You've probably seen these floating around Facebook and wherever... I filled mine out a few weeks back, but figured that by posting it here, it would give more stuff with which you might strike up a conversation. So here goes nuthin'...
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OK, here are the rules. Test your memory and your love of live music by listing 50 artists or bands (or as many as you can remember) you’ve seen in concert. List the first 50 acts that come into your head.
1. Tom Waits
2. Unknown Hinson
3. TV on the Radio
4. The Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players
6. Jane's Addiction
7. Red Hot Chili Peppers
8. Prince
9. Morris Day and the Time
10. Sheila E.
11. Ready for the World
12. Hoodoo Gurus
13. Guatalcanal Diary
14. Peter Murphy
15. Love & Rockets
16. Midnight Oil
17. Devo
18. Lords of the New Church
19. Gene Loves Jezebel
20. A Flock of Seagulls
21. The Replacements
22. 10,000 Maniacs
23. Til Tuesday
24. Crowded House
25. Drivin' and Cryin'
26. Love Tractor
27. The Swans
28. Cocteau Twins
29. OMD
30. The Psychedelic Furs
31. Book of Love
32. Drive-by Truckers
33. Echo & the Bunnymen
34. The Connells
35. R.E.M.
36. Mice Parade
37. Ministry
38. Nine Inch Nails
39. INXS
40. Mum
41. Smoke
42. Opal Foxx Quartet
43. Public Image Limited
44. Mark Kozelek
45. Sugarcubes
46. Magnapop
47. Ultrababyfat
48. Killing Joke
49. Mazzy Star
50. Rodd Stewart
I know there are many, many more hiding in the dark recesses of my brain, but it hurt to just pull these names out of there. I've probably seen a couple hundred bands live, but they're all tangled up like a sack full of old jewelry. I do like how my brain book-ended it with the last concert that I saw first and the first concert that I saw last.
It can and did happen! Tell-all blog about dating ... well, tell-most ... tell-some ... regardless, it's TMI.
Thursday, August 06, 2009
Monday, August 03, 2009
Most Played
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| After having this image up for a few weeks, I'm only just now noticing that it's my ex-husband's birthday. So weird. |
Now, mind you, I bought my old iPod 5 years ago and haven't updated it in maybe 3 or 4 years... and I really haven't even been using it since I stopped going to the gym in 2007, when I was constantly listening to youthful faves to keep me going on the treadmills. I really should update this thing one of these days... it's like a time capsule of sorts.
- Always for You - The Album Leaf
- The Blower's Daughter - Damien Rice
- On Your Wings - Iron & Wine
- The Sound of Settling - Death Cab for Cutie
- Oblivious - Aztec Camera
- A Forest - The Cure
- Holiday in Cambodia - Dead Kennedys
- Going Underground - The Jam
- Radio Free Europe - R.E.M.
- Cinder and Smoke - Iron & Wine
- Such Great Heights - Iron & Wine
- Teeth in the Grass - Iron & Wine
- Evil - Interpol
- Wishing the Days Away - Billy Bragg
- The Owls Go - Architecture in Helsinki
- Tangocide - Accordion Tribe
- Always Too Late - Annie
- Levi Stubbs' Tears - Billy Bragg
- You're for Me - Buck Owens
- This Charming Man - The Smiths
- Orgasm Addict - Buzzcocks
- I Will Dare - The Replacements
- Start Wearing Purple - Gogol Bordello
- Helpless for Love - Annie
- Falling Man - Blonde Redhead
Archivist's Note: I'm truly amazed that no Tom Waits shows up on the Top 25, seeing as how I have 90% of his discography on there.
Sunday, August 02, 2009
It's Shuffle Time, Again
Take your iPod or MP3 player, and put it on shuffle (iTunes on your computer works too). When the music starts playing, list the song and artist that plays in order, numbered 1 thru 25. Be honest and No Skipping...
Notes: I had to use iTunes, because my temperamental old iPod was being "difficult" this evening. All in all, not a bad mix for some cutesy, hipster movie soundtrack. :)
- Precious Thing - Big Black
- Get It - Zombie Nation
- Flume - Bon Iver
- Slow Swords - Deer Hunter
- Service Bell - Grizzly Bear & Feist
- Mimizan - Beirut
- Cannibal Resource - Dirty Projectors
- Blind - Hercules & Love Affair
- And She Would Darken the Memory - The Twilight Sad
- Moon and Moon - Bat for Lashes
- Hearts on Fire - Cut Copy
- Totally Freaked Out - Betty Serveert
- When I Grow Up - Fever Ray
- Get Innocuous - LCD Soundsystem
- Rabbit Habits - Man Man
- Tiger Mountain Peasant Song - Fleet Foxes
- Teen Creeps - No Age
- Red Moon - The Walkmen
- Golden Age - TV on the Radio
- Clorox Girls - Redd Kross
- Machine Gun - Portishead
- Live Fast, Die Strong - King Khan & the Shrines
- Black Map - We vs. Death
- My Girls - Animal Collective
- Heart Sweats - Japandroids
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
"I have a history..."
"...of making decisions very quickly about men. I have always fallen in love fast and without measuring risks. I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential. I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and then I have hung on to the relationship for a long time (sometimes far too long) waiting for the man to ascend to his own greatness. Many times in romance I have been a victim of my own optimism."
I did not write this, but I very well could have.
After my break up this time, a friend jokingly asked, "What did you do wrong this time?" My answer was "I chose to date the wrong guy. Again." But what I really should have said... what is very often the case, in fact... is that "I have been a victim of my own optimism."
(Please note the past tense there.)
I did not write this, but I very well could have.
After my break up this time, a friend jokingly asked, "What did you do wrong this time?" My answer was "I chose to date the wrong guy. Again." But what I really should have said... what is very often the case, in fact... is that "I have been a victim of my own optimism."
(Please note the past tense there.)
Monday, July 13, 2009
Digging in the Dirt
Yesterday, I posted this little blog over on Facebook:
And to think, some girls get diamonds!
I don't mean to seem ungrateful, but what the hell am I supposed to do with this? Was he trying to send me some sort of a message? He saw bags of dirt and it made him think of me? Come to think of it, maybe it was meant for me to remember him by... that would make more sense, with all the trail of debris that used to follow in his wake.
*sigh*
Responses were varied, including me adding that although he was kind of sucky at gifts, he was good at tickets... taking me to see Tom Waits, Patton Oswalt, and "This American Life" Live... shows he was listening at least half of the time!
The best comment came to me from an old friend wishing to remain anonymous. Her idea was:
"first, [k]aolin makes a lovely facial mask. make a paste with water and a few drops lavender oil. focus on drawing out the negativity of the relationship. apply mask, then wash him down the drain with it :) take the rest of your white dirt and release him to the winds."
So after a few cat calls for "DO IT! And post photos!" and me laughing that off, I finally figured, "Sure, I haven't photo blogged in a while!" (Or "phlogged," as my friend Candice calls it!) Also, he never responded to any previous messages that I'd sent him, the last of which read simply: "Fyi: I still miss you."
Way more than enough time had passed and having not received a response to even that last message, I figured it was time to just move on, even if the first step was a symbolic one. Not being one to believe in "the best way to get over somebody is to get under somebody else," I grabbed the bag of clay, some lavender oil, and my camera and headed into the bathroom for an experiment in spiritual healing.
Here is my follow up "phlog" result...
So about a week before our break-up, my ex "beau" gave me a little present... a final parting gift, if you will. He had actually picked it up about a month earlier, while on a roadtrip with a buddy for some nonsense or other a couple hours south of here. Apparently, he forgot to give it to me, so he'd been carrying it around in his back pack for a while... got a little scrunched.
What is this delightful surprise?
Dirt.
Well, white dirt... or kaolin clay, to be more precise.
What is this delightful surprise?
Dirt.
Well, white dirt... or kaolin clay, to be more precise.
"Best White Dirt"
So what qualifies as the worst?
So what qualifies as the worst?
"Not Recommended for Consumption"
Don't eat it? But my "white chocolate" mud pies!
Don't eat it? But my "white chocolate" mud pies!
And to think, some girls get diamonds!
I don't mean to seem ungrateful, but what the hell am I supposed to do with this? Was he trying to send me some sort of a message? He saw bags of dirt and it made him think of me? Come to think of it, maybe it was meant for me to remember him by... that would make more sense, with all the trail of debris that used to follow in his wake.
*sigh*
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Responses were varied, including me adding that although he was kind of sucky at gifts, he was good at tickets... taking me to see Tom Waits, Patton Oswalt, and "This American Life" Live... shows he was listening at least half of the time!
The best comment came to me from an old friend wishing to remain anonymous. Her idea was:
"first, [k]aolin makes a lovely facial mask. make a paste with water and a few drops lavender oil. focus on drawing out the negativity of the relationship. apply mask, then wash him down the drain with it :) take the rest of your white dirt and release him to the winds."
So after a few cat calls for "DO IT! And post photos!" and me laughing that off, I finally figured, "Sure, I haven't photo blogged in a while!" (Or "phlogged," as my friend Candice calls it!) Also, he never responded to any previous messages that I'd sent him, the last of which read simply: "Fyi: I still miss you."
Way more than enough time had passed and having not received a response to even that last message, I figured it was time to just move on, even if the first step was a symbolic one. Not being one to believe in "the best way to get over somebody is to get under somebody else," I grabbed the bag of clay, some lavender oil, and my camera and headed into the bathroom for an experiment in spiritual healing.
Here is my follow up "phlog" result...
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Once I was satisfied with how thoroughly smeared my face and neck were, I went off and tried to meditate while this goop dried for about 30 minutes. My thoughts vacillated between focusing on pulling out the toxic impurities from my last relationship, healing and being completely whole, and wondering where I put my dignity.
When I came back to check the mirror, the experiment seemed to be done.
I gotta say, though, after washing the crust away, my pores have never looked better!
After that, I took a rubber mallet to the remaining clay clumps inside the bag and went outside to scatter the dust to the wind.
As I let the dust go, I thought to myself, "I miss you and I release you."
If you can get your hands on some of this clay, I highly recommend the experience. It worked better than I expected it would... even if the whole act was merely symbolic.
As previously read in my "Not Digging in the Dirt" note, it was suggested that I should make a wonderful facial mask out of the strange bag of kaolin clay. So doing my best job crushing with just my fingers and mixing in water and lavender oil, I made this lovely paste, which made strange pops, clicks and whistles while it melted... yeah, like a little dolphin.
Mmm! Kinda like baby vomit!
The lavender scent was soothing.
The coolness was exhilarating.
The gushiness was... disgusting.
A mortar and pestle would've been good for getting rid of the chunks.
Once I was satisfied with how thoroughly smeared my face and neck were, I went off and tried to meditate while this goop dried for about 30 minutes. My thoughts vacillated between focusing on pulling out the toxic impurities from my last relationship, healing and being completely whole, and wondering where I put my dignity.
When I came back to check the mirror, the experiment seemed to be done.
"I like turtles."
Where'd all the flakes go? Where flakes always go... down my shirt.
I gotta say, though, after washing the crust away, my pores have never looked better!
I fear no macro lens!
After that, I took a rubber mallet to the remaining clay clumps inside the bag and went outside to scatter the dust to the wind.
Unfortunately, there was no breeze...
...so the dust didn't "scatter" as much as it just "snowed."
As I let the dust go, I thought to myself, "I miss you and I release you."
"Congratulations to meet you."
If you can get your hands on some of this clay, I highly recommend the experience. It worked better than I expected it would... even if the whole act was merely symbolic.
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Interestingly, just as I was about to hit "Publish" on that photoblog, I received a text message from the ex in question. "I miss you too. Every hour of every day." Maybe some of the dust did take to the wind after all.
That message not withstanding, I wish he could release me in a similarly meaningful way...
That message not withstanding, I wish he could release me in a similarly meaningful way...
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Fifteen-ish Books
Not my rules:
"Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen books you've read that changed your life and/or will always stick with you. First fifteen you can recall in no more than 15 minutes. Go!"
- Moby-Dick - Herman Melville
- The Member of the Wedding - Carson McCullers
- Guess How Much I Love You - Sam McBratney (Author), Anita Jeram (Illustrator)
- The Mixquiahuala Letters - Ana Castillo
- Invisible Man - Ralph Ellison
- Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
- The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
- Silas Marner - George Elliot
- The Bluest Eye - Toni Morrison
- The Red Pony - John Steinbeck
- Where the Red Fern Grows - Wilson Rowls
- Mystifying Movies - Noel Carroll
- Asperger Syndrome and the Elementary School Experience - Susan Thompson Moore
- Animals in Translation - Temple Grandin and Catherine Johnson
- Call of the Wild - Jack London
Extra bonus books: - Pardon Me, You're Stepping on My Eyeball! - Paul Zindell
- All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten - Robert Fulghum
- Wuthering Heights - Emily Brontë
- Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
- Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
Extra extra bonus book:
- Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret - Judy Blume
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