Friday, October 31, 2008

Songs of the Moment

Every now and then, I'll start to fall deeply in love with individual songs that I thusly begin to exhaustively play on repeat until I reach a certain level of auditory satisfaction. Some may argue that doing such a thing can cause the listener to eventually become sick of said song, but for me it's like an addiction. There are certain songs that dig under my skin and just float about in my head for weeks on end. At the moment, here are several tunes that have infected me such a drastic way:

Adele - "Chasing Pavements" I first heard this song when Adele performed it on SNL a few weeks ago. I dug her soulful voice and the funky and raw roughness when she belts. I also was intrigued by the lyrics and the pretty awesome premise brought up during the chorus. The whole concept of "chasing pavements" is pretty awesome and from a literary standpoint, I think it kicks major poetic butt.

Joshua Radin - "Today" This was the song that played during the beautiful wedding video from Ellen Degeneres and Portia di Rossi's boda [NOTE: I cry every goddamn time I watch that video]. I instantly fell in love with the song in the background and downloaded it immediately. Some of the most heartfelt and vulnerably beautiful lyrics I have heard in a very long time. It reminds me of a certain someone as well, which makes it even more special to me. It literally gives me da goosebumps at certain parts.

P!nk - "Funhouse" & "Bad Influence"Of course I had to buy P!nk's new disc when it came out on Tuesday. As I've been telling everyone, I braved a minor massive snowstorm that included down power lines, falling trees and detours adding up to approximately 45 extra minutes of driving. It was well worth it though. I'm totes digging her new jams, though this album is much more serious and somber than I'm Not Dead from a few years ago. Granted she DID just get divorced by her husband, motorcross superstarstud Carey Hart, so I understand the abundance of sadder tracks, but I love P!nk the most when she's having fun. These two tracks are just that - P!nk getting wasted and burning down houses. Not only are they two of the best songs on the album, but they are just plain better (and riskier) than a lot of what else is topping the charts this year. Kudos to P!nk...duh.

dredg - "The Canyon Behind Her" I've learned just to trust my sister when it comes to music. She has proven to be a musical guide for me, turning me onto astonishingly talented acts like Deftones, A Perfect Circle and Incubus, so it is no surprise that dredg should also follow in those bands footsteps and enter the endless chasm that is my musical taste. Their albums are seamless masterpieces that really should be listened to all the way through, but this track in particular is quite captivating. The distant guitar in the beginning leads into a thunderous barrage of drums and lyrical repetition. As it goes on it becomes almost hypnotic - it creates this ethereal aura that just is unrelenting in its desire to drag the listener deep into the song. Quite stunning.

Paris Hilton - "Paris for President"Last and definitely least is the token guilty pleasure of the bunch. This song is utterly ridiculous, as is the gooftastic video. I enjoy this song purely for its obnoxious lyrics and terrible "singing" from Paris Hilton. It's quite addicting though and kudos to Ms. Hilton for owning up to the campy and bizarre premise of her even having a music career in the first place.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Disgusting

As the rest of the world is, I am terribly disturbed and frustrated with the recent tragic events that have befallen Jennifer Hudson and her family. Being a J-Hud fan since way back during Idol days, I have long-been a devoted fan of her and her career, and what has happened to her family during these past few days is absolutely terrible and I am beyond disgusted that such events can occur. Though things like this happen every day all over the world, seeing it take place in the Hollywood limelight really just brings to mind how dangerous a time we live in.

This is a crazy and fucked up world.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

The walls are awash in a fresh coat of paint.

"Writers, I suspect, are in this way like cooks. We practice a craft whose value increases tenfold once its yield is shared and consumed. A notebook inside a cupboard is a cake languishing inside an oven long grown cold, unappreciated and in danger of being forgotten."

So this morning I finished Monique Truong's The Book of Salt, and I must say that I enjoyed it greatly. Heartbreaking and comical, engaging yet distancing, I found it to be a fully developed emotional roller coaster told through the eyes of sensitively endearing narrator. I'm very glad I read it and even more glad that I saw her when she came to read at the college. Next up is Chuck Palahniuk's Lullaby.

Oh...and a few days ago, I fell asleep while reading and I had the strangest dream where I actually met Gertrude Stein at a book signing. I remember telling her about Truong's novel and offering to lend her my copy, since it IS written partially about her life. I woke up and was a little freaked out.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Oil to get the gears going...

Yesterday, my alma mater (geeeez, don't I sound old?) had another installment of its visitor writer's series. It hosted the poet Joshua Beckman. Having never read anything by the man before attending, I was anxious to see what was in store, and might I just say that I was quite pleased with what I heard. Over the years Mr. Beckman received the title of a "rockstar poet", due to his "taking his poetry to the street" publicity mentality and his quite wild and free-flowing poetry styling. He has a book of poems out that falls into the vein of what I want to work on: many many many small two-five line poems that make a big statement out of very few words. I've been working on bite-size pieces like that for awhile. One poem of his in particular, called "Oh, atlas", I found to be particularly powerful and moving, even though it consists of under ten words.

Not only did I find his poetry to be moving and enjoyable, but he gave some great advice and insight into the path of becoming a poet. He detailed, after one student's inquiry about his life after college but before being published, a journey of dead-end jobs (his longest held job, he said, was only 7 months!), cheap living and lots of reading/writing. It was shockingly inspiring to hear an established poet comment on the frustrating and agonizing journey it takes to have your writing pay off. He was down-to-Earth and, though this may sound very corny, I am very inspired to continue with my writing and read read read, in hopes that one day, I too will have a means to share my poetry and an audience willing to lend me their eyes and ears.

For my information about Joshua Beckman, here is a link to his Poets.org page.

Monday, October 20, 2008

...and I cried a whole bunch.

So I saw The Secret Life of Bees last night, and I cried a lot. It was a good film, but definitely fell into the ulta-emotional swamp of melancholy that films like "Fried Green Tomatoes" and "Pay It Forward" get categorized in. Enjoyable and unspeakably draining, it sometimes got a little too heavy handed and relied more on throwing as much heartbreakingly painful material at the audience as possible than making a genuinely affective film, but still, I enjoyed it. Oh, and Jennifer Hudson was in it (+1 point) and she sang for four seconds in one scene (+3 points).

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Children vs. Parents - the Library Showdown

I am in the library today...one that I have never been in. My local redshoebox library is closed due to their desire to finally join the 20th century and automate their book catalogue. Good for them...bad for me. I thusly had to drive an extra ten minutes to go to the one in Pennington. Whatevs.

I'm sitting here, typing up some of the jotted and disjointed notes I have in my poetry notebook, when a tidal wave of small children came rushing by, followed by a less chipper and more heavy-footed brigaide of unenthused mothers with their hair tangled and deep bags under their eyes.

Three small boys decide to further torture their adult supervisors by running up and down through the shelves of dusty books: "Come on Lucas! We're playing secret agents!" Lucas obviously joins, forcing one of the mothers to enter the fray and try and rally them up. She is wearing a t-shirt that says "I am powerful" and even though it's purchase is noble in helping poverty-fighting organization CARE, in this situation, this heaving middle-aged woman seems to be nearly anything but powerful. She threatens to call the cops on the children (?!?) to which the kids don't start behaving, but instead begin to scream and cry and hide. It isn't until one of the librarians promises rubber stamp lady bugs on each of their pudgy little palms that they assemble like diligent little working ants at the front desk. They each receive a smear of smelly ink on their hands, and quietly exit the library. How wonderfully perplexing children are, and how even more interesting are their parents. When I (eventually) have kids, they are gonna kick a lot of ass and be the most well-behaved but incredibly awesome (and good-looking) children at school. If not, then I actually will call the police on them and arrest them for not promoting my good name to the extent that it should be.

And they better love P!nk,

and Aaliyah,

and cheesesteak pizza,

and kombucha,

and crappy horror movies,

and my poetry.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

My Reality Show

Two years ago, my best friend Val and I decided to create our own TV show. Basically just us running around yelling at people and talking about pop music, we were sure that it would become a national hit and would produce multiple seasons as well as a big screen adaptation and a poorly received duet cd. Sadly, due to lack of funding (aka us making all of this up in our heads and not actually taking a step to do any of it) our idea never got ff the ground. Years later I sit here reflecting on what our show could have been. And if it was up to me, this is what the cast of the show would have been...


Cast (clockwise from top left): Regina George, Christian Siriano, Kelly Osbourne, Valerie Chaikin, Saapyhri, Nicole Richie, Me, Cartman (as Hoochie Momma), Kathy Griffin


... ::sigh:: en mis sueƱos.....

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

That *squeaky* clean feeling!


Yesterday, while in Target, I purchased a Preserve Toothbrush. Loves it!