Last weekend my roommate Tyler and I went to PS1 to see this 1 hour event called The Oral History of Female Drummers. I mean, I have to say, a good female drummer (or musician for that matter), is a
sexy beautiful thing; an arguable rarity. Tyler was way into it. I was too. We ran around the space catching all the lady percussionists, before landing back near the entrance where one exceptional lady was playing. I spent the last 10 min of the 1hour performance watching her, undoubtedly with some stupid smile on my face. Let me just say, I always wanted to learn to play the drums, unfortunately, I just never really tried… I pretty much learned how to play everything else though, which is fine– no one needs one more thing to be mediocre at, and you really just can’t be a mediocre drummer. Anyway, this girl was anything but. Afterwards we tried to track her down but she was impossible to catch. Fortunately I’d seen a CD on her snare drum that said ‘Chaos Chaos’ on it so… google.
Below is my favourite track so far by the band formerly known as Smoosh. I don’t feel like explaining what it is I like about their sound, but if you’ve ever heard of Mackintosh Braun, there’s a nice hint of something similar to their starry synth floating around when the chorus drops. There’s a depth here. I like it.
Like literally, outer space. Find me nowhere.
Photo courtesy of Jen Nordhem. Thank you Jen Nordhem.
me at Coachella in 2009.
You guys, if I had a dollar for every time I was jamming the fuck out at work and wanted to jump up on my desk, rip my shirt off, and start singing at the top of my lungs, I’d have at least, like, $45 dollars. I guess this moment makes that $46…? Seriously though, it’s an insatiable compulsion… quite difficult to contain.
I had a exceptionally terrible day yesterday– a fact sufficed only by the fact that my bad days are somehow always followed by really good days. That being said, my stems are still ridiculously sore [thanks for asking], I’m dressed like a lazy dude, and my coffee is cold, and I really just can’t be bothered.
I have moved into a new apartment with my two cool roommates. I guess we all really like each other because it seems we’ve signed a 2 year lease. That means I’m stuck here, and that means I need to do more with my life. I plan to start by spending the rest of the year making more music. If you’re reading this, I’ll just assume you’ve heard at least one of my tracks.
Can I just say, it would be a dreamy dream come true if I could blurt out a song that I could scream-sing on like this (see below). Do you have any idea how exhilarating it is to sing like that?! It’s like puking out every negative vibe in your being in one loud, invisible purge, and it’s miraculously expelled in the form of glittery, face-slapping, sonic perfection. Plus, if ever there were a chorus I wanted to scream from atop my desk, it’s this one– like, ‘bitch, SAY my NAME already’. It doesn’t even matter if you like the people involved on this track, they’re both really fucking good at what they do.
Anyway, have a good day.
This is a heavy moment; full of emotions so potent they seem to be seeping through my pores and causing me to shiver and burst into fits of painful laughter. Every time I try to stand, my legs have to remember how to extend; my hands gripping the desk pushing, erecting my tired body. It’s the kind of feeling when you seem to be fighting gravity, while pushing upward against the weight of life and big decisions pressing from above. It’s an encasement by unseen forces, demanding restriction you must impossibly force your way through.
Today is just a sprint through dark, waist-high water. Awesomely tiring.
I’m growing older everyday, and with every minute, understanding the secrets of the Universe just a little bit more, and moreover, perfecting the art of being a human.
Anyway, here’s a song I wrote for my sister, and even though it says ‘little sister’ it’s not really about her. It’s about me. Losing myself to the colossal expanse.
This image conjures up feelings of deepest, sweetest melancholy. Though the fall of the movie rental empire was decidedly imminent, I can’t say the days of it’s height weren’t the absolute fondest. I mean, I’ll never look back on endless indecisive Netflix meanderings with my significant other that inevitably end in a default Family Guy marathon with hazy eyes and a warm heart… I’ll just be like, ‘yeah that sucks when that happens, it’s just like not being able to decide where to eat lunch’. This is what happens when humans are inundated by something; too much of a good thing is never a good thing. We’ve become numb, I think; ungrateful for the freedom technology has given us. I can’t recall a visit to Blockbuster that wasn’t accompanied by previously conceived idea of what I wanted to rent. It’s a good way to live life, really; know what you want before you go and get it. Knowing what you want and seeking it out is infinitely more valuable and effective a means than seeking nothing and letting the variety determine your decision. Perhaps that last notion isn’t entirely universal, but I can’t come up with a scenario where it doesn’t apply. I guess the stakes aren’t terribly high when renting a movie… but consider this notion in the case of choosing a boyfriend/girlfriend, a career path, a life’s mission. It’s an issue. My generation doesn’t know what it wants, and it makes me sad. I’m also sad because I intended to muse about scattered precious memories of childhood sleepovers topped by visits to Blockbuster topped by the allowance of a double movie rental, and the sacrality of the movie return date…
OK. So if you follow me on Twitter, you already know that I have been trying to find this old CD Rom game that I used to play as a kid: Goosebumps Escape from Horrorland. I have been patiently waiting for the only torrent I found on the internet to download… we’re at like 20% so we’ll see… but even then, it’s for PC.
I have the original game somewhere at home in Colorado…
Anyway, I found yesterday that the easiest way to ‘play’ the game you don’t have is just to watch someone else pay it on youTube. This is a very popular thing, in fact… and with the number of people actively using the internet, the odds of finding the game were favorable.
So I found this great lady who is clearly home alone somewhere in Australia playing the game in its entirety, and though you’ll probably find her incredibly annoying, I found her totally hilarious.
I watched the first 5 ‘episodes’ yesterday, and picked up with #6 today– where shit got REAL.
I TOTALLY forgot that Jeff Goldblum was Dracula… and can i just say that I’ve watched his very short cameo like 20 times. I am just speculating, but he (in this game) might have been my first ‘finding someone sexy’ experience as a young girl.
And this lady narrating this video keeps saying ‘Isabella
tortellini Rossellini’… and guess what, it IS Isabella Rossellini. Awesome.
Truly, the PC days were special times. So very special. Sigh…