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I May Be Dumb, But I Have Excellent Taste in Music

All right suckers, three more posts!  Tomorrow is the very last one, so I will let it stand alone.  It is much more dramatic that way.

Day 28, Tuesday: Only pictures

I can’t follow instructions, so here are some photos of me being dumb!

This was taken in July.

Sisterhood of the Traveling Slut Dress


Day 29, Wednesday: Five songs or pieces of music that speak to you or bring back memories. Use Grooveshark or YouTube to include them in the post

I do this all the time anyway in lieu of writing an actual post.  Man, I looked at some of the other posts for this challenge, and some people have horrific taste in music.  I know it is all subjective, but I am right, and you are wrong.  I am just going to post some songs I’ve been digging lately.  THEY ~SPEAK~ TO ME.

Age of Consent-New Order.  Man, this song seems like it was created just for MLC to cover it.  It is so fucking good.  Damn.

Give Me Some Kind of Sign- Brenton Wood.  Everything about this so is great.  The lead vocals, the harmony, the organ solo.  All music should be this smooth.

Fist City- Loretta Lynn.  You better move your feet if you don’t want to eat a meal that’s called Fist City. I love her.

Tusk-Fleetwood Mac.  I’ve been listening to this song on repeat for the past few weeks now.  It is amazing and unique.  I am desperately in love with Lindsey Buckingham, so much so that Stevie will never be higher than my fourth favorite member of Fleetwood Mac because I am so jealous of her.  Never mind that he was a total dick, cocaine is a hell of a drug.

Blurred Lines- Robin Thicke featuring T.I., Pharrell.  I included this just to prove that I actually listen to songs from this decade.  This song is hot shit.  It replaced “Get Lucky” as my new summer jam.  I don’t even care if it is incredibly sexist.  It is fun as hell. If you like boobies, I highly recommend you check out the unrated version of the video.

It is pretty impressive that I managed to post 5 songs without even one David Bowie video.  See, I am growing as a person.

BONUS:  This is my favorite song to clean the house to.  I guess don’t listen to it at work or in front of people who don’t like the word fuck. ASAP Rocky is so dapper!

Day 30, Thursday: React to this term: Letting Go

I guess this prompt is supposed to serve as therapy or something.  I will resist the urge to make this about bowel movements and try to BE LEGIT.  Looking at all of those pictures I just posted makes me realize that I need to “let go” of my former life.  I am a mother now, and I guess it’s time to grow up.  I can’t go to ALL of the parties my friends have, I can’t have improptu dance parties after the bars close, and I can’t get AS drunk in the middle of the day as I used to.  It’s hard, because it seems like a lot of  my friends are stuck in this state of permanent adolescence, and I want to go to Never Never Land with them. BUT NOOOOOO,  I HAVE OBLIGATIONS NOW.  C’est La Vie!  Growing up isn’t so bad, I will just take it little by little. I’m still going to have fun, and now a whole different kind of fun with my son.  But I’m telling you now, if I ever get to urge to do whippits and listen to Steely Dan, goddamit  I’m going to do it, and no one can stop me.

P.S. Y’all don’t know how difficult it was to talk about growing up while wearing a little boy’s shirt that I purchased at the Dollar General.

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Rufus, Rufus, Rufus

Oh, I love Rufus Wainwright so much. His new album Out of the Game is phenomenal, it is my favorite album of his since Poses. I liked Want One & Want Two, but they were a little too theatrical for my tastes.  Out of the Game sounds like it was created~just for me~.  It is full of carefully produced homages to the 70’s.  Kudos to Mark Ronson, who I may or may not have a huge crush on, for doing an excellent job as producer. My favorite track, Bitter Tears, is downright ABBAesque.  Another one of my favorites,  Montauk, is a sweet song for Wainwright’s daughter Viva, who’s birth mother is Lorca Cohen, Leonard Cohen’s daughter.  That child was probably blessed by Apollo himself to be born into such a talented family.

I have liked Rufus Wainwright for a long time now. Poses was the soundtrack to the early days of mine and Chad’s relationship.  Chad and I were in a long distance relationship when the album was released (over ten years ago, EEP!).  He was living in Los Angeles and I was still living with parents.  You can probably imagine how difficult that was for me.  He was out there living it up, going to parties, doing the whole Hollywood thing, while I had to sit forlornly by the phone waiting for his call.  Then, miracle upon miracles, my parents allowed me to go visit Chad in LA.  I got to spend a whole week with my love, hung out with C-list celebrities in the Hollywood Hills, and had the added bonus of getting to see Rufus at an  in-store at Virgin Megastore (RIP).  I had no idea at the time that I would go on to work at Virgin a few years later, but that is a different story.  After a wonderful and hazy trip I had to return back to Corpus with a heavy heart and Poses in tow. I would listen to it constantly and day dream of a time when I would get to be with Chad permanently.  I can just hear the opening strains of Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk and am reminded of the halcyon days of our budding romance.  ::SIGH::

Here is a picture from that in-store that is awesome for several reasons.  First of all, look at how young and skinny we are!  Chad looks like a different man, still handsome, but different.  NO BEARD!  Secondly, Rufus could not look any more displeased in this photo.  If I recall correctly my camera was acting up so this was the second attempt to capture this magical moment.  The third thing I love about this picture is the loss prevention guy trying to sneak out of the frame.  Unintentional Photo bomb! Good times had by all. Now, I am going to go listen to Greek Song and reminisce.  You go buy Wainwright’s new album.

Rufus is having the best time of his life, obviously.

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My Adventure in Top 40 Radio

For unknown reasons, last month or so I decided that I would take a spin through the terrible terrible world of Top 40 Radio.  I am notoriously grumpy and judgmental when it comes to music, so I thought perhaps this would broaden my musical horizons and make me less curmudgeonly.  It did not, but  I learned a few things. For instance, I learned that most of the songs that are played on Top 40 radio are incredibly similar.  Whoever is producing these songs must have a Lay-Z Boy recliner made out of solid gold and ladies out the wazoo, because they are raking in the ~*krunk financialz*~.  I also learned that they play the same 10 songs OVER and OVER and OVER and OVER.  If I hear “We Are Young” by Fun. one more time (screw you guys for having a period at the end of your band name) I will punch a hole in the wall. Some of my opinions were reinforced. Say, I’d rather shove bits of broken glass in my ear canal than hear a Katy Perry or Rihanna song.

As I trudged through this mire of mediocre music, there were a few gems that I not only enjoyed, but looked forward to hearing again. Luckily as I stated before, they play the same songs repeatedly, so I have ample opportunities to hear them.  I have listed the few songs I can tolerate below for your listening pleasure.  Some of these songs may be NSFW or NSFL. Judge me as you see fit.

YES this is a Justin Beiber song, I can hardly believe (belieb?) that I like it myself.  But it is Justin doing his best Justin! I can’t help but like this JT lite.   Mostly this song makes me wistful for what I call the Timberlake Heydays, but you take what you can get, right?

This song must be special, because I hear it about 78 times a day, and have still not gotten sick of it.  Good work Flo Rida and other guy.  Also, I just now realized that Flo Rida spells Florida because I am incredibly slow.  Way to represent your state, bro.

I appreciate a good sample.  That’s all.

Straight up confession time, I did not like this song until I found out it was by a boy band.  Somehow the fact that  this song is sung by a group of perfectly coiffed young men, makes it a gajillion times better for me.  REAL TALK.

I have woken up with this song in my head three days in a row.  Usually that would make me incredibly angry, but somehow this song avoids my derision.  I can’t tell you why.

WE DID IT!  I won’t leave you with the taste of Top 40 in your mouth.  Here is a palate cleanser.

and just for good measure, the most whip ass song ever recorded.

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My Son is a Deadhead.

In an ongoing effort to keep T from having terrible taste in music, his father and I play him records from our vinyl collection.  At six months old, he already has very discerning taste. For example, he doesn’t care for Ted Nugent, but he likes the Amboy Dukes (Nugent’s first band).  He loves Black Sabbath’s Paranoid, but he doesn’t like Never Say Die!, the last album featuring Ozzy as lead singer.  We’ve been through several Bowie albums and thoroughly enjoyed lazing on a Sunday afternoon with the Kink Kronikles.  But there are three albums that T particularly enjoys.

Rumors by Fleetwood Mac

Yeah, this is pretty much the best.

This is the Fleetwood Mac album that everyone owns.  This is the Fleetwood Mac album that everyone SHOULD own. There is not a bad song on this album, even “Oh Daddy” has grown on me.  I can get Truman to sleep by the middle of Side A, then I flip it over and listen to the other side just for my own personal enjoyment. If he manages to stay awake for Side B, he really loves it when we listen to “The Chain” and twirl around with a tambourine a la Stevie Nicks . Rumors is as if someone took a rainbow and pressed it to vinyl.  Thunder only happens when it rains indeed.

The Red Headed Stranger- Willie Nelson

We love you Willie!

Truman has listened to this album from the day he was born.  This is Dad Chad’s secret weapon in putting Baby T in a chillaxed mood.  At this point Truman has an almost Pavlovian response to this album.  From the opening guitar strains, his eyes slowly start closing and he is on the fast track to sleepytime village.  It would be downright criminal if Truman grew up not being a Willie Nelson fan.  This is not an exaggeration, it is Texas state law –THOU MUST LOVE WILLIE.

  •                                    American Beauty- Grateful Dead

Hands down this is Truman’s favorite album right now. It is probably Grateful Dead’s most popular and well known album.  That’s because it is overflowing with WIN, and just like Fleetwood Mac’s Rumors, there is not a bad song on the album.   I play it for him and he rolls around the carpet and grins. We listen to it almost every day.  I’m raising a little Deadhead! I am going to buy him some tie-dyed onesies and a baby hacky sack. We will drive around the country selling beaded necklaces out a van painted with dancing bears!  It is a fool proof plan! What can I say?  He has good taste in music.

Music education! YES!  I don’t have many obscure albums, magical bootlegs, or ~~deep cuts~~, just damn good music. I have to combat the fact that the number one hit when T was born was “Party Rock Anthem” by LMFAO.  o__o  So, what will we listen to next?  I finally picked up Fleetwood Mac’s Tusk and David Bowie’s Young Americans last weekend.  Tusk is a double album, we’ve got some listening to do.


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Pooh-pooh to the Lorax movie

The new Lorax movie makes me angry.  Kid’s movies are something that I am notoriously grumpy–GET OFF MY LAWN–about. The only movies I plan to let Truman watch are The Garbage Pail Kids Movie and Little Monsters until it puts him off movies forever.  I jest, I jest.  It’s not that I don’t like any children’s movies, I just don’t like the rampant commercialism that comes with them. I was supremely irritated last year to see kids wearing Cars 2 shirts before the movie even came out.    Those kids were walking billboards for something they hadn’t even seen!  But I digress.  Here are a couple of reasons why I am pissed off about the new Lorax movie.  These are not new ideas, and probably a retread of things several people have already said but I still wanted to complain, because it is one of my favorite things to do:

  • The Lorax speaks for the trees, and for Mazda, and for Seventh Generation, and for HP, and for….

The Lorax has 70 product tie-ins! Some of the tie-ins are for eco-friendly products but IHOP?  Come on man!  How do you even eat this?


The idea of the Lorax shilling for Mazda makes my stomach hurt more than if I tried to eat the above pictured monstrosity.

  • The Voice Acting

Now this is more of a complaint about most modern animated films.  Do you remember when they used professional voice-over actors to voice the characters in animated films?  Can you tell me who voiced Belle in Beauty and the Beast?  No you cannot, but she did a hell of a good job.  It’s all a big gimmick now based on a popularity contest. While I admit that Zac Efron is decidedly dreamy, and Taylor Swift is adorable in her squinty eyed, surprised face kind of way, they do not have speaking voices that are anything special.  So why are they voicing main characters in a major animated film?  Let’s lure the kiddos in by having Justin Bieber be the voice of a talking barbecue pit! (I would probably watch that.) I know, I know, different actors have been voicing animated characters for years. For example, JTT was excellent as Simba, and Dom DeLouise (RIP) was awesome at everything he did. But Katy Perry as Smurfette–BARF.

  • 3-D

At the end of the trailer when he says “Now in TREE-D!”, it annoys the shit out me.  That is all.

I don’t know.  There are more reasons why this movie doesn’t sit well with me, but I am having a hard time expressing myself.  They are using the story’s core central message to make money.  It all just seems very synthetic and charmless, not at all like the original book.  This review pretty much sums it up better than I ever could. Truman and I are going outside now to enjoy this lovely weather.  Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss!

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