current state of mind: serenely anxious
The sun was always in her eyes
She didn't even see me
But that girl had so much love
She'd wanna kiss you all the time
~ ‘She Had the World’ by Panic! at the Disco
Best quote evah! -- “Everyone knows MySpace has fallen on hard times in recent years. It's almost uncool to make fun of it -- like kicking a kid while he's down.”*
*If you really want to read the entire article from October, 2010 you can on CNN.com. http://articles.cnn.com/2010-10-27/tech/myspace.revamp_1_myspace-myspace-social-network?_s=PM:TECH
Lately I have been allowing Rhapsody.com suggest what music I like. The three most recent suggestions have actually been pretty insightful.
- · Best Coast -- The Only Place
- · Ingrid Michaelson – Be Ok
- · Tenacious D – Rize of the Fenix
Coincidentally, K-Shrub also recently suggested Ingrid Michaelson to me. I am not going to write any album reviews; but I will say wholeheartedly that the girl from Best Coast may be channeling her lyrics directly from my brain. This album is able to say what is flowing through my brain better than I am. Plus she seems to have insomnia issues too – (i.e. “Up All Night”). Perhaps it’s because she has musical accompaniment. I need a band of merry minstrels to follow me around while I think and speak. Does anyone know where I can find a band of merry minstrels in this town? Maybe my Droid knows. I’ll ask it . . . though it NEVER understands what I am saying. There really should be humans listening to those utterances and transcribing them. Oh wait . . . there are! That’s right, folks. If you talk to your phone, someone is listening. So next time you vocally search for “What does a bowel obstruction feel like?”, know that those words have been beamed to a satellite for processing. Maybe you could just type the letters out. Just a thought!
Something interesting about Ingrid Michaelson is her last name. When I was in 8th grade, I met a boy named Greg Michaelson in Washington, DC. He was a handsome blonde from Ventura, California. We exchanged addresses. I think he wrote me one letter. 14 year old boys are not the best correspondents. Trust me, I know. I claim one as my son.
Lastly, I just realized that the band “The Black Keys” doesn’t spell its name as “the Black Keyes”. Wow! I don’t know why I assumed the latter. I wonder how many other times I have made similar mistakes. Not cool, man. Not cool!
PERSONAL NOTE: I tried your suggestion. It isn’t helping me focus.
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: I am doing the best that I can.