I like to keep lists of things. Even more, i love to enumerate just how much i love said things on said lists. One such list is that of every CD i own. In times of boredom i go through it and rearrange my collection based on sheer love, whether or not i sing along, replay value, and recent listens. Bonus points are awarded to albums that i often sing or play on guitar. So, that’s what those current CD’s are. Obviously a few favourites got left out due to my ranking system; the days of the immaculate collection have come and gone, but i have been crushing heavily on Madonna recently. Otherwise, Pawn is one of the better CD’s in my collection, choirgirl will never leave the top10, and mulvey and difranco always have one cd on the list. Beautiful Creature is a disarmingly good album, elastica is my lo-fi alternative to garbage when i need a teeny break (oh, and they’re incredible. Do you want to go to their concert with me?), and veruca salt’s cd is just good [at parts]. And, some idiot tv commerical has been playing bowie’s “watch that man,” which is about all it takes to get me to pop in Aladdin Sane.
But, speaking of Elastica, have you ever listened to their first album? I can’t even describe it to you. First of all, Elastica has no preconceived notions about choruses, bridges, guitar tone, or the length of songs. My favourite song on their album is 1:33 long, and i tend to listen to it in quantities of ten. Their sound ranges from bopping poppy punk, to slow build guitar solos, to songs that are just great. With 16 tracks packed into 40 minutes i can get a little lost regarding the names of the middle eight, but i do know i like every one of them. Especially intriguing (especially when viewed as part of the whole album) is “Indian Song,” which contains (sometimes all at once) a slightly eastern throb, distorted electric guitar riffing, hand claps, slightly multi-tracked vocals, and an rhythm guitar that i can’t quiet put my finger on. Sorta Kula Shaker-y, i suppose. I find it interesting since is launches the album into some of its more punk songs. But i digress. If you are a fan of slightly at-times low-fi rock, UK guitar rock (blur, garbage, sleeper), or female lead bands, go buy this album! If you’re as smart as me you’ll be able to find it used for less then $8, which just adds to the lo-fi vibe. Run, don’t walk! Ahh… and now All-Nighter is on…
Speaking of Elastica, can i just say that music in America sucks fat hairy ass? Elastica’s new album has been out for months overseas, and it came out in the US last week. LAST WEEK!!! I realize that they never had a huge hit in america, but Elastica is a damned good band who toured heavy to earn an american following (and who have made another great hard-to-peg album). Yet, they aren’t pop (obviously), and aren’t really in any current radio format, so they’re useless to their original lable Geffen. Meanwhile, what has Geffen got going for them right now? The owner of a local record store stopped by the coffee shop today and said he thought the awesome Weezer may have been dropped from Geffen as well. How stupid do you have to be to drop Weezer? I can’t even imagine what’s running through David Geffen’s head right now. Not to mention the little mutiny that Courtney started recently. All hands on deck! Geffen is sinking fast! (:
current top10 cds
1.fiona apple ~ When The Pawn…
2.tori amos ~ from the choirgirl hotel
3.peter mulvey ~ The Trouble With Poets
4.madonna ~ The Immaculate Collection
5.ani difranco ~ To The Teeth
6.tracy bonham ~ Down Here
7.david bowie ~ Aladdin Sane
8.juliana hatfield ~ Beautiful Creature
9.elastica ~ Elastica
10.veruca salt ~ resolver
Sometimes i find myself with free time on my hands, just staring at my website. Since my site is very much based on content that is in some way artistic, i often have the will to work on it but nothing to work on. New layouts are always fun, but i don’t usually have graphics on hand to do them with. In fact, my site was never graphics intensive (aside from the IF backgrounds) in any of its incarnations. Right now i am at a sort of impasse: i am working on new songs but not ready to demo any of them, i have no new poetry, and this is the currently active part of Crush. What i am working on right now is some fiction, both totally original and fan-fic. Expect to see a section for it coming soon. Otheriwse, i am hoping the new school year will bring some inspiration along with its hustle and bustle.
I am UnionBay’s whore. Perhaps they have quite a few floating around, but i definitely rank rather high on the list. I bought my first UB shirt way back in 8th grade, when “Undone” by Weezer first hit the radio. The shirt was soon followed, almost coincidentally, by another shirt. Realizing that i liked both shirts, soon jeans were bought to accompany them. Not long thereafter i began my high school carreer, and Freshmen year was outfitted in corduroy and flannel, comfy and big enough to obscure my skeltal frame. Sophmore year began my love of sparkly things, but i still stuck by UnionBay and made sure to obtain both their simple and sporty T’s, carge khaki pants, and their fun polyester retro shirts. Freshman year of college was dotted with more khaki, long sleeved T-shirts, and trendy, baggy pants with snaps and pull strings. I couldn’t tell you why i am so obsessed with UB clothing; i ridicule people who dress only from Gap, Nike, or Tommy Hill. While their clothing amkes people a walking billboard or manequin, i feel as though my style simply collides with UB enough to make it practical to buy their clothing. To be sure, there are items in the UB collection that i find either hideous or totally impractical, and i’ll be the first to admit it. However, almost everything they’ve ever made magically matches everything else, and i know exactly how their clothes will fit me. Today i came home with a pair of jean shorts that don’t fall off my ass and the most wonderful shiny jeans ever made. Already i am coordinating these new items with older parts of the UB catalogue in my head. One day, when i am a burgeoning rock star, i hope that they’ll sponsor my tour. Especially since i’ll assuredly be wearing their clothes at almost every casual appearance along the way.
Now that all that bitchiness is out of my system…
In the time since college started i have spent less than one month inside my own house. And, i can tell you, most of that month [which was spread over the entire year] was miserable. Over Thanksgiving break i had to bring my computer home to work on a paper, over Christmas break i was sicker than i’ve been in years, and for spring break i had my wisdom teeth out. So, i admantly refused to come home for summer. I got my Orientation job, which assured me housing for the entire summer term. I eventually began my apartment search. I did all the right things. However, i am posting this from my house. I get sucked in, to watch a movie, to feed the cat, to pick up something i need. And every time i get sucked in i spend my time here or leave miserable. I am miserable right now. Happily, this only has to do with my mother in that she makes me stress out more than anyone else alive. Otherwise, we get along well. Right now i feel as though i could explode from random stress, and i can’t even go to my favourite sites because i don’t have them bookmarked here. So, i’m miserable and not even tired and i still have to go back to the dorm before i can go to work tomorrow because i only wore flip-flops home and i need to wear shoes for work. Blah.