Three Things: The Music Edition

There are three things exciting me lately about music.

1. Thom Yorke and Flea are teaming together to record an album together under the moniker Atoms for Peace.  They will also be joined by Radiohead’s drummer, so it’s essentially a supergroup.

This is muy exciting.

2. I go through phases where I love listening to Alt Nation and when I think all the songs on there suck. Right now, I’m in the phase where I’m enjoying the songs.  I really love this one:

The refrain is so pretty and bittersweet.

3.  I saved the best for last and I’m about to nerd out big-time here and potentially embarrass myself but I don’t care, because

DAVE GROHL IS RETURNING TO QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE TO DRUM WITH THEM FOR ANOTHER ALBUM.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I found this out on Election Night and it was almost more exciting than the news that Obama was winning.

Foo Fighters went on hiatus and that bummed me out a bit since they haven’t hit Texas yet as part of their tour. But they’ve been touring for awhile and I’m sure they needed a break.  I’m just really glad I was able to see them in Philly last year (the concert was on November 10, 2011…so literally, it’s been almost a year. Wow).  I was really hoping that Dave would get back in the studio with Them Crooked Vultures, so I was pretty surprised to hear that he was re-teaming with QotSA.  Not that I’m complaining or anything, because the album he did with them is awesome.

I’m going to try very hard not to sound like such a fan girl, but GUYS, Dave Grohl is the reason why I started playing drums in the first place, and I’ve been really hoping I’d have another chance to see him drum in concert.  And now it looks like I have that chance.  The album should be out next year, and I’m sure there will be tour dates associated with the release of the album, which means I get to watch him drum, which means

::fangirl explosion::

On a related note, Michael is having me learn “No One Knows,” a song I’ve been wanting to learn for a long time.  It’s pretty easy and straightforward until it gets to the chorus.

I’m going to be working on this one for awhile, is all I’m saying.

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Three Things – The “Oh God, Is It Friday Yet?” Edition

I am trying to keep a positive outlook on this week, even though I’m pretty sure it’s physically impossible to complete all the work I have slated to do before a deadline on Friday.  (I’m still working and it’s 11:15…so yeah).  Naturally, it’s time to procrastinate and talk about music, YAYYY!

1. Rush, “Subdivisions”

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I have to admit, I was not a Rush fan for a long, long time.  I’m only slowly starting to get into them.  Boyfriend is a huge fan so I’ve had more exposure to them because of him.  Also, I am starting to appreciate more and more what an amazing drummer Neil Peart is. (I’m smart enough now to understand that I am nowhere near the level where I can play any Rush songs with even 25% proficiency.  One day, “Tom Sawyer.” One day.)

Anyway, I’ve been listening to this song a lot lately.

2.  Nelly Furtado, “Maneater”

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It’s very important to note that the first minute and a half of this video is absolutely useless, and that I get second-hand embarrassment from Nelly Furtado’s “dancing” in this video.  Also, it’s different from the album version at the end which I don’t like.

I’ve had the Loose album in my collection for several years now.  I know it’s her sellout album, but I don’t give a shit because it’s GREAT. Yes, I said it.  I love that album and I don’t even have any shame in saying it.  I have been listening to the album while running and it’s impossible not to strut along to it, especially with this song.

3.  The Airborne Toxic Event, “Changing”

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Alt Nation has been playing this song a lot lately, and I really like it.  Listening to the lyrics really reminds me of being younger in relationships and not knowing what I was doing, and wanting to change the person I was with to fit my own undefined idealizations of what a boyfriend should be.  I learned from those failures that you can’t change anyone, nor should you try.  Love is all about accepting someone as a complete package, not picking and choosing the traits you like.

This song can be extended to human relationships in general, like friendships and familial ties, not just romantic relationships. How much can you really change someone?  You really can’t, unless they want to change themselves. You just have to love someone for the person he is.

Three Songs: The “I Just Want to Write a Post” Edition

So I’ve had like five or six blog posts planned in my head and then I just don’t have the attention span to get them out.  It’s been a busy couple of weeks, but I’m not complaining.

So until I can make a proper entry, here are three songs in my head:

1.  

I am pretty much obsessed with this song. Their album was released in England but I’m unsure if it has hit the States. Anyway, I really dig what I’ve heard so far and really love this song.

2.  

Bob Welch died today.  I can’t say I’m a huge fan who owns his discography; I really know just this song and a song he did when he was with Fleetwood Mac called “Hypnotized” (which is a fantastic song, check it out.)  But I’ve always loved “Sentimental Lady,” even when I was a kid; hearing it on the radio just makes me happy.  RIP.

3.  

I can’t get the intro of this song out of my head.

Three Things: Things to Make a Monday Cheery

It’s always tough to return to work after a relaxing weekend off.  Here are three things that have made my Monday tolerable.

1.  Sunny, awesome weather

Texans relish spring weather because it will be the last comfortably warm days we’ll have until, like, November . It’s especially pretty around here, because all the spring flowers are blossoming, which means BLUEBONNETS!

Ok, so I totally just took a stock photo from the internet, but it looks like this.

I went for a walk in the park this weekend, and I passed by at least four or five families taking pictures of their adorable children among the bluebonnets.  It was already a cliche by the time I passed the last family.

The walk in the park was quite lovely, too. I saw snakes swimming in the water, cardinals, ducks, a goose, lizards, and anoles.

2.  Mad Men returns!

I didn’t watch Mad Men last night, so was eagerly anticipating it today.  It’s okay so far.  I think 2 hours may be a little long for a premiere, and some of the more interesting characters haven’t appeared yet (i.e. WHERE IS BETTY DRAPER?)  But the makeup and fashion is still a treat.  For instance, we must talk about Megan’s hair:

Want her hair, WANT WANT WANT. Hi Don.

Like, if I haven’t been trying so desperately hard to grow my hair for the past year, I would totally want this hairstyle.  Except while it makes her look sophisticated, it will probably make me look like a prepubescent girl.  I’m glad her hair is so awesome, because now I won’t miss having blonde hair whenever Betty Draper comes on screen (WHERE IS SHE?)

3.  Sweet Leaf Iced Tea

I’ve been living in my beloved city for four (!) years now, and one of the cliches I’ve picked up is loving the shit out of Sweet Leaf Iced Tea.  I first tried it at ACL back in 2008, and I remember I wasn’t too impressed with it.  I tried it again last year and thought, “Okay, this is not too bad.” And then like many things I’m initially lukewarm about, I started liking it.  And by liking it, I mean ADDICTION.

SERIOUSLY, I COULD DRINK LIKE 10 OF THESE A DAY IF I DIDN'T HAVE SUCH SELF-CONTROL

My fridge is well stocked with Sweet Teas.  The other flavors are decent but none holds my heart like the Mint and Honey.  If you have the chance, TRY IT.

DO IT.

Okay, I guess I’ll watch the end of this season premiere.  SERIOUSLY, BETTY, THIS SHOW COULD USE SOME OF YOUR AWESOME BITCHINESS RIGHT NOW.

Three Things: The Music Edition

1.  I’ve been listening to a lot of the Beatles lately.  I go through phases where I listen obsessively to an artist; last fall, it was Queen.  In the winter, it was Jeff Buckley.  Now I’m using the Beatles to welcome spring.

When I was a little younger, I was very proud of the fact that I didn’t get the hype about the Beatles.  “They’re catchy,” I would say, “but overrated.”  Now that I actually know and care more about music, I completely disown that opinion.

I know that this puts me in the category of, like, every teenager ever (“OMG, nobody loves them like I do! I hope no one else discovers them!111!!!!”)

I think I mentioned in a post last week that I was listening to the shit out of Magical Mystery Tour.  I think it eclipsed Abbey Road as one of my favorite albums of theirs.  It’s a hard choice.  Just their music has been so soothing to me lately. I feel like the lyrics to some of their songs narrate my life like a soundtrack; it’s perfection.  And I will find new meaning in songs I’ve heard a million times before.  Like “Let It Be?”

I bet you all are grateful that I posted this song since it’s TOTALLY NOT A HUGELY POPULAR SONG OR ANYTHING.  Anyway, I’ve heard this song a million times in my life but sometimes all it takes it just opening your mind to hearing it a different way.  I found myself feeling a visceral emotional response to it, especially the line, “And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shines on me.” It’s rare for me to get emotional over a song, but I found myself tearing up over that line.  It’s just so moving.

Yes, internet, there are times where I feel emotionally vulnerable. Like anytime I watch something from Pixar.  NEXT.

2.  Today I went to music lessons.  I’m at the drum solo part on “Tom Sawyer.”

I can’t find a good video where Neil Peart is doing the solo himself, so skip to 2:30 in this video if you want to see it. Yeah? It kind of makes me want to cry.

The fact that I made it that far into the song says nothing about my actual skill level, because this song is so ridiculously beyond my skill level that the fact that I even wanted to learn it is laughable.  It’s like a kid getting a microscope for Christmas and then deciding he’s going to find the cure for cancer before his next birthday.

Of the part I have “learned” so far, I can play maybe half of it.  Then I fudge the rest of it, especially the fills.

The solo though? No. No. No.  I can’t help keeping a “DEAR GOD, WHY?” look on my face when my teacher performs it for me.

It’s going to be awhile before I learn it, is what I’m saying. And by awhile, I mean, maybe after I turn thirty.

3.  You know those days when you turn on the radio, and it’s playing all the songs you love? That happened to me this morning.

I don’t give a fuck what you all think about Foreigner, I love some of their songs. Some. Like this one, and “Hot Blooded.” I even like some cheesy 80’s Foreigner (though I hate “I Want to Know What Love Is” with every fiber of my existence).

3a.  Bonus: this is my Facebook profile pic right now.

 Is this not an awesome picture?  Dave has inspired me in many ways, and continues to do so now…I will be a better drummer! I will run again! I am using too many exclamation points! This is the part where where someone yells, “WIN ROCKY, WIN!” and I run up the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art (WHICH I HAVE TOTALLY DONE, BY THE WAY.)

Three Things: The Leap Day Edition

Happy Leap Day!  February has been quite eventful.  Let’s see what March has in store.

1.  RIP, Davy Jones.  This song will always be one of those in the category of, “OH SHIT, TURN UP THE RADIO!”

2.  Do you ever hear a song and it gives you instant nostalgia for your current existence?

Hearing this song makes me think of late last fall, maybe mid-November, when I was stuck in a construction trailer for work.  It makes me think of the New Year, of drives through quiet country roads on sunny winter days and, for some inexplicable reason, my mother.

I love this song.

3.  Yeah, this post is all about music, DEAL WITH IT.

I know this song’s lyrical content makes it technically sad (basically it’s all, “You are kind of a bitch because you just left me THANKS WHORE”), but man! It sounds so happy! Like, it’s impossible to listen to it without wanting to dance to it.

Three Things: Sketches From the Field

I.  I was putting samples away when I heard the bark. I turned around to see a large dog resembling a pit bull.  He was barking furiously at me. I froze.  I had been told stray dogs were around this property, but I hadn’t seen one until now.  The neighbors adjacent to the property kept their dogs chained up. The dogs barked all day, with sad, frantic barks that made my coworker and I think they were abused.  As the dog growled menacingly at me, I wondered if he was from the property next door and had somehow escaped.

When I was in high school, my dad and I were completing one of our early morning runs when a pack of dogs started running after us.  My dad had dropped his voice to a growl and said forcefully, “GET OUT OF HERE.”  The dogs scattered.  “You can’t show fear,” he had said afterward.  “They sense it.”

As the dog barked at me, I thought about that encounter and considered my options – would I have enough time to jump in the truck if he decided to charge at me?  Channeling my dad with all my might, I straightened my shoulders, dropped my voice, and shouted, “GET OUT OF HERE.”

The dog continued barking, so a whole lot of good that did.

I tried again, but even I could sense the weakness in my voice.  Finally, mustering my strength, I lowered my voice to a low register and bellowed, “GET OUT OF HERE.”

The dog stopped barking and looked at me.  Then it retreated with its tail between its legs.

Not gonna lie – that kind of made me feel like a badass.

II.  I went inside the gas station to purchase ice.  It was shady-looking on the outside, with bars hanging ominously on the windows.  Inside, the red decorations did nothing to brighten up the place.  Greasy food sat unappealingly on the counter, waiting to make the person to eat it miserable. “Oh God, don’t ever eat there,” my coworker had warned me. “No, no, no, no, no.”

As I purchased the ice, the cashier looked at me, and pointed at my sweatshirt, which bore the name of my alma mater.  “Is it okay that you’re missing school today?” she asked with apparent concern.

I couldn’t help smiling.  I told her that I’m no longer in school, adding, “I’m 27.”  “Oh my gosh,” she said, surprised.  “You look so young!”

When I’m out in the field, I don’t wear any makeup, so I do look much younger.  The older I get, the more I crave this mistaken youth.  I will be 28 in the summer; I know this isn’t old. I know this.  But I look at my face and see trace signs of laugh lines and crinkles around my eyes, despite the anti-aging creams I use. If I purchase alcohol, getting carded is no longer a guarantee.  Stubborn strands of white are starting to appear amongst my dark hair. I was at my alma mater a couple of weeks ago and when I visited the library, I couldn’t get over just how young everyone looked. Then I realized that these students had been in elementary school when I had started college ten years ago.

So if someone thinks I’m still in college?  I’ll take it.

III.  If you get along with the person you’re working with, you’ll talk. A lot.  You really get to know your coworker during these trips.  Only once did I have a terrible working experience, where silences punctuated our bickering. But most of the time, I really enjoy the time I spend with a coworker out in the field.  You will hear travel stories, confessionals, salacious bits of gossip about coworkers.

Eventually, the job will tire you and conversation lulls.  This is the perfect time for self-reflection, especially since you usually are out in the middle of an empty field. I can’t say that it’s always the most scenic-looking field.  But there might be a cow or horse keeping you company, and you find yourself staring at the empty expanse of land in front of you.  The sun might be sitting prettily in the sky, and you realize you are grateful to be out here, in the middle of nowhere, reviewing what you’ve done with your life to get yourself here, right now, in the middle of this field.

The field, if you haven’t guessed, is the perfect setting to think deep thoughts – when you aren’t working, of course.

As I sat on my bucket, waiting to take my samples, I allowed myself to be lost in my thoughts.  Like many people, I wear multiple hats and I try my best to balance the multiple roles I juggle in life.  I strive to be a good daughter, an awesome sister, a loving girlfriend, a loyal friend, a hardworking employee, a dedicated runner, an interesting writer, a competent musician.  No matter how hard I try, I can’t occupy these roles with perfection all at once.  I struggle to find harmony between my roles to make everyone happy, and I cannot.  It bothers me when I can’t.

But it all goes back to Radiohead – “If you can try the best you can, the best you can is good enough.”