Regina Spektor – Ghost of Corporate Future
take off both your shoes
whatever chances you get
people are just people
they shouldn’t make you nervous
the world is everlasting, it’s coming and it’s going
if you don’t toss your plastic
the street won’t be so plastic
and if you kiss somebody then both of you’ll get practice
Ke$ha’s real voice.
SHE HAS AN AMAZING VOICE!!!! WHY DOESN’T SHE USE IT???
Because she won’t make it in the Music business. You have to dress a certain way, have catchy club music, sing a certain way and act a certain way. Do you know how many singers can sing songs like this? They aren’t famous because the radio won’t play beautiful songs like this.
This is why I love the Internet: it takes something that you greatly dislike, and makes you kinda love it.
Julian Casablancas – I Wish It Was Christmas Today
because i’m nice, here is the julian casablancas version. you are very welcome.
One of the best shows I’ve ever seen was Billy Bragg at The Calvin.
Like a lot of people I first really listened him because of The Mermaid Avenue albums. Yeah, Wilco was pretty great on that album. But Billy Bragg felt the words in a way I didn’t really think possible. Our country has had a lot of amazing folk singers. And I have a thing for them. (see, Todd. see, Ani.) The storytelling tradition is a favorite of mine. I feel that all stories should meander and be entirely enjoyable. And good folk singers, good storytellers make you feel like it’s story time at the library all over again.
And then there’s Billy Bragg. Who weaves a story. And then makes you actually think about life a bit. I chose this song because as I struggle to figure out how to leap from conventional career to non-conventional, it plays in my head a lot. This world is pretty great. But sometimes you really need to struggle and figure out how to get where you want to be. It’s easy for some. It’s hard as hell for the rest of us.
But I just need to remind myself:
“Just because you’re going forwards/Doesn’t mean I’m going backwards.”
and if not college, remember being that age. and deciding that every lyric in every song was about you and your life, you and your boyfriend, you and, well, everything.
no, well, then let me tell you about 19 year old me and a little Ani DiFranco. yes. i am that much of a cliche.
i first started listening to Ani in earnest my freshman year of college. and then, well, i was a lost cause. i craved authenticity. i didn’t really know what that meant. or what it was. but, boy, did i crave it. i mean, it doesn’t mean anything if it’s not authentic. right? and i still feel that way. but, at least now i have a better idea of what that means. back then, my authenticity looked just like everyone else’s.
but, that all said. this song made more of an impact on me and my future life than i would have probably thought possible. i am more concerned with trying to make an impact on the world around me than the money. i am more focused on staying true to those principles. maybe i’ve sacrificed a lot to be near my family and be there when my dad or mom needed me. but, at the same time, i’ve refused jobs that were offered to me because (despite the money) it didn’t feel true. since my mom passed away (nearly two years ago) i have been trying – oh so hard – to find a way to bring some sort of authenticity back to my life. (newsflash! it’s hard.)
i’m still trying to figure that out. i figure i will eventually. maybe i’ll be old and wrinkly by then. but, it will be figured out.
This song became a bit of an anthem the summer I studied for the bar. I listened to it nearly every day. It popped up on every “bar study” playlist I put together. And it felt so right.
Studying for the bar is one of the most ridiculously masochistic things one can do. Taking the bar is like taking any old exam – but the preparation for it is what gets ya. If you take a prep course as you are brainwashed into being convinced that you need during three years of law school, you find yourself back in a classroom. And if you’re lucky like me, you find yourself back in that classroom a mere two days after graduation.
Not only are you back in a classroom, you are also most likely watching 3 hour long videos everyday where professors talk about some of the most boring topics known to man. And maybe there’s one self-professed “kooky” professor who is a big fan of mnemonic devices and suddenly you find yourself humming “it takes two” and “it wasn’t me” at random moments over the course of the summer. And really, it carries over to the rest of your life. Because, even now, when I hear a problem with the grantor in a quit claim deed I immediately think “it wasn’t me.”
So, not only are you bombarded with this legal fun in the morning session (if you’re me. there are also afternoon sessions and evening ones too). You then get to go home and maybe eat lunch (or maybe, if you’re me, you run to the nursing home where your mom is recovering from open heart surgery and watch Days of Our Lives and eat). And after all that lunch eating, you set up shop somewhere to study.
I chose the Newington Library to do all my studying. I happened on it one day by chance. (It was, in fact, a crazy happenstance…) And I was overjoyed that they had an in house coffee shop and the librarians didn’t care about food or drinks. I could go set up in one of the little study corrals and sit there for the next few hours. I would have my headphones ready, my playlist set up, and started nearly every study session with this song. I had just learned who the New Pornographers were and I was overjoyed. Ecstatic even.
It’s true what “they” say. Law school does little to prepare you for the bar (or the actual practice of law – but that’s another post.) And you will never know general law as well as when you are studying for the bar. I knew everything cold. And, honestly, although I was convinced of my failure come the last Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday of July 2003 (oh did I mention I took both New York and Connecticut…) I knew my shit. When I finally found out, MONTHS LATER, that I passed. Honestly, I wasn’t surprised.
The ethics exam, however, is another story.
And, my friends, that is the summer I commenced my slow descent into alcoholism.
But not really.
Skillet on the stove, it’s such a temptation/Maybe I’ll be the lucky one that doesn’t get burned/what the fuck was i thinking?
This was the first original song I ever heard by Jenny Owen Youngs. The chorus applies to most aspects of life. I feel like I am usually asking the question. Whether it’s relationships or work or personal dramas or shoe shopping, it seems to populate my thoughts.
I could write more. But, really, the song is pretty abundantly clear.
(thought i was gonna skip this post today because i was sleepy. but, um, i’m awake now. soooooo here it is.)
for a long time, i’ve had a crush on vic ruggiero. he’s dreamy. super dreamy really. that raspy voice. that sly smile. those dark features. that accent.
i never got much into the ska. i went to the shows. i listened to it. i had an acquaintance known merely as “ska boy.” (also knew a guy who went by “fun boy.” we won’t talk about him.) but the ska. it wasn’t my “thing.”
except for the slackers.
fuck, i loved the slackers. love the slackers. no past tense. they make me happy. oh so happy. cheer me up and make me smile.
i could try to explain that the slackers aren’t like other ska bands. that it’s different. that they sing about things that matter. or their lyrics make sense. and that their music isn’t overly nauseating with it’s repetitiveness. also, the band is a bunch of men. it isn’t just a group of boys wearing plaid and bouncing on stage. they look like men.
so the song – “have the time.” um, this song is my life lately. i’ve been a bit ragged. my breathing issues are back and i know why. i can’t catch my breath because i’m constantly running around. maybe i’m avoiding my issues. maybe i’m just having a hard time figuring out how to make everyone happy and in the process running myself into the ground. (plus side, i can rock a pair of skinny jeans these days without being entirely self-conscious. stress – it does a body good. ? wait. no..)
and sometimes, especially lately, life feels like this.
I once loved a woman, a child I’m told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right
I have loved this song for a long time. I think, like most people, the first version I really loved was Bob Dylan’s. There is also a rather fun one by Social Distortion. My friend’s band during college played a version. (I do not recommend you listen to this in ska version.) My brother used to occasionally play it on his guitar. It was another he once decided I should learn the words to. And then decided perhaps it was too dark for an elementary school kid.
But, my favorite version (sorry Bob) is from Mr. Cash. Johnny Cash has been in and out of my life since I can remember acknowledging music. And then one day, I was watching Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman with my mom and dad when I was in junior high. (is that right? Is that how old I was when that show was on?) And there he was. Since then he kept re-appearing in regular intervals and rather awesomely. Never a disappointment when the Cash makes an appearance in my life. He is generally a calming influence.
There’s no specific meaning to this song for me. I just, honestly, adore it. The lyrics. The broken heartedness. The simplicity. The elegance.
Sometimes that’s all it takes. It doesn’t have to matter to me on a personal level. There doesn’t have to be a story. It’s not always a connection to why I am so emotionally dysfunctional at times. It’s just simple beauty that needs to be appreciated.