I know it’s important during week four to keep up the fight, the resolve, the rah-rah-rah, but here on week four, day four, I have woken up with a serious case of Picket Lung.
That’s the Radiohead song Laura House and I wrote yesterday while we walked, because we picket in a very active construction zone. (To be fair, I kept making her come up with more lyrics with me, while she marveled, “Wow, you’re really going with this thing, huh? Joke’s kinda…. okay!”)
If Thom Yorke walked our line, perhaps we’d get to hear: Continue reading
Song: “You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go”
I’m starting to get concerned with the amount of breezy, semi-adult contemporary music that has become part of my collection.
Just got back from seeing Inside Man, or The Inside Man, or whatever it is. It doesn’t matter. I wanted to see it because Clive Owen is amazing, and if the entire movie was him doing that first monologue straight to the camera I would have been much more entertained.
Consequently, about half an hour into the movie I started thinking about writing this entry.
There’s a scene that’s in the trailer, so I’m not spoiling anything, where the bad guys make everybody in the bank strip to their underwear. This taps into something I’ve never talked about here, mostly because it hasn’t come up. I recently confessed my this confession to a co-worker, and while he did give me the, “Every day I learn something weirder about you” look, he didn’t suggest I keep this neurotic fun fact to myself, so I’ll blame all of this on him.
The scene confirmed my fear, and let me know that it was a perfectly normal, rational thought to have each morning.
When I get dressed, I always think, “Is this what I want to be seen in when the bad guys bust into the building and force us to strip down to our underwear?” Continue reading
Song: “Would You Come With Me”
If Jenny Lewis is the object of my raging girl crush, Blake Sennett is the boy I would have actually dated in high school.
I have blown my voice out a number of times singing this song at the top of my lungs. It was in a sketch we did for about a year, where I was pleading through song to stop a break-up in the front seat of a car. It was the only sketch I wrote that my troupe did for a length of time.
Song: “Love Me So Bad”
I wanted to find a way to let you hear one of his songs, so that you had no choice but to buy the album right now. Do yourself a favor and do it anyway, before you’re kicking yourself later when everybody else is telling you how talented this guy is. Continue reading
I wanted this song at my wedding during the pre-show music Adam played (“So go on mister, make Miss me Mrs you.”), but stee said the lyric right before that, “I can not quite, but nearly / Guarantee, a divorce,” was kind of inappropriate. Point taken. But the way that girl wails “I love you” made me stop what I was just working on to come over here and give a little Zero 7 love. Continue reading