Frankfurt am Main, Germany
Saturday, 15 May 2010
Life with just a pinch of angst.
Soooo Led Zepplin is pretty amazing. Because of that, I was inspired by a song of theres ...
Dancing Days -
Dancing by the fire
Our emotions goin’ higher
Throwin’ wood upon the pyre
High and pointing like a spire
We’ve reached the breaking point
What is wrong and what is right
Lose all meaning in the light
As we sacrifice the night
Our shallow, selfish ways
Will all vanish in the haze
As we dance our dizzying maze
‘cause our wildness still remains
Our twirling, swirling limbs
Spin and wipe away our sins
Yet mouths betray us with their grins
‘cause the devil always wins
There’s no angels here tonight
In our sacrificial right
They have run away in fright
Too scared to look upon the sight
Smoke and sparks are blowing up
As we dance in soot and smut
Pirouetting in the muck
As our bodies writhe and buck
The fire builds with leaps and bounds
Swelling with our snorts and sounds
Eating underbrush in pounds
Till nothing’s left but ashen mounds
Still we sing our pealing cry
Mouths wide and open towards the sky
Our arms are spread like we can fly
But too close to the sun our wings will fry
Alas the sun is rising bright
As we stop our dance in the morning light
Faces turn eastward, ready to fight
This angry pagan full and alight
Friday, 14 May 2010
"BELGIANS IN THE CONGO."
You know what, I love music. And you know what else? That might be an understatement. I fuckin' love music. Music is my life and it started even before my birth. Actually, lets start AT my birth: before my parents left, my dad insisted on playing "Also Sprach Zarathustra" before helping my mom into the car. It was on a record. That shows real patients on my mother's part. Next, in the friggin OPERATING ROOM they had a boom box playing so loud that my mom essentially went into panic mode which then made the Anesthesiologist who was talking to her insist that it be turned off and everyone GET OUT. Damn.
Then, as a screaming baby, my parents would put on monster headphones and crank up the tunes to zone out. Later they learned that if they put the headphones on me, I'd shut up. Because of this, I was later so conditioned by the headphones that music didn't even need to play to get me to shut my yapper. I was like one of Pavlov's dogs. Thanks, Mom and Dad.
To fast forward a bit, I got a brother. Okay, NBD. Now, we stop when I was about 4 years old. We have home video of my brother and me dancing up a STORM to "We Didn't Start the Fire." (unintentional pun on the name of the album, "Storm Front.")
THIS SONG MOVED MOUNTAINS. IT UNIFIED AND IT DIVIDED. IT CARPE DIEM'ED ALL OVER THE PLACE. Needless to say, I loved it, and it loved me. My brother and I rocked it would our killer dance moves. The bottle he was holding and my pigtails only added to the greatness.
To continue, this song is the shit. Sir William Joel (thank you Office) came out with a fabulous album the year I was born making it the best album of all time (Closely followed by Sabrina the Teenage Witch Soundtrack, Nirvana's "Nevermind," and Spice Girls' "Spice World.")
Sorry for the rambling but from bars in Sandestin, FL to the streets of Tokyo, people should know and sing this song for many reasons:
1. It's a world history lesson.
2. It's an american history lesson.
3. It shows how time perpetuates itself.
4. It's sung by Billy Fuckin' Joel.
5. It's fun to sing drunk in a bar.
6. "What else do I have to say?"!!!
Please, if you haven't listened to it recently just bust it out. So what it's from the 80's and a ton more shit has happened since then. It's still amazing and carries that wonderful message everyone should understand:
"WE DIDN'T START THE FIRE / IT'S BEEN ALWAYS BURNIN' SINCE THE WORLD'S BEEN TURNIN'."
PS isn't the "Belgians in the Congo" part like, the best part of the song after "JFK / BLOW AWAY / WHAT ELSE DO I HAVE TO SAY?" If you are not playing air guitar or singing your lungs out while scrunching up your face, you are a buzzkill. Live a little bit :)
For all the other office fans out there :) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JPcuwZlJShE
Monday, 10 May 2010
Your MADGEesty.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lA983t3Rdzs < Video for your enjoyment.
Okay, we need to confront the strange coincidence of everyone in my generation knowing "Like A Prayer" and pretty much calling it the first Madonna song they ever knew. What? Really? Cause I feel the same way. Who cannot remember her at the waxy feet of that statue to suddenly have him come of and Madonna be like "Wha??"
This album, "Like A Prayer" also held such singles as "Express Yourself" and then other's I don't know. This album was also released 1989 (same year that "We didn't start the fire" was released but that's another story). Why do I remember this so well from the 90's? Was it playing on repeat on VH1?? Was it getting serious radio play 5/6 YEARS after it was released? No. Idea.
Also, though doubt how accurate Wkipedia is, apparently PRINCE played guitar on the track "Like A Prayer" but didn't get recognized on the album. I think my brain just exploded all over my face. WHAT? REALLY? The dude that sang "Darling Nikki" was also up in this stuff? Was this the time that he was PRINCE or was he just a symbol? Sooo many unanswered questions for me to look up but halfway through get distracted and switch to facebook. Oh Facebook, how thou are the bane of my existence.
But, again, off topic.
Wikipedia also says that part of this song was used in a Pepsi commercial around the time of it's release. How these two things are related, I haven't an idea.
I think my favorite part about this is how pissed off a lot of people got when they watched that video. Chill Bigots, Chill (thank you Gordon Brown for making me want to use this word more today). This reminds me a lot of this article I read about students and how a class room had both Black and White Santa's come in on different days. According to that article, these kids also had their brains explode all over their faces. In the end, everything worked out and there was no scaring (as far as we know at least).
I like the video. I like the church. I dislike him getting beaten but, who does like that? NO ONE. My point exactly. Other than that, Madonna probably had some deep reason for the video but I don't care. I like it for what it is and the memories I have: dancing around my living room singing at the top of my lungs. I still do this.
Also, after reading more on wikipedia I came across this: "The video features Madonna as a woman who witnesses the murder of a white girl by three white men, and the arrest of a black man who attempted to intervene and save the victim, but was falsely accused of the crime. After his arrest, Madonna flees to the church for safety, and afterward testifies the black man's innocence." Didn't take it that way at all. I just thought he was a black christ. You know what, I'm still going to think that.
PS Thanks Glee for doing a cover. It's pretty good but I still don't understand why you bothered a whole choir to come in and perform it when it was just for rehearsal.
PPS Thanks Wikipedia for making me doubt you yet use you at the same time.
Okay, we need to confront the strange coincidence of everyone in my generation knowing "Like A Prayer" and pretty much calling it the first Madonna song they ever knew. What? Really? Cause I feel the same way. Who cannot remember her at the waxy feet of that statue to suddenly have him come of and Madonna be like "Wha??"
This album, "Like A Prayer" also held such singles as "Express Yourself" and then other's I don't know. This album was also released 1989 (same year that "We didn't start the fire" was released but that's another story). Why do I remember this so well from the 90's? Was it playing on repeat on VH1?? Was it getting serious radio play 5/6 YEARS after it was released? No. Idea.
Also, though doubt how accurate Wkipedia is, apparently PRINCE played guitar on the track "Like A Prayer" but didn't get recognized on the album. I think my brain just exploded all over my face. WHAT? REALLY? The dude that sang "Darling Nikki" was also up in this stuff? Was this the time that he was PRINCE or was he just a symbol? Sooo many unanswered questions for me to look up but halfway through get distracted and switch to facebook. Oh Facebook, how thou are the bane of my existence.
But, again, off topic.
Wikipedia also says that part of this song was used in a Pepsi commercial around the time of it's release. How these two things are related, I haven't an idea.
I think my favorite part about this is how pissed off a lot of people got when they watched that video. Chill Bigots, Chill (thank you Gordon Brown for making me want to use this word more today). This reminds me a lot of this article I read about students and how a class room had both Black and White Santa's come in on different days. According to that article, these kids also had their brains explode all over their faces. In the end, everything worked out and there was no scaring (as far as we know at least).
I like the video. I like the church. I dislike him getting beaten but, who does like that? NO ONE. My point exactly. Other than that, Madonna probably had some deep reason for the video but I don't care. I like it for what it is and the memories I have: dancing around my living room singing at the top of my lungs. I still do this.
Also, after reading more on wikipedia I came across this: "The video features Madonna as a woman who witnesses the murder of a white girl by three white men, and the arrest of a black man who attempted to intervene and save the victim, but was falsely accused of the crime. After his arrest, Madonna flees to the church for safety, and afterward testifies the black man's innocence." Didn't take it that way at all. I just thought he was a black christ. You know what, I'm still going to think that.
PS Thanks Glee for doing a cover. It's pretty good but I still don't understand why you bothered a whole choir to come in and perform it when it was just for rehearsal.
PPS Thanks Wikipedia for making me doubt you yet use you at the same time.
Sunday, 2 May 2010
Dangerous is what Dangerous Does
Yeah, so far, living in the UK has been great but now, all I'm really thinking about doing is leaving it.
That sounds bad but right now, I'm becoming poor and I miss my family and friends. You know what this means? I'm becoming a winey baby at the moment and need to quit my bitchin'! After logging into my Virgin Atlantic account yesterday, I was shocked to be greeted with: 25 days, 2 hours, 22 minutes until your next flight with us!
WOW, THEY'RE EXCITED TOO???!? Well, as I'm checking now, it says: 24 days, 4 hours, 6 minutes. WHOOO HOOO! To be honest, this is deceiving. That's the day I get to the wonderful state of New Jersey, not my home sweet home of Ohio (ppffhhh right.). Home sweet Home isn't for: 26 days 1 hour, 15 minutes by my calculations. Since they're mine and we're talking about airlines, give it a margin of error of a couple hours in either direction. I'm not being a downer, I'm being realist. Doesn't everyone remember the EJF:EUGH:JGJLJlfuah;oiaewjfgeaw;ofij;aweijf Volcano going off and f-ing everyone in the a that tried to fly in Europe? I sure do. My dad does too: He had to take a 16 hour taxi ride from Sweden to France. OH YEAH, THAT'S FUN. To add insult to injury, I doubt all those post cards I sent 3 and a half weeks ago have made it to their destinations. £10.22 sort of well spent? Jury's out. 3 have arrived as far as I know. 12 are still MIA.
Btw, wasn't my spelling of that volcano spot on? Eyjafjallajokull ... mine was close! I'm pretty sure they did the same thing I did when naming that volcano: button mash the hell out of their keyboard. I don't blame them. I plan to do that very same thing with my first child. Ben Jonathan? HELL NO. KY:OJ:Je;lja;elijf; Yhhahahkk. And you know what? I think they're going to thank me. I mean, sure, they wont find any key chains with their names on them but who really wants that now? What kid really needs a keychain anyway? Other than a house key, what are these kids getting into? Cars? Neighbor's shed? Going to the Batcave? I don't think so.
Finally, I just want to say, London, it's been fun. You're stuck with me a bit longer. Thanks for trying all you can to make me go crazy by stopping all 3 possible tube lines I could take to get anywhere and leaving me with replacement bus service. Good to know I'm going to get nowhere fast and possibly lost like the first time I tried your "system." You might have won this day, and you might also have won tomorrow since it's a Bank Holiday but I will win the war. Plus, Bakerloo is open tomorrow which means I can get the hell out of this place. Thanks a bunch! CHEERS.
^Yep, that's kind of what I expected it to look like.
That sounds bad but right now, I'm becoming poor and I miss my family and friends. You know what this means? I'm becoming a winey baby at the moment and need to quit my bitchin'! After logging into my Virgin Atlantic account yesterday, I was shocked to be greeted with: 25 days, 2 hours, 22 minutes until your next flight with us!
WOW, THEY'RE EXCITED TOO???!? Well, as I'm checking now, it says: 24 days, 4 hours, 6 minutes. WHOOO HOOO! To be honest, this is deceiving. That's the day I get to the wonderful state of New Jersey, not my home sweet home of Ohio (ppffhhh right.). Home sweet Home isn't for: 26 days 1 hour, 15 minutes by my calculations. Since they're mine and we're talking about airlines, give it a margin of error of a couple hours in either direction. I'm not being a downer, I'm being realist. Doesn't everyone remember the EJF:EUGH:JGJLJlfuah;oiaewjfgeaw;ofij;aweijf Volcano going off and f-ing everyone in the a that tried to fly in Europe? I sure do. My dad does too: He had to take a 16 hour taxi ride from Sweden to France. OH YEAH, THAT'S FUN. To add insult to injury, I doubt all those post cards I sent 3 and a half weeks ago have made it to their destinations. £10.22 sort of well spent? Jury's out. 3 have arrived as far as I know. 12 are still MIA.
Btw, wasn't my spelling of that volcano spot on? Eyjafjallajokull ... mine was close! I'm pretty sure they did the same thing I did when naming that volcano: button mash the hell out of their keyboard. I don't blame them. I plan to do that very same thing with my first child. Ben Jonathan? HELL NO. KY:OJ:Je;lja;elijf; Yhhahahkk. And you know what? I think they're going to thank me. I mean, sure, they wont find any key chains with their names on them but who really wants that now? What kid really needs a keychain anyway? Other than a house key, what are these kids getting into? Cars? Neighbor's shed? Going to the Batcave? I don't think so.
Finally, I just want to say, London, it's been fun. You're stuck with me a bit longer. Thanks for trying all you can to make me go crazy by stopping all 3 possible tube lines I could take to get anywhere and leaving me with replacement bus service. Good to know I'm going to get nowhere fast and possibly lost like the first time I tried your "system." You might have won this day, and you might also have won tomorrow since it's a Bank Holiday but I will win the war. Plus, Bakerloo is open tomorrow which means I can get the hell out of this place. Thanks a bunch! CHEERS.
^Yep, that's kind of what I expected it to look like.
Saturday, 1 May 2010
that's typical
of course the link wouldn't post ....
here it is again: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZ88oTITMoM
here it is again: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZ88oTITMoM
OMG YOU COULD FIT A WHOLE OTHER NIGHT STAND IN HERE!!
Sure, if I don't like standing.
Someone told me last night that I should have grown up in the 60's/70's.
It's just my generation has yet to leave their mark.
But damn, sometimes I wish I was there.
Appreciate your elders and love this song ... it's inspirational for all the wrong reasons.
She don’t see that Momma’s cryin’
Cause she knows her baby’s dyin’
Cannot make her seem to care
Whorin’ herself out on the square
Hey, girl, take a walk on the wild side
Danny’s lovin’ his sweetie Jane
Even through affairs it was the same
Danny loves while Janie spreads
Till Danny put a gun to his head
Hey, Dan, take a walk on the wild side
He’s runnin fast though he can’t see
There’s cars a comin’ on down the street
His drink in hand, his swagger sure
Those headlights sure make his seeing swirl
Hey, boy, take a walk on the wild side
Smiling hard is what people see
From GracieAnn in Tennessee
Those southern girls can make it last
But behind closed doors, she has no class
Hey, bells, take a walk on the wild side
Thinkin’ long about her life
She ain’t listen to all their strife
In the woods alone she walks
Till Mr. Wolf beings his stalks
Hey, there, take a walk on the wild side
Someone told me last night that I should have grown up in the 60's/70's.
It's just my generation has yet to leave their mark.
But damn, sometimes I wish I was there.
Appreciate your elders and love this song ... it's inspirational for all the wrong reasons.
She don’t see that Momma’s cryin’
Cause she knows her baby’s dyin’
Cannot make her seem to care
Whorin’ herself out on the square
Hey, girl, take a walk on the wild side
Danny’s lovin’ his sweetie Jane
Even through affairs it was the same
Danny loves while Janie spreads
Till Danny put a gun to his head
Hey, Dan, take a walk on the wild side
He’s runnin fast though he can’t see
There’s cars a comin’ on down the street
His drink in hand, his swagger sure
Those headlights sure make his seeing swirl
Hey, boy, take a walk on the wild side
Smiling hard is what people see
From GracieAnn in Tennessee
Those southern girls can make it last
But behind closed doors, she has no class
Hey, bells, take a walk on the wild side
Thinkin’ long about her life
She ain’t listen to all their strife
In the woods alone she walks
Till Mr. Wolf beings his stalks
Hey, there, take a walk on the wild side
What the hell is that title?
Back in those happy days of yesteryears, my family and the family next door built go-karts. and by go-karts, i mean plywood with wheels and a rope to steer.
so one day, we're messing around and the other guy next door (tim) had a friend who lived up the street (alex). tim really wanted to get alex with his new super soaker cause we were tired of being targets. what does he do then? he gets matt, his younger bro and my younger bro matt to drag him up the street in their go-kart. low and behold, alex is outside. the plan is so far, flawless.
what happens next is priceless: alex watches as the matts drag tim past his drive way, do a u-turn, then tim yells "sucker!" and blasts him in the face with the squirt gun. now, at this point, the matts are tired. they just dragged tim's fat ass up 2 hills to get here. tim, not caring about the hills yells "RUN DUMBASSES" and the matts are only sorta slowly pull/pushing the cart back down the street.
"OMG THIS IS THE SLOWEST DRIVE-BY EVER." yells tim. needless to say, alex was left, stunned, quickly got his wits about him, and quickly overtook them. and by quickly, i mean he had to jog 10 feet and jumped on the front of the go-kart insisting on being the hood ornament.
i'm really glad i got to witness this cause for some reason, i cherish this stuptastic memory. boys are stupid but fun to watch. this goes for then, for now, and for the future.
now that i've set the mood, this blog is for stupid shit and random thoughts. ENJOY. i know i am.
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