Certain songs remind me of different things/have different connotations for me.
Gravel by Ani DiFranco makes me think of my first year Women's Studies class when I had to walk across a frost-bitten campus to get there at 8 in the morning - because my mp3 player at the time arranged the songs alphabetically by artist, this was always the second song played.
Do You Love Me (Now That I Can Dance)? by the Coasters makes me think of this warm summer night walking home from a great party [slightly tipsy no less], singing and be bopping around to it while two good friends walked behind me like parents.
Michael Jackson, especially our song, The Way You Make Me Feel, makes me think of Kyle since MJ is one of the only artists we agreed to love.
Under Pressure by David Bowie and Queen reminds me to calm down and be happy.
Red Red Wine by Bob Marley reminds of a cozy, candlelit late night with Kyle in our pajamas.
Joni Mitchell is my mope and lovely music all at the same time [I still adore her though].
The Beatles in general make me incredibly happy.
I like cooking to Beirut, Alphabeat or sometimes Regina Spektor.
Skinny Love by Bon Iver reminds me of an old boyfriend even though he told me not to ruin the song with the thought of him. Bloodmeat by Protest the Hero he was fine with though.
Most musical soundtracks like the ones from Thoroughly Modern Millie, Chicago, My Fair Lady, Victor/Victoria and a lot of crooner/jazz music makes me want to bust out some broadway moves and serenade my Dodie.
Sea of Love by Cat Powers reminds of this one night walking back from the gym to my res room and it was snowing.
Wonderwall by Tom Petty reminds me of walking down a main street with a bunch of friends after bowling and my friend Jess and I belting out the chorus to it [even though I had never heard it until then].
System of a Down makes me think of all the high school parties my friends and I had in Meggie's basement.
and Led Zeppelin is the perfect painting music.
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 18, 2009
Womanizer
a) the All American Rejects cover of Womanizer is quite lovely, especially to watch the video of. I love the things that A.T shows me on youtube.
b) one of my favourite things for dinner, and in the top 5 of comfort foods for me, is bangers and mash: aka sausages and mashed potatoes. My only problem lately in making it is getting the potatoes and sausages timed so they're both ready at the same time.
c) the thought that one of my insaner in a not so good way roommate thinks that having jars with dry ingredients in them makes her feel more like a chef makes little to no sense to me and makes me think she confuses the idea of being a chief with jars as being a home decor person with jars.
d) I hate when you're spooning hot chocolate powder into cups and some gets up your nose. It makes me wonder why people willingly sniff powders up their nose.
e) British comedy completely rocks my socks. When I was little, Friday nights [or was it Tuesday nights?] were spent with my mum watching back-to-back BBC series like Are You Being Served, Keeping Up Appearances and Blackadder. From that I expanded to the always great Monty Python [I really am a bit of a fanatic] to Rowan Atkinson in general, to A Bit of Fry and Laurie which is currently my favourite youtube addiction [and which I made Kyle download all the seasons for me] as shown here:
Although I would have to say that this video is really the bees knees:
f) I may have added bad milk to my hot chocolate [and mashed potatoes actually] even though Sonia warned me and I put it in anyways. It'll serve me right to wake up with my stomach curdled.
g) Sundays mix me with bittersweet feelings. One of my favourite Sundays involved my bed, rain, a fogged up window and my boy. Now, don't make insinuations, lovlies, because I probably won't deny them.
b) one of my favourite things for dinner, and in the top 5 of comfort foods for me, is bangers and mash: aka sausages and mashed potatoes. My only problem lately in making it is getting the potatoes and sausages timed so they're both ready at the same time.
c) the thought that one of my insaner in a not so good way roommate thinks that having jars with dry ingredients in them makes her feel more like a chef makes little to no sense to me and makes me think she confuses the idea of being a chief with jars as being a home decor person with jars.
d) I hate when you're spooning hot chocolate powder into cups and some gets up your nose. It makes me wonder why people willingly sniff powders up their nose.
e) British comedy completely rocks my socks. When I was little, Friday nights [or was it Tuesday nights?] were spent with my mum watching back-to-back BBC series like Are You Being Served, Keeping Up Appearances and Blackadder. From that I expanded to the always great Monty Python [I really am a bit of a fanatic] to Rowan Atkinson in general, to A Bit of Fry and Laurie which is currently my favourite youtube addiction [and which I made Kyle download all the seasons for me] as shown here:
Although I would have to say that this video is really the bees knees:
f) I may have added bad milk to my hot chocolate [and mashed potatoes actually] even though Sonia warned me and I put it in anyways. It'll serve me right to wake up with my stomach curdled.
g) Sundays mix me with bittersweet feelings. One of my favourite Sundays involved my bed, rain, a fogged up window and my boy. Now, don't make insinuations, lovlies, because I probably won't deny them.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
ABBA
ABBA is actually an acronym: Agnetha, Björn, Benny and Anni-Frid, the four people that are ABBA.
After writing my short picture post before this, I realized I wasn't completely done and decided to write another [I do things like that sometimes].
Have you ever listened to an extensive amount of Bee Gees? Some of their albums make you think of the Beatles, not disco.
I've been back at school for just over 24 hours now and I haven't unpacked yet. I should have started earlier but you know, whenever K-man leaves, the first few hours/night afterwards I inwardly have to adjust to being quite on my own - and can never get anything truly productive done [aside from feeding myself] and thus, I have not unpacked aside from my new iPOD stereo, laptop and external hard drive. And maybe a shirt. Well, his shirt. My latest ritual is making him leave me a shirt to wear incessantly and wear all the smell of him out of it until I have to exchange it for a fresh, Kyle-smelling one. I'm a girl, what can I say?
I am not that productive when I need to be.
One of my favourite things about beds is when they're all messy with lots of blankets and pillows on them, that's when I think they look the most comfortable - when they look rumpled and lived in, like someone's had a good sleep, a good time, a good snuggle with a good stuffed animal, that's when a bed looks most comfortable to me. I've made sure my bed in Guelph looks this way, and now my one at home.
Who needs a made bed?
I love the song 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover by Simon and Garfunkel. It was first given to me by Finnegan, a lovely boy who knows something about Simon and Garfunkel.
On the opposite end of the pole, Strawberry Gashes by Jack Off Jill is also brilliant; very emo, but quite lovely and delicate all at the same time.
It's now time to climb into my perfectly rumpled bed [class tomorrow morning, don'cha kno'] and sleep - even though I still feel like there are a million thoughts ramming themselves through my head in a very illogical pattern since I can't seem to keep any of them long enough to show them to you.
Goodnight.
After writing my short picture post before this, I realized I wasn't completely done and decided to write another [I do things like that sometimes].
Have you ever listened to an extensive amount of Bee Gees? Some of their albums make you think of the Beatles, not disco.
I've been back at school for just over 24 hours now and I haven't unpacked yet. I should have started earlier but you know, whenever K-man leaves, the first few hours/night afterwards I inwardly have to adjust to being quite on my own - and can never get anything truly productive done [aside from feeding myself] and thus, I have not unpacked aside from my new iPOD stereo, laptop and external hard drive. And maybe a shirt. Well, his shirt. My latest ritual is making him leave me a shirt to wear incessantly and wear all the smell of him out of it until I have to exchange it for a fresh, Kyle-smelling one. I'm a girl, what can I say?
I am not that productive when I need to be.
One of my favourite things about beds is when they're all messy with lots of blankets and pillows on them, that's when I think they look the most comfortable - when they look rumpled and lived in, like someone's had a good sleep, a good time, a good snuggle with a good stuffed animal, that's when a bed looks most comfortable to me. I've made sure my bed in Guelph looks this way, and now my one at home.
Who needs a made bed?
I love the song 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover by Simon and Garfunkel. It was first given to me by Finnegan, a lovely boy who knows something about Simon and Garfunkel.
On the opposite end of the pole, Strawberry Gashes by Jack Off Jill is also brilliant; very emo, but quite lovely and delicate all at the same time.
It's now time to climb into my perfectly rumpled bed [class tomorrow morning, don'cha kno'] and sleep - even though I still feel like there are a million thoughts ramming themselves through my head in a very illogical pattern since I can't seem to keep any of them long enough to show them to you.
Goodnight.
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