pub that was close to my hotel. What neither of us knew, is that it was a hang out for the over 60 crowd. Here are the cool things about an over 60 hang out: the food was good and the bathroom smelled like someone’s grandma. The bad thing about an over 60 hang out: I could not drunkenly sing along to the live music because I didn’t know it. The weird thing about an over 60 hang out: there was a box of free clothes in the bathroom.

We (at least I) had a great time and once I had a few beers I could actually hold up my end of the conversation. We totally talked about y’all by the way. ;) The funniest part (no the second funniest) part of the evening was the realization/discussion about how we had created voices (her words) and personas (my thought and almost words) for other moggers. She wasn’t at all like I thought she was going to be. I already knew she was cool, but she was cooler in person. Much, much different and a different kind of cool than I imagined her. And, my accent threw her off. I know I’ve mentioned my accent here before, but I don’t think she saw it. And, my accent gets heavier when I’m nervous so I know I was especially twangy, at least at first.

I wonder now, how each of you are different from who I see you as. Because I absolutely can’t picture any of you different than how I already see you. I wouldn’t even know where to begin. Blair is a jolly giant who only indulges in his ennui online and is the life of the party in public. Anna has roses thrown at her feet where ever she goes because she’s the shit. Dale is people’s go to guy and is always unfailingly sweet and considerate. Chris blows people’s minds regularly with his ability with words. August is the guy that gently teases all of his friends, but would be the one they went to when they needed support. Heath is the sweet guy that puts on a gloomy exterior. Britt’s the vivacious chick with a smart mouth that her friends envy. Kevin’s next in line for one of those inspirational teacher movies. Cam’s a good ole boy at heart. Pimp is on, 24/7 - the type of guy that'd give you a fun story to tell the next day. The kind of guy that you can't call Keith, because he was born for a nickname like "Pimp." That’s how just a few of you are in my mind.

(The funniest part, by the way, was when we asked a woman to take a picture of us together and right before she - the strange woman - clicked the button she said “smile and say penis” and I have the type of juvenile sense of humor that I started giggling uncontrollably. The evidence of that grotesque giggle is caught on film but I’m trusting that GMO will not be posting it.)

So, thank you Erin, for showing me a great evening in Denver.

trifecta in play

chucky — Fri, 23 Mar 2007 02:53:14 GMT

I noticed both Dale and Michelle did Beastie Boys tonight so I decided to go with the flow and post my favorite Beastie Boys song.

But, as I was typing Beastie Boys, the Yeasty Girls sprang into my mind. So, here's a twofer. Oh...and Dale....you do not want to listen the mp3.

the psychology of shoes?

chucky — Thu, 22 Mar 2007 03:26:12 GMT

I was going to do this post at the other M, because it popped into my head and it wasn’t music related. But, then – the music that went with the idea popped into my head. Then I couldn’t find the damn music. At least, not the right version.

Well, I’m going to do the damn post anyway. And, if anyone can find the version of the song that I was looking for but couldn’t find – you have one mixed cd from me as a reward and thank you.

This is a little insight into the mind of chucky (and since I just said that in third person, you know it’s deep. Haha.) See I own a pair of orange shoes that I wear everyday I’m not working and some days at work if I think I can get away with it. They are my favorite shoes. I found them one day shopping at one of those deep discount stores, Marshall’s or Ross’s or something. I saw them from across the aisle and made a beeline to them. When I got up close I saw that they were Coach shoes. Probably at the deep discount store because people who buy Coach do not buy orange shoes that look like Chucks and vice versa. Which is exactly why I bought them.

I know some people would like my shoes until they found out they were Coach and some people would hate my shoes until they found out they were Coach. I have, on my feet, the opportunity to turn off a large portion of the general population within moments. That tickles me. But, there are people that would laugh at my stupid joke on everybody and want to know where they can get some orange Coach shoes. Those people are going to be the ones that I want to be friends with. And there are going to be people who are going to kind of roll their eyes at me and possibly ask me if I’ve had my medication today. Those will be the people I look up to, because they obviously have more important things to think about….haha.

Now, for the musical tie-in…kind of. I think this ever so slightly perverse mind set came from watching too much Sesame Street as a kid. There was one particular skit and song that has stuck in my mind all these long years. Which one of these kids is doing their own thing? Which one of these kids is not the same? That was one of three different versions of this song. But, this is the only one I could find:

guide to driving music

chucky — Thu, 15 Mar 2007 03:03:54 GMT

There are songs that are perfect for flying down the highway with the top down. There are songs that are perfect for city driving and there are songs that are perfect when the highway is a parking lot. But is there a song that’s perfect for when you’re barreling down the highway at 80 miles an hour and you crest a hill and see a sea of tail lights? A song for the moment when you slam on the brakes, stop a hair breadth from the car in front you – look in the rear view and see the guy behind you with white knuckles and a gray face weighing his options as he bears down on you? A song for quickly jumping into the next lane for that 30 second advantage and then back again? Why yes there is…I’m glad you asked…Saba by Mephiskapheles. I’ve never been so happy almost dying a painful, grizzly, and potentially embarrassing (are my drawers still clean after that fright?) death.

Down the road a minute…now traffic on I-95 is stuck at 20 miles an hour in all three lanes. No point in switching lanes, there’s not even a 30 second advantage to be had. But, it’s an unseasonable (20 degrees unseasonable to be precise) 80 something degrees and the windows are down – and it’s only about 20 more miles until you’re off the highway. Now it’s time for Mondo Bongo by Joe Strummer & the Mesceralos.

Mysteriously, the traffic opens back up….going a decent 70 miles an hour, Eyes Open by the Gossip. The key here is that at 70 miles an hour you can sing along at the top of your lungs and no one is going to hear you….at least not long enough to register you can’t carry a tune.

A bit slower now, just enough that the wind is teasing your hair. The wind makes you feel sexy even though it makes you look like a hot mess: Let’s Stay Together by Al Green. However, Al’s not so good when you pull off the highway and into the neighborhood. The neighborhood so big it’s got it’s own police station and a mandatory $200 fine for going over 25 miles an hour. Can’t play the sexy songtress going 25 in a residential area.

Ok, so you’re going through the neighborhood and Al ain’t gonna do it. Who will? Muddy Waters will: Don’t Go No Farther. If you turn the music loud and keep your voice low, they won’t be able to hear you sing. But, you get to share a gift with all the neighbors lucky and/or smart enough to be outside today.

And, that, is my guide to driving music. Yep.

kill you, f you...I will never be you

chucky — Wed, 14 Mar 2007 04:09:59 GMT

I was doing Heath’s little game, and one of the questions asked for my favorite lyric from one of the songs of the list…and it was so hard to choose once I saw what song it was.

See, in my time on mog, I’ve seen people embrace all types of emotions – but anger isn’t usually one of them. I, on the other hand, find my greatest release in music when it’s angry. Almost every single day when I leave work, I get in my car, kick off my shoes, light a cigarette, and pick a vicious song as a big F you to my job. I peal out of the parking lot with my rage pouring through the speakers.

The song that came up in that game was one of my regular go-tos. The beat is cathartic and I can’t pick a favorite lyric – so here’s the whole song for you. Embrace your inner beast. Grr….;)

Im in conniptions for the final act you came here for The one derivative you manage is the one I abhor I need a minute to elaborate for everyone the Everyday bullshit things that you have done

Your impossible ego fuck is like a Megalomaniacal tab on my tongue You fuckin touch me I will rip you apart Ill reach in and take a bite out of that Shit you call a heart...

I dont mind being ogled, ridiculed Made to feel miniscule If you consider the source, its kinda pitiful The only thing you really know about me is... ...thats all youll ever know

I know why you blame me (yourself) I know why you plague me (yourself)

Im turning it around like a knife in the shell I wanna understand why, but Im hurting myself I havent seen a lotta reasons to stop it I cant just drop it Im just a bastard, but at least I admit it At least I admit it

I know why you blame me (yourself) I know why you plague me (yourself)

Kill you - fuck you - I will never be you Kill you - fuck you - I will never be you I cant fuckin take it anymore A snap of the synapse And now its fuckin war Kill you - fuck you - I will never be you

(Couldn't put in the mp3, so here's a live performance instead)

way too long to actually read

chucky — Wed, 14 Mar 2007 03:42:47 GMT

From heath

1. G. Love The Hustle 2. Old 97's Dressing Room Walls 3. Nouvelle Vague Dance With Me 4. the Liars Club Gimme (Live) 5. Cansei De Ser Sexy Meeting Paris Hilton 6. Get Set Go Suicide 7. Concrete Blonde Sky Is A Poisonous Garden 8. Man Man Sarsaparilla 9. Slipknot My Plague 10. Jamiroquai Butterfly 11. the Liars Club Know It All 12. 50 Foot Wave Hot Pink, Distorted 13. Korpiklaani Väkirauta 14. Whole Wheat Bread Scar Your Lungs 15. Terence Trent D'Arby Wishing Well 16. Giant Drag Smashing 17. Andre 3000 Roses 18. Missy Elliott Bring The Pain 19. Enigma Return to Innocence 20. The Cure Boys Don't Cry 21. Missing Persons Words 22. The Distillers Oh Serena 23. Adorable I'll Be Your Saint 24. Flanders & Swann Horoscope 25. Old 97's House That Used To Be 26. Suburban Kids With Biblical Names Loop Duplicate My Heart 27. I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness The Ghost 28. Violent Femmes Confessions 29. Tiger Army True Romance 30. Cramps Like a Bad Girl Should 31. Mew Eight Flew Over, One Was Destroyed 32. Busdriver Ethereal Driftwood 33. Old 97's Curtain Calls 34. Amos Lee Soul Suckers 35. Guttermouth Trinket Trading, Tick Toting, Toothless Tired, Tramps / 7T's 36. 4 Non Blondes What's Up 37. Laura Branigan Gloria 38. Gang Gang Dance God's Money VII 39. Four Tet Everything Is Alright 40. Lady Sovereign The Battle

1. Which song do you prefer, 1 or 40? G. Love without a doubt.

2. Have you ever listened to 12 continuously on repeat? Nope.

3.What album is 26 from? I have no idea. I don’t think I’ve ever listened to this song.

4. What do you think about the artist who did 15? Not much. Heh.

5. Is 19 one of your favorite songs? Hmm. You know, I’d have to say yes.

6. Who does 38 remind you of? Not who, but what. This is strictly bath music.

7. Does 20 have better lyrics or music? lyrics.

8. Do any of your friends like 3? None of my 3D friends. Probably some 2D ones.

9. Is 33 from a movie soundtrack? Not that I know of.

10. Is 18 overplayed on the radio? At some point in time, probably.

11. What does 21 remind you of? Again, I don’t think I’ve ever actually heard this.

12. Which song do you prefer, 5 or 22? 22. Although I think Serena and Paris probably have some shit in common.

13. What album is 17 from? The Love Below.

14. When did you first hear 38? I found it randomly on emusic.

15. When did you first hear 7? Some time right after high school.

16. What genre is 8? Haha….I don’t know.

17. Do any of your friends like 14? See #8.

18. What color does 4 remind you of? Black.

19. Have you ever blasted 11 on your stereo? Indeed I have.

20. What genre is 37? Pop.

21. Can you play 13 on any instrument? Even if I could play an instrument it would be unlikely.

22. What is your favorite lyric from 30? ”You taste good…like a bad girl should.”

23. What is your favorite lyric from 23? ? I don’t know that song either.

24. Would you recommend 24 to your friends? Sure.

25. Is 2 a good song to dance to? Depends on how you dance I guess.

26. Do you ever hear 16 on the radio? No.

27. Is 32 more of a nighttime or daytime song? Daytime. Busdriver is all daytime.

28. Does 36 have any special meaning to you? No, not really.

29. Do any of your friends like 31? Ahem….

30. Is 25 a fast or slow song? Slowish.

31. Is 35 a happy or sad song? Neither.

32. What is one of your favorite lyrics from 9? Your impossible ego fuck is like a megalomanial jam on my tongue/You fucking touch me, I will tear you apart/I’ll reach in a take a bite out of that shit you call a heart….”

33. Is 34 better to listen to alone or with friends? Alone.

34. When did you first hear 27? Not too long ago. Blame that one on Anna.

35. Name 3 other songs by the artist who did 29. Rose of the Devil’s Garden, Incorporeal, Sea of Fire.

36. Do you know all the words to 6? Only when the song is playing.

37.Does 28 have better lyrics or music? lyrics.

38. What album is 10 from? Synkronized.

all in the family

chucky — Wed, 07 Mar 2007 22:41:58 GMT

Right when I hopped onto mog tonight my sister called. Our conversation started with the whatever, whatever, segued into her boyfriend’s new ipod and his embarrassing love for Bon Jovi and top 40 music, and then moved onto her upcoming trip to Miami for, I think she called it, the Winter Music Conference. Apparently, a lot of DJs get together in Miami to discuss techno music (or something) and they play while they are there and it’s a nonstop techno party. I get off the phone with her ….

And just a little while later, my little brother comes to talk to me and he sees a Tchaikovsky cd sitting on my cd player and he asks me to burn it for him. This leads to a conversation about the most recognizable classical compositions. I’m favoring the 5th symphony by Beethoven or one of the Spring pieces by Vivaldi. He says the 1812 overture. The conversation then goes to Christmas Canon by Transiberian Orchestra which, I know, is Canon in D Minor but I can’t remember the composer, I think it’s Pachabel. Then I play a DJ remixed drum heavy remix of Carol of the Bells for him – and we both laugh our asses off picturing a Christmas party where breakdancers dressed as Santa Claus are surrounded by carolers and use the santa hat to slide across the floor.

Good times, good times. I love that, musically, the three of us barely overlap, but our father gave us all such a love of music that we’re all following it in our own way.

Oh – and I have to share this, I told my brother about drogging and he told me to not get an MUI…..hahahahahaa……

because he radiates

chucky — Mon, 05 Mar 2007 23:28:17 GMT

A long time ago, like a bazillion mog years ago, Dale did a post where he listed the songs for individual moggers. I’ve mentioned this before, because … ahem … back then I had to beg for a spot on his list. Now, Dale is my most favoritest mogger. (And, that, for the record, is most definitely not drogging. Dale does for my hard heart what AZ does for my soul.)

Tonight, I put my ipod on shuffle on the way home to alleviate my musical stuckidness (my inventing of words is drogging. Heh. Al Sharpton doesn’t have shit on me.) This song came on, and for the first time, I understood what type of person she was talking about in the song.

So…this is my song assignment for Dale:

channeling Blair....

chucky — Mon, 05 Mar 2007 22:53:58 GMT

ok...just the last one. Although I've been stuck in a musical rut, or maybe because I've been stuck in a musical rut - my list (of stuff to check out) has grown to critical mass. Everything sounded so good that I started adding to the top of the list, instead of the bottom - so they are all out of chronological order.

Here's the list I've made off mog posts - which ones will I like is what I'm asking you now. Oh - and no fair re-recommending the things your name is already beside. I want second and third opinions here people.

The Ettes (petenema) Deerhoof (origami) Little Axe (cody b) Downtown harvest (tboom) Maritime (brian1) Melvins (amy) Mando diao (anna/blair) The shins (theseindifferentclocks) Youngbloodz (troypower) Elefant (cam) Lighnin hopkins (crash) Battle (neill) Okgo (august) John Frusciante (inside the emptiness) lilithk Seeing scarlet (Helen) Cold war kids (sweetbro/sam/puff) Peter, Bjorn and John. (Kevin) Jamie T. (josephlogan) Jason Webley (fistula spume) Say Anthing (theseindifferentclocks) Kooks (jaru) Midlake (petenema) Sons & daughters (tboom) The bravery (august) Kristin Hersch (emergency trap) Tokyo police club (robs)

what you waiting for?

chucky — Mon, 05 Mar 2007 22:35:33 GMT

I’ve also been neglecting my duty to tell y’all about the new Authority Zero album that came out a few months ago – 12:34.

12:34 is a little different than their other two albums. I’d say it has a little less of a punk feel and just a tad more rock to it. They still have a few ska influenced songs (influenced to me: the rhythm but no horns), but they aren’t the highlights of the album. The songs that stand out for me are the ones that speed it up…..you know what, screw this –

here is a good review of this album

The only thing this guy didn’t hit on in his review, is AZ’s unrelenting positivity. (Is that a word? Spell check tells me it isn’t -but, if it isn’t – it should be. Hmphrf.) One thing AZ has done for me since the first time I heard them is kick me in my ass. It’s impossible to listen to them and not feel buoyed. They are the sonic version of the friend that tells you to stop feeling sorry for yourself and get up and do something about the shit that’s bothering you – and if you’re just going to bitch and stagnate, we’ll stop the world and let your sorry ass off.

And that my friends, is the biggest draw of AZ. The fast paced, high energy music is just a byproduct of the message. The best thing about AZ is that their music is a triple shot of espresso for the soul.

(Now, for the blatant drogging portion of this post)…when I was in high school, I belonged to a local youth group. I remember once we did an exercise (I forget the purpose) where we did a diagram indicating how we saw ourselves. We were supposed to do it by group, for example: I’m chucky. I see myself as first a female, second as a teenager (I was in HS, remember), third as a white person, etc. We were supposed to categorize ourselves. I remember this because it was nearly impossible for me. My diagram, if I had been left to my own devices, would have said: I’m chucky. Period. What? I don’t want to be in your group – bite me.

I never needed a group to belong to so that I could feel complete. I have always resented being categorized. I don’t want a support group and I don’t need a handicap. I want to conquer the fucking world. AZ is the only band that’s answered that call in my soul consistently. This is not music to feel sorry for yourself too. This is battle music – as long as you realize the fight is only against your own shortcomings. No other enemy is as vicious.

So, what you waiting for?

insert super creative title here

chucky — Mon, 05 Mar 2007 21:48:52 GMT

I haven’t dropped of the face of the earth but I haven’t spent enough time here lately to make me happy. Some of y’all know I’m an auditor and most organizations operate on a calendar year so I’ve been ridiculously busy. I miss the shit out of you guys.

I’m even in a rut musically. I like to mix things up, but for the past few weeks I’ve been on a steady diet of Ima Robot, Gym Class Heros, and Authority Zero. I did as much of a review as I’m going to do for Gym Class Heros, because while it is fun – I’m already getting tired of it. That pretty face goes only so far. Heh.

I think Ima Robot is working for me right now because I’m slightly brain dead. My body and brain are conserving energy – if it’s not GAAP (generally accepted accounting principles) – it’s not processed. For example, normally I wallow around in brickbat’s posts like a pig in mud. Right now, she’s speaking Latin for me but Ima Robot’s simple lyrics seem like high poetry. That’s where I’m at mentally.

Lyrics that I’m talking about:

It’s a cool, cool, cool, cool universe/and all the wonderful things just make it worse/I got an oh oh oh oh oh it hurts/You’re such a cold, cold, cold, cold universe.

This is the beat, the beat we fight to/This is the beat we live and die to/Here’s to the kids, they’re getting off/We work all week to sweat it off/This is the beat to beat the pressure/Throwing away the world with pleasure.

even this one…..(hear it to the beginning of Prince’s I Would Die For You….I’m not your lover, I’m not your man….)

Call me your lover/Call me your man/all this possessiveness I can’t just understand/I gotta name/My name is Alex/You want to chill with me, you won’t be in no palace.

As for the music: don’t ask me. I know they are a throwback – to what and to who – I can’t say. I’m not good at spotting the influences. It’s got guitars and you can bounce around the room to it: tada! Maybe it would be easier to say who I think would enjoy this, in order: Britt, Anna, and Dale.

Here’s a song, take a listen and see if you like it. (I’m brain dead remember? You weren’t expecting a fantabulous post were you?)

out on a limb - hip hop night

chucky — Thu, 01 Mar 2007 23:02:49 GMT

ok - I already posted one of these on Rawkiddo's post earlier. And, now I'm gonna post another. This really isn't hip-hop and I do not give a shit. He raps, that's close enough (if Dale can post Massive Attack, I can so post this. :P)

I've been meaning to do a review of this album, but then Puff awoke from the dead of parenthood and started posting all of these great reviews that put anything I would have wrote to shame.

So, here all quick and dirty:

-This album is fun. Tons of fun. -There is a song that reworks that Cherry Wine song, so points for that. -If I were 10 years younger and single I'd make out with the singer. OK - if I were just single, I'd go all cougar on his ass. Yep.

this one is for Neill

chucky — Mon, 26 Feb 2007 21:23:47 GMT

I have no idea where I came across this song and I don't own anything else by this guy - but I love it. It's weird and creepy and more than a little deranged.

Neill's post immediately brought this song to mind and I am more than a little relieved to know I'm not the only one who enjoys things are a more than a little dark.