So I've not posted any new songs yet because when I went to record some vocals the other day, I realized the two microphones I previously owned do not work on my fabulous new Powerbook! What are the odds of TWO microphones breaking since I was last able to turn on my old Vaio? Last night I left work early because I was sick, and went by Radio Shack to purchase a cheap mic just to do a test - I was wondering if maybe there are compatibility issues? Unlikely, but probably more likely than TWO microphones breaking without cause. Anyway, the new microphone works, so I started recording. I am trudging through a backlog of songs from last week and will hopefully have them up next week! Yeah!
In the meantime, you should all listen to Magnetic Fields, 69 Love Songs volume 1. I can't get enough of it. It's constantly playing in my fabulous new IPod. An ex-friend (long story I'll tell at some point) made a copy of this for me during Meltdown 1.0 and I only recently started listening to it in heavy rotation. The lyrics are amazing. I wish I didn't identify with every single song. "Who'd fall in love with a chicken with its head cut off?"
Thursday, July 15, 2004
Monday, July 12, 2004
The Story of Smitten (testing 1... 2... 3...)
Name: Lucky
Genre: Emo
Date: November 2003
Description:
This is a song called "Lucky" - I recorded this back in November. Pardon the quality - something went wrong in the upload. I am just trying this as a test to see if I can post audio, and then I can start going nuts with the song journal.
Nevertheless, this is a song about MP who I was dating at that time. A friend of mine called him "Smitten," because I was, well, smitten. This rarely happens to me - it's been a while since I've noticed anyone. I was smitten from the moment I met him when he gave me a copy of a Radiohead Live bootleg from the concert we both attended in August 2003 at the Tweeter Center, the concert that basically changed my life and got me out of my year-long funk.
Smitten was adorable - the thing that was most adorable about him was that he had this secret obsession with the paranormal and all things bizarre, such as spontaneous combustion and Bigfoot. He was an expert on both. He tried to hide it because he was neurotic about being labeled a dork, but I found it endearing. It's actually what sold me on him.
There were things about him that were weird - like the fact that he owned far more pairs of shoes than I do (and I own FAR TOO MANY shoes) and his tendency to worry about his hair (for example: "I don't have THOSE kind of headphones on my mp3 player because they would mess up my hair before work") and his, well, red sweater. And then there was the fact that he did not (could not) emote. At. All. Just couldn't.
After a string of promised calls that failed to occur, I finally called him and said "I am coming over to get my things" after three months of dating. I arrived, and he told me his father had cancer. He just found out. I felt like an idiot. But. This did not change the fact that he'd been treating me like crap or the fact that he did not emote about his father. Not at all. I wasn't even afforded the ability to play supportive sort-of girlfriend. Nothing. When I got there, he said "Hey! It's been a long time, hasn't it?" and then we talked in his hallway for a bit, after which we proceeded down to his bedroom where he hadn't even bothered to stash his porn. We small talked. It was agony. I kept trying to break up with him but didn't know what to say. Then his roommate appeared at the door and invited us for burritos. Smitten said "Sure!" so we went for burritos. He bought mine. Confusing. Back at his place he ignored me while reading Rolling Stone (which was kind of ok, because it was the best 100 albums ever or something). Finally I said "I should go" and "Can I please have my stuff?"
After getting my books and Outkast CDs, I said "Smitten, I am not calling you anymore." And he yelled "Well, if that's the way you want it!" and I said "The way *I* want it? *You're* the one who doesn't call, who doesn't care, who doesn't tell me what's going on. *I* like you, but *you* are forcing this to happen." Then we fought. Well, *I* fought, and basically held him responsible for the sins of all men (mainly my evil ex-boyfriend - funny how these things flare up at inopportune times) and he said "I bet you think I'm making a big mistake, don't you?" I, of course, agreed. Because the thing about this sort of guy is that girls find them incredibly difficult to date. As a woman, you have to be immensely patient and giving and low maintenance to put up with a man who gives you nothing, shows nothing, and basically gets by on the fact that you find him interesting and quirky enough to allow him to be in your life despite the fact that he tortures you without realizing it. This sort of girl is rare. I am, sadly, this sort of girl. An emotional freak drawn endlessly to narcissistic men I think I can change. I agreed with him and told him he had no idea how lucky he was, which was actually the truth. I was too good for him. I knew that.
Hence the song. I'd actually been writing it before this happened. After I cried for no good reason he said "I can call you a cab if you'd like." I lost it and said "I'm not FINISHED!" and he said "I can pay for it" and I said "A real man would either drive me home or offer for me to stay on the couch. Don't f-cking do me any favors" and I yelled "F you!" and slammed the door in his metrosexual face. Unnecessary drama, but I had to supply enough for two people since he is incapable of responding to anything. So Lucky - it's a song about wanting to be shown by the person you're with that they value you - through tenderness, sex, rage. Show ANYTHING. This boy gave me nothing. That's always the way it is with me.
Lyrics:
This uncertainty prevents me from being as sparkly
As I'd like to be
I want you to ravish me
Then I'd know that you want me
I'd like you to
Do you think you're lucky?Don't you know you're lucky?
I want you to assualt me
Then I'd know that you find me interesting
I'd like you toDo you think you're lucky?Don't you know you're lucky?I'd kill to adore youTo leak into and around you
I'd like to
Do you think you're lucky?Don't you know you're lucky?
I'd kill to adore you
To leak into and around you
I'd like to
Do you think you're lucky? Don't you know you're lucky?
Genre: Emo
Date: November 2003
Description:
This is a song called "Lucky" - I recorded this back in November. Pardon the quality - something went wrong in the upload. I am just trying this as a test to see if I can post audio, and then I can start going nuts with the song journal.
Nevertheless, this is a song about MP who I was dating at that time. A friend of mine called him "Smitten," because I was, well, smitten. This rarely happens to me - it's been a while since I've noticed anyone. I was smitten from the moment I met him when he gave me a copy of a Radiohead Live bootleg from the concert we both attended in August 2003 at the Tweeter Center, the concert that basically changed my life and got me out of my year-long funk.
Smitten was adorable - the thing that was most adorable about him was that he had this secret obsession with the paranormal and all things bizarre, such as spontaneous combustion and Bigfoot. He was an expert on both. He tried to hide it because he was neurotic about being labeled a dork, but I found it endearing. It's actually what sold me on him.
There were things about him that were weird - like the fact that he owned far more pairs of shoes than I do (and I own FAR TOO MANY shoes) and his tendency to worry about his hair (for example: "I don't have THOSE kind of headphones on my mp3 player because they would mess up my hair before work") and his, well, red sweater. And then there was the fact that he did not (could not) emote. At. All. Just couldn't.
After a string of promised calls that failed to occur, I finally called him and said "I am coming over to get my things" after three months of dating. I arrived, and he told me his father had cancer. He just found out. I felt like an idiot. But. This did not change the fact that he'd been treating me like crap or the fact that he did not emote about his father. Not at all. I wasn't even afforded the ability to play supportive sort-of girlfriend. Nothing. When I got there, he said "Hey! It's been a long time, hasn't it?" and then we talked in his hallway for a bit, after which we proceeded down to his bedroom where he hadn't even bothered to stash his porn. We small talked. It was agony. I kept trying to break up with him but didn't know what to say. Then his roommate appeared at the door and invited us for burritos. Smitten said "Sure!" so we went for burritos. He bought mine. Confusing. Back at his place he ignored me while reading Rolling Stone (which was kind of ok, because it was the best 100 albums ever or something). Finally I said "I should go" and "Can I please have my stuff?"
After getting my books and Outkast CDs, I said "Smitten, I am not calling you anymore." And he yelled "Well, if that's the way you want it!" and I said "The way *I* want it? *You're* the one who doesn't call, who doesn't care, who doesn't tell me what's going on. *I* like you, but *you* are forcing this to happen." Then we fought. Well, *I* fought, and basically held him responsible for the sins of all men (mainly my evil ex-boyfriend - funny how these things flare up at inopportune times) and he said "I bet you think I'm making a big mistake, don't you?" I, of course, agreed. Because the thing about this sort of guy is that girls find them incredibly difficult to date. As a woman, you have to be immensely patient and giving and low maintenance to put up with a man who gives you nothing, shows nothing, and basically gets by on the fact that you find him interesting and quirky enough to allow him to be in your life despite the fact that he tortures you without realizing it. This sort of girl is rare. I am, sadly, this sort of girl. An emotional freak drawn endlessly to narcissistic men I think I can change. I agreed with him and told him he had no idea how lucky he was, which was actually the truth. I was too good for him. I knew that.
Hence the song. I'd actually been writing it before this happened. After I cried for no good reason he said "I can call you a cab if you'd like." I lost it and said "I'm not FINISHED!" and he said "I can pay for it" and I said "A real man would either drive me home or offer for me to stay on the couch. Don't f-cking do me any favors" and I yelled "F you!" and slammed the door in his metrosexual face. Unnecessary drama, but I had to supply enough for two people since he is incapable of responding to anything. So Lucky - it's a song about wanting to be shown by the person you're with that they value you - through tenderness, sex, rage. Show ANYTHING. This boy gave me nothing. That's always the way it is with me.
Lyrics:
This uncertainty prevents me from being as sparkly
As I'd like to be
I want you to ravish me
Then I'd know that you want me
I'd like you to
Do you think you're lucky?Don't you know you're lucky?
I want you to assualt me
Then I'd know that you find me interesting
I'd like you toDo you think you're lucky?Don't you know you're lucky?I'd kill to adore youTo leak into and around you
I'd like to
Do you think you're lucky?Don't you know you're lucky?
I'd kill to adore you
To leak into and around you
I'd like to
Do you think you're lucky? Don't you know you're lucky?
What a weekend....
It was one of those weekends. The kind where going into it you think you have nothing to do and you hate the world and don't want to spend the next 48 hours trying to entertain yourself. Then it surprises you (you go to your first fetish club! you buy your first ipod! you find that the best hip hop music being spun in Boston is actually in Cambridge at a place where you didn't even realize there was music!), and is interesting enough to convince you that you should start a blog. And better yet, a blog with songs about all of these mundane but enchanting things!
So now all I have to do is figure out how to put songs onto this blog. Hmmm.
So now all I have to do is figure out how to put songs onto this blog. Hmmm.
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