Thursday, June 26, 2008

It's been a while since my last post. To make up for it, here's a cute video from yesterday starring Wyatt.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Free Music!!

First things first, here's some MMJ . . . in fact, I think I'll go with Karen's recommendation for "I'm Amazed."

My Morning Jacket - "I'm Amazed"

and maybe some "traditional" MMJ . . .

My Morning Jacket - "One Big Holiday"

I forgot to mention Estelle's "American Boy" when discussing vacation music the other day, so here's a bonus track . . .

Estelle - "American Boy"

It also occurred to me that some of you might not have these awesome Robyn b-sides . . .
Actually, this first one might not be a b-side. I have no idea where it comes from, but it's one of my all-time favorites.

Robyn - "This One's For You"

This was on some UK-only single --

Robyn - "Message in a Bottle" (Police cover)

Finally, here's what I mean when I call Fergie "PeePants McGee"

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Can You Stay Up to See the Dawn?

I've never denied the fact that I'm a Radio Nazi. I annoy friends and co-workers alike with my multiple playlists.

If I'm forced to work a weekend, I retaliate by playing my iPod in the pharmacy non-stop.

One co-worker -- let's call her Sherry Ann -- has no problem voicing her opinions about the artists that appear on my "Work" playlist. She hates ANYTHING affiliated with the rap genre, and LCD Soundsystem gives her a headache.

"It sounds like a CD is skipping," she told me. Plus, his songs are all like nine minutes long and it drives her nuts.

Her least favorite artist, hands down, is M.I.A. At first I assumed it was a generation gap thing, since she's in her fifties, but yesterday the 18-year old kid heard "Sunshowers" and asked, "What the hell is this music???"

Sherry Ann was also shocked to hear that I don't like kd lang, since she knows how much I enjoy "sultry ladies." (I played Feist for months on end last year -- I was obsessed.)

She thinks Radiohead and Arcade Fire are moody, but she enjoys In Rainbows. She pointed out today the similarities between the final notes of "Nude" and the part in The Little Mermaid when Ariel is giving her voice to the sea hag.

The minivan we rented in Florida had an auxillary jack for an iPod, much to my delight and to the chagrin of the other Fruity Splashers. Here's a list of songs that we probably never want to hear again (which is partly my fault, partly the fault of one 103.9 FM)

1. "Damaged" - Danity Kane

Do, do you got a first aid kit, tranny?

2. "Touch My Body" - Mariah Carey

Not even the thought of Kenneth in a tank top can help me get through this song.

3. "Take a Bow" - Rihanna

Are we done with songs about no-good ex-boyfriends yet? Yeah? Can someone tell Rihanna this?

4. "No Air" - Jordin Sparks

The songs asks repeatedly, "How am I supposed to breathe with no air?" Then Ms. Sparks says:

But somehow I'm still alive inside
You took my breath, but I survived
I don't know how, but I don't even care

Really? You don't care? Then why should we? Quit asking us how you're supposed to breathe with no air!! Also, growing gills would probably help you when you're "out here in the water so deep."

There are a few songs that I'll always associate with our trip to Florida that I'm NOT completely sick of yet, and I've included links to download.

1. "Click, Flash" - Ciara

2. "All Dressed in Love" - Jennifer Hudson

3. "Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa" - Vampire Weekend

Also, I've been trying to get the gays to like My Morning Jacket, but it's not going so well. Feist was a much easier sell, what with the colorful video and the snazzy choreography and all.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

My Summer Gaycation (or, How I Became a Fruity Splasher)

First off, the amazing house we stayed in for five days? Here's how I can best describe it ...

Remember The Real World, how every season started off with the new housemates scrambling through the hallways, asking each other, "We get to live here?!" That's what it was like. And yes, I talk about The Real World like it's no longer being made, but that's because I stopped watching after the Chicago season. That doesn't mean I still don't think about how I would come across on TV if I were picked to be on the show, but I digress...

The seemingly never-ending supply of beer and various frozen drinks was also like something from The Real World. Oh, and glass bottles weren't allowed in the pool or hot tub, so I gladly poured my Bud Light Limes into frosty mugs, thinking, "This way they won't have to blur out the logos when the shows air."

The morning after one particular Ruthie-style night of binge drinking, we headed to IHOP. (My repeated requests to eat at a Golden Corral went mostly ignored). Our table was quite close to the waitress station and the kitchen, so we heard everything.

1. One waitress asked another waitress, "Are you pregnant!?"
2. Two cooks flipped a coin to decide who was the father.
3. A customer told the cook that if his egg whites were runny, he was going to throw them in his face.
4. Cook held up a giant knife and said, "Not a good idea. I've got plenty of these back here."

That's when we decided that the time has come for a new reality show. Cameras would follow the lives of these cheeky IHOP employees, capturing all the wacky hijinks that ensue. Oh, I forgot to mention that our cute waitress was married to the knife-wielding short order cook. But don't worry, we plan on sending in a new, hot manager to shake things up.

At first, I thought the title of our show should be something about breaking eggs to make omelets, but that's too wordy. How about Flapjack'd?

On the way out, we noticed a sign for a new drink called Fruity Splashers. Our gang needed a name. We're gay, and we swam a lot, so I thought it fit. The story of our initiation into the gang will come at a later date. Maybe.

Probably not.

The hot tub

Shopping trip

Pancake face man


The Margarator

**more pics to come later, I'm still waiting on Alan to burn me a cd.