"Just Can't Get Enough" just came on my iPod, and now I feel like the quirky main character in a sitcom, like I should be skipping around my living room wearing a flower pot on my head or something. You know-- the single girl who's so kooky that it's actually endearing, who has a comically low-paying job and is always getting into scrapes.
It's amazing what a day off, sunlight, and temperatures in excess of 60 degrees can do for my state of mind.
Depeche Mode's new album came out Tuesday and although you won't fall for it on first listen, it grows on you exceptionally well. The only two songs that I'm not a fan of are "Spacewalker" (think NASA elevator music) and "Jezebel" (Oh, Marty, why? Why would you put a song that sounds like it should be in a made-for-TV movie from Lifetime circa 1991 on this album? I know you got to sing lead on it, but-- Man!). I also spent about two days listening solely to Gary Numan's The Pleasure Principle on repeat, and god! I'm kind of pissed that I let it sit on Kristin's CD rack for almost a year before finally getting around to it. His cover of "On Broadway" makes me ridiculously happy, and "Films" is even better than that.
TV On The Radio's Dear Science is excellent. I've been looking for "fun" music to fill the void that the Red Hot Chili Peppers left when they totally killed everything that was good and original about their music (see: Stadium Arcadium), and I think this will do nicely.
Currently, I'm also downloading Grizzly Bear's Yellow House, which I expect to blow me away since what I've heard so far has been really, really impressive. I really dragged my feet about listening to this band, but I'm glad that I finally did.
That's all for right now. I really need to get in the shower and then get some yard work done.
Seriously. I should be getting frequent flier miles or something from Amazon, given the amount of music I download. I've got about six and a half gigabytes on my hard drive currently, and that's not counting about half the CDs on my rack. Given, a lot of those are music that I don't really listen to anymore (Hey, by the way, if anyone out there's looking to purchase Matchbox 20's or the Red Hot Chili Peppers' discographies, let me know. Everything except By The Way is up for grabs, since Stadium Arcadium aka RHCP's Great Big Cash-In Pretentious Double Album pissed me off so badly.)
And, as I've already implied, the library is growing rapidly. In fact, as I am typing this, I am also downloading Spinnerette's newest single, "Sex Bomb". I have already downloaded all of Bon Iver's For Emma, Forever Ago (depressing but excellent), and a song by Grizzly Bear, whom I had studiously avoided listening to until today (also excellent). Last Friday, I actually went out and bought Annie Lennox's new greatest hits comp, which is great, and in the past week, I've added Belong's October Language and Modest Mouse's The Lonesome Crowded West to my collection as well. And let's not forget about Depeche Mode's Playing the Angel.
It's seriously not my fault this time, though. Damn blip.fm and me for getting a blip.fm account, and damn everybody on that site for putting up interesting music. Also, damn Treznor for getting a blip.fm account and putting up a bunch of neat music.
Also, for those of you who might be interested, I've added a last.fm widget to my blog that shows my most recent listens. It's a bit Big Brother-y, but interesting technology nonetheless.
Anyway, that's about all for right now. My poor neglected blog-baby.
So this is my fourth day of vacation, and up til now, I've accomplished pretty much nothing of consequence-- I mean, unless you consider Twitter and listening to Depeche Mode leaks "consequential". (Yeah, by the way, if "Corrupt" is any indication, Sounds of the Universe is going to kiss some serious ass, so I will definitely be downloading that when it comes out. Also, I'm beginning to think I have a bit of an older-man complex, since I've been thinking dirty, dirty thoughts about Dave Gahan. Seriously, though, listen to this . . .
. . . and then tell me you're not having improper thoughts. That's what I thought.)
Wow, that's gotta be a new record for me: Longest Parenthetical Statement Ever. Plus there was a video embedded in the middle of all that!
In other news-- Kristin's car has broken down (AGAIN) so I am (ONCE MORE) serving as her primary transit system. Today, however, she at least found a friend to take her to and from band class, which is in Dowagiac (a 20-25 minute drive), and in all hopes, Dad will be over to take a look at Warchild sometime today. It certainly needs to be up and running by Thursday or Friday, or else that kills either my plans to go see Mom or Kristin's chances of getting to work all weekend.
Survey says that Kristin getting to work to collect a paycheck is more important than any trips to up see ma mere, though Mom would probably disagree about that at this point.
The good news is, I am still more relaxed than I ever thought possible, even considering an impending "dinner out with the ol' coworkers" tonight. I'm hoping for an early evening, in all truth-- and NO WORK CHATTER. (Like that's gonna happen.)
Front-end supervisor/guerrilla warfare specialist has an opinion about everything, and a big enough ego to think said opinion matters. Spend ten minutes with me, and you'll doubtless find yourself zoning out while I expound on my favorite artists, music, bands, etc.
