I am going to get so much crap for this but... I have a soft spot for 1990's music. Now, after I said that err typed that, you are thinking I am about to drop some Backstreet Boys or Samantha Mumba on you. But I am not, I am about to drop some 98 Degrees on you... Just kidding.
Again.
I am however going to say that I am smidge ashamed to admit that I have a soft-spot for 1990's female vocalists. Like Sheryl Crow, Jewel, Alanis Morissette, etc. I am particularly fond of one song specifically from one those artists.
That artist is Sheryl Crow and the song is Strong Enough.
I do not know what is it is about the song, or Sheryl Crow. Actually, I do. Sheryl Crow is a fox and this song is amazing.
Make fun of me all you want, but like I have said before, if All I Wanna Do comes on the radio, you know you are singing that chorus.
You know...
"All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard"
So in a way, I am not even ashamed I am ashamed of this pick.
And once you watch this video you love this song.
I guaran-shed it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ok4SRFbxALQ
But seriously though, Lance Armstrong is soooooo stupid. Why would you break up with Sheryl Crow?
Probably the steroids.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Philosophical... I Guess
I was on my hammock enjoying the weather (and not playing pick-up soccer) today and I was listening to one of my favorite albums: Kinks are the Village Green Preservation Society and in the process of three songs and staring at a tree swaying in the wind I thought up of four things, that could either be lyrics, poems, philosophical thoughts or rubbish.
"Sadness is happiness with dust on it. Just take it off the shelf and brush it off. And you will find happiness once again."
"Leaves are strong but their will is weak. They stand strong in the fair weather, but fall once skies are bleak."
"You wear a General's jacket to a protest. You get on your megaphone and wage a war against war. You exude lies and hypocrisy. Not peace and solution."
"I do not ink on my skin to me how I feel. I have a heart. And it is working just fine."
Maybe if my super-cool awesome friends actually wanted to play soccer I would not have the mind of a tortured 1920's novelist.
I blame my friends and that hip-hop.
But mostly my lazy friends.
"Sadness is happiness with dust on it. Just take it off the shelf and brush it off. And you will find happiness once again."
"Leaves are strong but their will is weak. They stand strong in the fair weather, but fall once skies are bleak."
"You wear a General's jacket to a protest. You get on your megaphone and wage a war against war. You exude lies and hypocrisy. Not peace and solution."
"I do not ink on my skin to me how I feel. I have a heart. And it is working just fine."
Maybe if my super-cool awesome friends actually wanted to play soccer I would not have the mind of a tortured 1920's novelist.
I blame my friends and that hip-hop.
But mostly my lazy friends.
16. Song that makes you think you might be a music snob
Also known as: "You know I am just going to hipster the F out of you".
I really am that "snobby" when it comes to music per say. I do however love it when people mis-spell their favorite band and or song.
But if "snob" means I am way into music more than a person should be... well then yes, that is me.
I love finding random bands and or music on a daily basis, and I have plugged this website before and I will again, freemusicarchive.org is an amazing place to find music that you never knew existed.
Case and point a garage/punk band... from Mexico. Yes, Mexico. The band is Los Negretes and they are quite awesome. I got two albums of theirs (for free) and I absolutely love them. Can not understand a single word unless it is "azul" or "escuela" but I feel that just adds to the mystique of the band.
So here is my favorite song of theirs:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2dEJ5f50ZWs
If liking this band makes me a snob, then consider me Donald Trump.
I really am that "snobby" when it comes to music per say. I do however love it when people mis-spell their favorite band and or song.
But if "snob" means I am way into music more than a person should be... well then yes, that is me.
I love finding random bands and or music on a daily basis, and I have plugged this website before and I will again, freemusicarchive.org is an amazing place to find music that you never knew existed.
Case and point a garage/punk band... from Mexico. Yes, Mexico. The band is Los Negretes and they are quite awesome. I got two albums of theirs (for free) and I absolutely love them. Can not understand a single word unless it is "azul" or "escuela" but I feel that just adds to the mystique of the band.
So here is my favorite song of theirs:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2dEJ5f50ZWs
If liking this band makes me a snob, then consider me Donald Trump.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
I Got Hit By A Car Today... How Badass Is That?
True story.
It happened as I was riding my bike to go to my favorite musical establishment in the Shores, Car City Records.
It was a hot day out and people where driving like maniacs. I even mentally told myself I hope no one hits me. And that moment I am sure some ominous music started playing at that moment. That, or something shouted out, "That white boy is about to get mowed down".
Nevertheless, I continued my trek and I had just passed the Arby's, Ramblin' Rose by the MC5 came on my iPod, I said, "Wait... what... that is a car!" and I was side-swiped by a nice old man in a Lincoln. My face was greeted by his rear passenger side window. And my pelvis and hip was greeted by the door, while the handlebar of my bike got acquainted with my wedding gifts (if you know what I mean).
Right after I got hit, two guys riding their bikes passed me and said and I am paraphrasing, "That mother funky moose did not even stop. French fry him."
But the fact of the matter was this guy was like eighty-five years old. And I could not find it in my heart to yell at him. He asked if I was okay and my reply was (and I am not kidding), "Are you serious? I am so pumped right now!"
So he continued on and so did I. It was soon after that I realized I probably just took part in the most polite hit and run ever.
To make things worse or better, to be honest with you I had no clue what was going on. On account of the whole being hit by a movie vehicle thing. My friend Joe texted me saying, "Just saw riding the old two wheeler.. Looking good big guy." I sarcastically asked if he saw me get hit, to which he replied, "lol yes."
You may think I was furious by getting hit.
Oh, to the contrary.
It was probably one of my top three life experiences...
Right next to getting a cavity put in and watching Batman and Robin.
But in a weird way, I can cross off "Get hit by a motorized vehicle going more than 20 mph" off of my bucket list.
Suck on that Jack Nicholson. Skydiving? Pfft. Get run over by an old guy in a Lincoln, then we can talk shop about Bucket Lists.
It happened as I was riding my bike to go to my favorite musical establishment in the Shores, Car City Records.
It was a hot day out and people where driving like maniacs. I even mentally told myself I hope no one hits me. And that moment I am sure some ominous music started playing at that moment. That, or something shouted out, "That white boy is about to get mowed down".
Nevertheless, I continued my trek and I had just passed the Arby's, Ramblin' Rose by the MC5 came on my iPod, I said, "Wait... what... that is a car!" and I was side-swiped by a nice old man in a Lincoln. My face was greeted by his rear passenger side window. And my pelvis and hip was greeted by the door, while the handlebar of my bike got acquainted with my wedding gifts (if you know what I mean).
Right after I got hit, two guys riding their bikes passed me and said and I am paraphrasing, "That mother funky moose did not even stop. French fry him."
But the fact of the matter was this guy was like eighty-five years old. And I could not find it in my heart to yell at him. He asked if I was okay and my reply was (and I am not kidding), "Are you serious? I am so pumped right now!"
So he continued on and so did I. It was soon after that I realized I probably just took part in the most polite hit and run ever.
To make things worse or better, to be honest with you I had no clue what was going on. On account of the whole being hit by a movie vehicle thing. My friend Joe texted me saying, "Just saw riding the old two wheeler.. Looking good big guy." I sarcastically asked if he saw me get hit, to which he replied, "lol yes."
You may think I was furious by getting hit.
Oh, to the contrary.
It was probably one of my top three life experiences...
Right next to getting a cavity put in and watching Batman and Robin.
But in a weird way, I can cross off "Get hit by a motorized vehicle going more than 20 mph" off of my bucket list.
Suck on that Jack Nicholson. Skydiving? Pfft. Get run over by an old guy in a Lincoln, then we can talk shop about Bucket Lists.
Day 15. Song that makes you want to chill out
I have not done one of these in awhile. Instead of starting all over, I am just going to pick up where I left off.
Now, you are probably expecting me to reveal a Jack Johnson song, because is what most people think of when they think "music that chills you out". But I am taking a different route, and picking a song from an artist who was chill ass Jack Johnson before chill ass Jack Johnson was chill ass Jack Johnson.
The man is James Taylor and the song is Sweet Baby James.
This is a beautiful song to close your eyes to and forget life for two minutes and fifty-five seconds.
It is a perfect blend of folk, country-western, pop and a lullaby.
If I ever have a son and name him James, I am singing this song to him every single night of his life. The first seven years should go fine, but after he gets married I suppose that is when it will get awkward.
But in all seriousness, James Taylor is one of the best singer-songwriters ever.
EVER.
He paved the way for artists like Jack Johnson and singer-songwriters alike.
That is why whenever ever I am in the mood to relax and drift off for awhile, I always go to James Taylor and Sweet Baby James is the first song I play of his.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v2EZUw2mvjs
Now, you are probably expecting me to reveal a Jack Johnson song, because is what most people think of when they think "music that chills you out". But I am taking a different route, and picking a song from an artist who was chill ass Jack Johnson before chill ass Jack Johnson was chill ass Jack Johnson.
The man is James Taylor and the song is Sweet Baby James.
This is a beautiful song to close your eyes to and forget life for two minutes and fifty-five seconds.
It is a perfect blend of folk, country-western, pop and a lullaby.
If I ever have a son and name him James, I am singing this song to him every single night of his life. The first seven years should go fine, but after he gets married I suppose that is when it will get awkward.
But in all seriousness, James Taylor is one of the best singer-songwriters ever.
EVER.
He paved the way for artists like Jack Johnson and singer-songwriters alike.
That is why whenever ever I am in the mood to relax and drift off for awhile, I always go to James Taylor and Sweet Baby James is the first song I play of his.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v2EZUw2mvjs
Friday, May 27, 2011
Myspace=Greatest Website Ever.
Think about it.
In a weird way, why are you on Facebook right now? Because of Myspace.
Why do you know exactly what your ex is doing right now? Myspace.
Why do you do surveys to past your time on the internet? Myspace.
Why are you "friends" with hundreds of people, when in reality on a day to day basis you see three of them tops? Myspace.
Why do you shamefully embrace that Fall Out Boy and or Cartel t-shirt in the back of your closet? Myspace.
Myspace has contributed a lot to American Pop-Culture. Sure, it is not the social networking czar that it once was, but it was amazing when we were in 8th grade.
Personally, if it was not for Myspace I would be a little musical turtle with my head in a shell. Myspace was an amazing source for finding bands and new music. And if you found a real grass-roots young band, you could actually message them, and AIM them. Yeah, For Felix I am talking to you.
Myspace is the only reason that we knew people in our grade were dating. If a female (or male) was the number one friend on your BFF's friend list. They were practically married. Or if they commented on your bulletin, or one of your pictures you knew what was up.
Myspace brought us the art of the funny survey. An art that has become sort of lost. You know you miss answering, "What color are your underpants?" and feeling like you were one question away from yelling stranger danger.
Myspace connected long lost friends. Some of which became even stronger than before, while some made you realized that you were long lost friends for a reason. Because they used to insessiantly AIM or call you. But now, they can just insessiantly post bulletins about how much of a B word their mom is.
Haha. AIM.
AIM was the only reason I had a girlfriend in middle school. Because communicating through smiley faces and LMFAO's is much more easier than actually having to smile or laugh in person with your significant other. Besides, it cut down on my awkward social skills.
Actually that is a lie, because you could be plenty socially awkward on AIM. You know, when you were in that conversation that you did not want to be in, yet you started in the first place. So your part of the convo was help up with:
lol
lol
lol
lol
yeah....
yah
yah
yah
lmao
And am I the only person who never understood why the F disappeared in LM(F)AO?. I remember having to ask my friend MJ what LMAO was. She explained it was laughing my ass off, without the you know what. Fricking.
Myspace and AIM were a two-headed beast and cure for the socially awkward teenager of 2006.
Without them, we would not be the Facebook creeps we are today.
So here is to you Tom. The real proverbial Godfather of Social-Networking.
The Obi Wan Kenobi to Zuckerberg's Anikan.
Myspace was one of the greatest-worst things to happen to the world ever. That is why we should bring it back. To its former glory. Comment on people's pages. Look at embarassing pictures of you in 8th grade. Post bulletins about you Friday. Message people playing the secret game. Have a 30 Second To Mars song as your profile song. Go crazy.
At least Myspace had profile songs.
In your Face(book) Zuckerberg.
Ha. I just LMFAO'd.
In a weird way, why are you on Facebook right now? Because of Myspace.
Why do you know exactly what your ex is doing right now? Myspace.
Why do you do surveys to past your time on the internet? Myspace.
Why are you "friends" with hundreds of people, when in reality on a day to day basis you see three of them tops? Myspace.
Why do you shamefully embrace that Fall Out Boy and or Cartel t-shirt in the back of your closet? Myspace.
Myspace has contributed a lot to American Pop-Culture. Sure, it is not the social networking czar that it once was, but it was amazing when we were in 8th grade.
Personally, if it was not for Myspace I would be a little musical turtle with my head in a shell. Myspace was an amazing source for finding bands and new music. And if you found a real grass-roots young band, you could actually message them, and AIM them. Yeah, For Felix I am talking to you.
Myspace is the only reason that we knew people in our grade were dating. If a female (or male) was the number one friend on your BFF's friend list. They were practically married. Or if they commented on your bulletin, or one of your pictures you knew what was up.
Myspace brought us the art of the funny survey. An art that has become sort of lost. You know you miss answering, "What color are your underpants?" and feeling like you were one question away from yelling stranger danger.
Myspace connected long lost friends. Some of which became even stronger than before, while some made you realized that you were long lost friends for a reason. Because they used to insessiantly AIM or call you. But now, they can just insessiantly post bulletins about how much of a B word their mom is.
Haha. AIM.
AIM was the only reason I had a girlfriend in middle school. Because communicating through smiley faces and LMFAO's is much more easier than actually having to smile or laugh in person with your significant other. Besides, it cut down on my awkward social skills.
Actually that is a lie, because you could be plenty socially awkward on AIM. You know, when you were in that conversation that you did not want to be in, yet you started in the first place. So your part of the convo was help up with:
lol
lol
lol
lol
yeah....
yah
yah
yah
lmao
And am I the only person who never understood why the F disappeared in LM(F)AO?. I remember having to ask my friend MJ what LMAO was. She explained it was laughing my ass off, without the you know what. Fricking.
Myspace and AIM were a two-headed beast and cure for the socially awkward teenager of 2006.
Without them, we would not be the Facebook creeps we are today.
So here is to you Tom. The real proverbial Godfather of Social-Networking.
The Obi Wan Kenobi to Zuckerberg's Anikan.
Myspace was one of the greatest-worst things to happen to the world ever. That is why we should bring it back. To its former glory. Comment on people's pages. Look at embarassing pictures of you in 8th grade. Post bulletins about you Friday. Message people playing the secret game. Have a 30 Second To Mars song as your profile song. Go crazy.
At least Myspace had profile songs.
In your Face(book) Zuckerberg.
Ha. I just LMFAO'd.
My Documented All-Nighter (Udpated Every 15 Minutes or So)
11:30 pm- Hot dog with cheese, crushed Lay's potato chips, ketchup, onions and sauerkraut= potentially the greatest worst thing I have ever put in my body.
11:45 pm- I have been playing MLB '11 the Show for the past five hours, doing the Road To The Show mode. My guy's name is Casey Yount. Can't field for the dickens, can't hit for the dickens, thought about renaming him Don Kelly. But he does have the best facial hair on the whole damn field.
12:05 am- Lay's and Orange Juice= probably what they inject into criminal's veins to kill them. Honestly, surprised I have yet to unleash a burp, actually I am scared to.
12:06 am- Spoke to soon. I think I died for two seconds during that burp.
11:45 pm- I have been playing MLB '11 the Show for the past five hours, doing the Road To The Show mode. My guy's name is Casey Yount. Can't field for the dickens, can't hit for the dickens, thought about renaming him Don Kelly. But he does have the best facial hair on the whole damn field.
12:05 am- Lay's and Orange Juice= probably what they inject into criminal's veins to kill them. Honestly, surprised I have yet to unleash a burp, actually I am scared to.
12:06 am- Spoke to soon. I think I died for two seconds during that burp.
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