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May 31, 2005
Chariots of Fire
So I learned this weekend that it's a mistake to listen to music that I think will get me "psyched" when trying to run long distances. I just end up running way too fast and tiring myself out too soon. This sucks, because I totally came up with the best ever mix to get, you know, psyched. It had a good mix of aggro (if I ever get my hands around that dude's throat...) and bouncy, and it went like this:
Annie - "Heartbeat"
Belle & Sebastian - "Dear Catastrophe Waitress"
Calexico - "Crystal Frontier"
Big Black - "L Dopa"
Fog - "We're Winning"
Kelly Clarkson - "Since U Been Gone"
Cursive - "The Radiator Hums"
Erlend Oye - "Sheltered Life/A Fine Day"
Katamari Damacy - "Katamari on the Rock"
The Good Life - "Lovers Need Lawyers"
David Kilgour - "Today is Gonna Be Mine"
Edan - "Funky Voltron"
God damn, that's got my heart going just writing that. I definitely need to get back to the Joanna Newsom & Neutral Milk Hotel.
Also, I dearly hope that I'm the only person ever to put Big Black and Kelly Clarkson together on a mix.
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May 23, 2005
"Don't it make my [blue] eyes blue"
So, there are a handfull of song moments that, without fail, will cause me to shed (incredibly masculine) tears every damn time I hear them. Liz Mitchell's last sung notes on "Encantada" from Ida's Will You Find Me?, and the verse of "Ghost" from In the Aeroplane Over the Sea that starts "And one day in New York City, baby...", to name but two.
Well, interminable wuss that I am, I think I can safely add a couple more to that list:
Lots of things from Okkervil River's Black Sheep Boy. For some reason, Will Sheff's ultra-earnest delivery makes this line, which should be cringeworthy but isn't, not just bearable, but downright gorgeous and positively heart-rending (perhaps literally, if this tightness in my chest is anything serious...):
And I think I know the bitter dismay / of a lover who brought fresh bouquets every day / when she turned him away /
to remember some knave / who gave just one rose one day years ago
Also, the way he says "Honey, you're murdering me" resonates like a tuning fork.
Nina Nastasia had a couple of bona fide tearjerkers on The Blackened Air. "Been So Long" and "That's All There Is" fucking kill me. Anybody who's ever been in one of those Mountain Goats-y relationships, where the force of your epic bitterness toward your SO could take out a city block, but you were constitutionally incapable of not being in love with him/her might feel similarly.
Now that I mention it, speaking of the Mountain Goats, I find that whenever I cover "The Mess Inside" at live shows, I get teary and my voice starts breaking up around about the verse about Grand Army Plaza.
Good times.
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May 05, 2005
Why You Shouldn't Read Hot Chocolate Boy
Has hot chocolate boy become my forum for giving voice to my ridiculous crushes? I'm afraid so--that and the occasional tirade about Chinese monetary policy... apparently. That said, consider yourself warned.
Okay, so I feel like something needs to be said about how cute the new crop of Mount Sinai med students are. I don't get over to the hospital/campus that much, but I had some stuff to do over there today, and yowza! Where are the awkward mousy bookish types? Apparently they're at Columbia or something. Seriously. Wow.
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May 03, 2005
Blessed are the Hot
God bless the 11 AM Gilmore Girls on the Family Channel. It's the one that's sandwiched between The 700 Club and a Full House rerun.
Now that I think about, yea and also please bless the 5 PM Girls that is sandwiched between 7th Heaven and a Full House rerun.
Amen.
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May 02, 2005
Please Kill Me
I have to say that I'm of two minds regarding how lovely the park looks in bloom. It's pretty and all, but I'm also at the point where I'd rip my nose off of my face if I didn't fear the inevtiable snot deluge (By the way, any metal bands wishing to call themselves "snot deluge" should give me a shout out in the liner notes). I'd take a Benadryl and check out, but I'm still neck deep in work because of that feeding tube lady.
Aside from my seasonal infirmity, I feel like I'm at the height of my powers. greenideas looks so sexy, I almost can't restrain my lust for it. Also, you can now get to hcb by pointing your web machines towards hotchocolateboy.com. I think that's very cool.
Um, okaybyebyeiloveyou!