Paramour Sessions rambling
OK obviously this isn't going to have a lot of negativity throughout it since
you know I'm Fangirl and all, but I needed to practice my writing skills, so I
figured why not write a review. They say "write what you know" and so here you
go. My thoughts on Papa Roach's latest CD "The Paramour Sessions":
*******************************
In order to seriously review this CD, I had to shut out the world. I signed off
AIM, closed out Netscape and didn't take any phone calls. It's that serious. I
wanted to lose myself in every song and give it the full attention a
2-years-in-waiting CD deserved. I actually have listened to it prior to today.
But the first few times were hard because I just had too many distractions to
fully focus.
Going into this I already had an idea from band interviews that this record
would be different than anything we've heard on previous albums. But since
everything they've put out since 2000 has made it to my Top Ten, I knew I could
trust them to produce something I could add to the pantheon.
Starting off the CD is the single "To Be Loved." I've had mixed feelings about
the opening chant warning us to "put the pedal to the medal." But now to hear it
in context as an intro to the rest of this CD, it makes more sense. Once the
chorus kicks in, I challenge you not to chair dance. If you don't, you're a robot.
I witnessed the appeal firsthand when a Roach-ignorant crowd in Wisconsin
was singing along by song's end before the song had yet to see airplay.
The next song, "Alive", starts out with a snarling guitar slide then
blindsides you with a ferocious attack of chunky guitars and drums. After a
headbanging verse, the chorus thankfully leads you into a breakdown, giving you
a chance to catch your breath, only to have the second verse come back and
assault you again. When they play this song live, I just know I'm
going to be clinging onto the barricade for dear life praying I don't die. Oh
well. If that's how I'm gonna go, then so be it. By the way, "I'm addicted to
the misery in my head" has earned a place in my top Hottest Jacoby Vocal Moments
alongside the "Dead Cell" scream and basically all of "Harder than a Coffin
Nail". But my favorite thing about the song is the lyrics. Once again, they've
managed to give me the right song at the exact time I needed it in life.
Another favorite is "Forever." Coby's cry of "One last kiss before I go" sends
chills up my spine. But really the most moving of all the songs is "Roses on My
Grave". If you had suggested to me in 2000 that it'd be a good idea to have Coby
sing over a string arrangement, I would have played you "Thrown Away" and said
"Uh yeah. Right. Good luck with all that." But now to hear the dark romantic
lyrics soaring over the music, it makes me wonder why they never thought of it
before.
Earlier in the year I'd read that they'd been listening to Motley Crue and I
definitely hear the influence in a few songs. "What Do You Do" and "Reckless"
really recalls Dr. Feelgood-era Crue. I wonder if Kix made their playlists as
well, because the end of "My Heart is a Fist" totally sounds like "Don't Close
Your Eyes." Of course this is all meant to be a compliment, as you all know I
love me some 80s metal from time to time.
My least favorite songs on the CD are "Time is Running Out" and "No More
Secrets", mostly because I can't relate to the lyrics. Actually I'll just flat
admit that right now I have no idea what Jacoby is talking about in "No More
Secrets." Having said that, I used to feel the same way about the first line of
"Sometimes" on the last record. But after awhile I finally understood the meaning
and now feel he couldn't have expressed the thought any more clearly. So I figure
those tunes will just need some time to sink in.
The creative risks they took amount to many pleasant surprises in this record.
They've displayed more musicianship than before, incorporating acoustic guitar, piano,
percussion and backing vocals that add dimension to the music. Jacoby really
pushed himself vocally more than ever, and probably surprised even himself with how
far he could take them. This record really impressed me and I'm proud of them for taking
so many chances that clearly paid off.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
08-21-06 Foo Fighters
BANDS:
Foo Fighters
Opener: Frank Black (from the Pixies)
LOCATION:
Beacon Theatre, Broadway, NYC
PRICE:
About $59 before Ticketmaster charges
CONCESSIONS:
I bought this shirt at $25:
There were some others that were designed just for this acoustic tour, but I took to this one because I felt my predominantly black wardrobe could use a colorful boost. Also, I like it's random 70s feel. In fact, I like that vintage look so much that I may clean out their online inventory because that style is pretty prevalent among their collection in their online store. They sold a poster that I almost bought but couldn't because I didn't have enough cash on me. I wish I had paid attention to the details of the poster, because in searching their online store for that t-shirt graphic, I saw that all the posters are unique to each show, so that would have been a cool souvenir. They were sold for $25 and looked like this:
As far as parking rates go, this was another night of being financially raped by a NYC garage. Parking was $39. THIRTY-NINE MOTHERF'ING DOLLARS. The way I felt when I was told that price matched the pain I imagine Luca Brasi experienced when he had a knife jammed into his hand at the bar. (Godfather reference. If you didn't get that, then we need to talk.) Now look, I didn't have a choice. Don't sit there and think I'm a total novice Manhattan driver either; I scanned the area for street parking first. But I had a show to get to, so I just had to suck it up and pay their astronomical fee. Consider this warning my gift to you: when seeing a show at the Beacon, stay the hell away from the Beacon Garage on 75th and Broadway.
VIEW:
I had never been to the Beacon so I figured that since it was a typical theater, the floor slant would work to my advantage and I'd be able to see from the back. However, I had the misfortune of sitting behind someone with a big head, so my view of centerstage was blocked the entire show. Thanks to her, I had to crane my neck left and right all night and woke up with a sore neck. But I was so psyched just to be there, that Giganto Head didn't completely ruin the experience. As long as I could see Dave, I was cool.
PRE-SHOW VIBE:
I got there in the middle of Frank Black's set, so I had to find my seat in the dark. When I got to my row, a girl resembling Heather Matarazzo (lead in "Doll House") was in my seat. I looked at her ticket and told her she was actually in row Y, but she didn't seem to comprehend. I took the empty seat next to her and wondered if I could have been any clearer than "Your ticket says row Y. This is row V." I restrained myself from flinging her across the theater by her ponytail and relaxed to the chill music of Frank Black instead. After Frank, the pre-Foo music was Sun-era Johnny Cash.
ATTENDANCE:
Sold out and then some. People were spilling out the sides of the row, lining the walls and steps... just a giant blob of Foo-Lovers.
AUDIENCE:
Their demo is all over the place: old, young, parents, kids, trendy, indifferent. The only population not represented was probably those who would go apeshit for Paris Hilton's new CD.
WARDROBE/STAGE SET:
ARI RATING (ADRENALINE RUSH INDEX 1-10):
Frame of reference:
1= I sat in my chair motionless and felt no emotional connection
10= I walked out bruised and high off nothing but the energy of the show
I sat in my chair but came out high off the energy of the show. I'm not even sure what to score this one and I am the one who made up this freaking rating system.
SETLIST:
Razor
Over and Out
On The Mend
Walking After You
Marigold
My Hero
Next Year
Another Round
See You
Floaty
Virginia Moon
Cold Day in the Sun
Skin and Bones
Miracle
February Stars
Times Like These
encores:
Friend of a Friend
Best of You
Everlong
HIGHLIGHTS:
The show started with Dave alone onstage singing "Razor." Just before the end where it builds up, the rest of the Foos and their additional orchestra (a percussionist, violinist/vocalist, Pat Smear and keyboardist) joined him and when their parts kicked in, Dave went into headbang mode. That set set the tone of "Yes this is acoustic, but we're going to rock the hell out of these songs anyway."
Any time Dave talks is a highlight. After the second song, he warned us that it was going to be a long night because they have a lot of hits and he has a "Blabbermouth...dot net" which made me laugh. If you are reading this and don't get that site reference, then I'll address that in our sitdown after I school you on "The Godfather."
Before he played it, Dave mentioned that "Skin and Bones" was not a song on any CD. When he realized that some crowd members knew of the song, he accused them of being "Internet nerds." Then continued the teasing with "Post whore geeks!", "Apple Fuckers!" and what seemed to be his favorite: "Mac Ticklers!"
Before "Friend of a Friend", Dave told a story about his pre-famous days in Tacoma, Washington. He likened the smell of Tacoma to boiling a pot of broccoli and then taking a dump on top of it. I can only hope for Tacoma residents everywhere that he's just exaggerating.
For one of his solo encores, Dave said "Do you mind if I scream my head off for a little bit?" and launched into "Best of You." It never occurred to me that he would play it since it's a pretty rocked out song, so this was a bonus for me. As soon as he shot out of the cannon with "I've got another confession to make...", chills ran up my spine. This song touches so many nerves with me that I don't even want to discuss it here, because it'll turn into a whiny LiveJournal entry in 2 sentences flat.
LOWLIGHTS:
In what was supposed to be a treat for us, their lady violinist sang "Floaty", a song I'm not familiar with. I wasn't into her voice, but I seemed to be in the minority, so what do I know. However she redeemed herself when she took over for Norah Jones in "Virginia Moon." Giganto Head was also a lowlight.
DO YOU RECOMMEND THIS SHOW? (YES/NO-EXPLAIN):
Yes. Hello- Dave Grohl = Living Legend.
BONUS POST-SHOW EXCITEMENT:
Since this was a theater show in the city, the tour bus was parked right on the sidewalk so I knew I had a shot at meeting them. I waited through all the groupies and tagalongs, which included a very short Janeane Garafolo, until Taylor came out after about an hour (Chris, Nate and Pat didn't sign anything). Dave however kept us waiting another hour, finally appearing at 1am. But for me, this was worth the wait. Even though I had a super fast exchange with him, it really lifted my spirits because I've had a really weird month. You see? This is why I always put rock stars first: because they consistently bring me joy.
Anyway, here are their autographs:
Foo Fighters
Opener: Frank Black (from the Pixies)
LOCATION:
Beacon Theatre, Broadway, NYC
PRICE:
About $59 before Ticketmaster charges
CONCESSIONS:
I bought this shirt at $25:
There were some others that were designed just for this acoustic tour, but I took to this one because I felt my predominantly black wardrobe could use a colorful boost. Also, I like it's random 70s feel. In fact, I like that vintage look so much that I may clean out their online inventory because that style is pretty prevalent among their collection in their online store. They sold a poster that I almost bought but couldn't because I didn't have enough cash on me. I wish I had paid attention to the details of the poster, because in searching their online store for that t-shirt graphic, I saw that all the posters are unique to each show, so that would have been a cool souvenir. They were sold for $25 and looked like this:
As far as parking rates go, this was another night of being financially raped by a NYC garage. Parking was $39. THIRTY-NINE MOTHERF'ING DOLLARS. The way I felt when I was told that price matched the pain I imagine Luca Brasi experienced when he had a knife jammed into his hand at the bar. (Godfather reference. If you didn't get that, then we need to talk.) Now look, I didn't have a choice. Don't sit there and think I'm a total novice Manhattan driver either; I scanned the area for street parking first. But I had a show to get to, so I just had to suck it up and pay their astronomical fee. Consider this warning my gift to you: when seeing a show at the Beacon, stay the hell away from the Beacon Garage on 75th and Broadway.
VIEW:
I had never been to the Beacon so I figured that since it was a typical theater, the floor slant would work to my advantage and I'd be able to see from the back. However, I had the misfortune of sitting behind someone with a big head, so my view of centerstage was blocked the entire show. Thanks to her, I had to crane my neck left and right all night and woke up with a sore neck. But I was so psyched just to be there, that Giganto Head didn't completely ruin the experience. As long as I could see Dave, I was cool.
PRE-SHOW VIBE:
I got there in the middle of Frank Black's set, so I had to find my seat in the dark. When I got to my row, a girl resembling Heather Matarazzo (lead in "Doll House") was in my seat. I looked at her ticket and told her she was actually in row Y, but she didn't seem to comprehend. I took the empty seat next to her and wondered if I could have been any clearer than "Your ticket says row Y. This is row V." I restrained myself from flinging her across the theater by her ponytail and relaxed to the chill music of Frank Black instead. After Frank, the pre-Foo music was Sun-era Johnny Cash.
ATTENDANCE:
Sold out and then some. People were spilling out the sides of the row, lining the walls and steps... just a giant blob of Foo-Lovers.
AUDIENCE:
Their demo is all over the place: old, young, parents, kids, trendy, indifferent. The only population not represented was probably those who would go apeshit for Paris Hilton's new CD.
WARDROBE/STAGE SET:
ARI RATING (ADRENALINE RUSH INDEX 1-10):
Frame of reference:
1= I sat in my chair motionless and felt no emotional connection
10= I walked out bruised and high off nothing but the energy of the show
I sat in my chair but came out high off the energy of the show. I'm not even sure what to score this one and I am the one who made up this freaking rating system.
SETLIST:
Razor
Over and Out
On The Mend
Walking After You
Marigold
My Hero
Next Year
Another Round
See You
Floaty
Virginia Moon
Cold Day in the Sun
Skin and Bones
Miracle
February Stars
Times Like These
encores:
Friend of a Friend
Best of You
Everlong
HIGHLIGHTS:
The show started with Dave alone onstage singing "Razor." Just before the end where it builds up, the rest of the Foos and their additional orchestra (a percussionist, violinist/vocalist, Pat Smear and keyboardist) joined him and when their parts kicked in, Dave went into headbang mode. That set set the tone of "Yes this is acoustic, but we're going to rock the hell out of these songs anyway."
Any time Dave talks is a highlight. After the second song, he warned us that it was going to be a long night because they have a lot of hits and he has a "Blabbermouth...dot net" which made me laugh. If you are reading this and don't get that site reference, then I'll address that in our sitdown after I school you on "The Godfather."
Before he played it, Dave mentioned that "Skin and Bones" was not a song on any CD. When he realized that some crowd members knew of the song, he accused them of being "Internet nerds." Then continued the teasing with "Post whore geeks!", "Apple Fuckers!" and what seemed to be his favorite: "Mac Ticklers!"
Before "Friend of a Friend", Dave told a story about his pre-famous days in Tacoma, Washington. He likened the smell of Tacoma to boiling a pot of broccoli and then taking a dump on top of it. I can only hope for Tacoma residents everywhere that he's just exaggerating.
For one of his solo encores, Dave said "Do you mind if I scream my head off for a little bit?" and launched into "Best of You." It never occurred to me that he would play it since it's a pretty rocked out song, so this was a bonus for me. As soon as he shot out of the cannon with "I've got another confession to make...", chills ran up my spine. This song touches so many nerves with me that I don't even want to discuss it here, because it'll turn into a whiny LiveJournal entry in 2 sentences flat.
LOWLIGHTS:
In what was supposed to be a treat for us, their lady violinist sang "Floaty", a song I'm not familiar with. I wasn't into her voice, but I seemed to be in the minority, so what do I know. However she redeemed herself when she took over for Norah Jones in "Virginia Moon." Giganto Head was also a lowlight.
DO YOU RECOMMEND THIS SHOW? (YES/NO-EXPLAIN):
Yes. Hello- Dave Grohl = Living Legend.
BONUS POST-SHOW EXCITEMENT:
Since this was a theater show in the city, the tour bus was parked right on the sidewalk so I knew I had a shot at meeting them. I waited through all the groupies and tagalongs, which included a very short Janeane Garafolo, until Taylor came out after about an hour (Chris, Nate and Pat didn't sign anything). Dave however kept us waiting another hour, finally appearing at 1am. But for me, this was worth the wait. Even though I had a super fast exchange with him, it really lifted my spirits because I've had a really weird month. You see? This is why I always put rock stars first: because they consistently bring me joy.
Anyway, here are their autographs:
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Today on Sirius 9/22/06
9/22
The Used- Take It Away
I think this is the first time I've heard this song. I want to like
it more than I do, but I feel like it's too fast to keep up with.
If I were at a Used show and this song started up, the first thing Bert
would see is me running in the opposite direction of the stage as soon
as the pit-shoving began.
The Bronx- White Guilt
It doesn't really stand out amongst any of the other generic pop rock songs
out there, apart from the gravelly vocals. Do like the band name though.
30 Seconds to Mars- the Kill
At first I didn't give this band a shot in hell because well, an actor
was fronting the band and who wants anything to do with that. Plus the fact
that they were never on the radio helped me forget about them. But when I
first heard the opening digitalesque bouncy guitar riff of "Attack" it
immediately grabbed my attention. Any cool guitar intro will stop me in
my tracks. However more often than not, I am disappointed by the rest
of the song (see Keane, Rage Against the Machine). This second single
pretty much sounds like a sequel to "Attack", but since I liked "Attack", I like
this song too. The lyrics once again hit home. As if I need more "My love
life sucks" songs to listen to. random note: "Hole in the Earth" by
Deftones just came on and sounds just like both of 30's songs.
Flyleaf- I'm So Sick
I seriously thought this was Avril Lavigne. Is it her? No, for real- is it?
T. Rex- Bang a Gong
I always associate this song with Rikki Rockett from Poison.
Reason being when I was a wee lass, I read in Metal Edge that he
lost his virginity to that song. Yay glam rock!
Don Henley- Boys of Summer
It being the first day of fall, this song is really depressing the crap out of me.
I actually used to hate this song when it came out. That video was so boring
to me - Don riding around on the back of a car in black and white. All I wanted
from my videos at that time was flourescent pink glitter makeup and big hair.
For example, Whitney Houston's video for "How Will I Know" had so much eye
candy, I didn't know what to do with myself. Random paint streaks across
my TV screen choreographed to music? THAT'S what I'm talking about. Word.
Madonna- Open Your Heart
Leave it to Madonna to take a sweet song pleading for a chance at love and turn it into a
music video about a young boy who just wants to catch a glimpse of her 29 year old caboose.
Justin Timberlake-SexyBack
At first I thought Justin was chanting "Go Hed PE go". But somehow I really don't
think he's giving a shoutout to a nu-metal band. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to
take a moment to twerk it.
Angels and Airwaves-Do It For Me Now
Right now, this is THE song. The song that rips my heart out and hands
it back to me on each listen because it speaks to me all too clearly at
this moment. Like so many songs written since the beginning of time,
it's about a breakup. It's the stage where you are about to close the
book on it, but you just crave that one last romantic moment to hold on
to. If for no other reason than to know the relationship wasn't a total
waste of your time and there was something there worth cherishing. I
hope someone told Tom that there really isn't, because it was all based in
lies he told himself or else they'd still be together. Oh well. His lesson to learn.
The Used- Take It Away
I think this is the first time I've heard this song. I want to like
it more than I do, but I feel like it's too fast to keep up with.
If I were at a Used show and this song started up, the first thing Bert
would see is me running in the opposite direction of the stage as soon
as the pit-shoving began.
The Bronx- White Guilt
It doesn't really stand out amongst any of the other generic pop rock songs
out there, apart from the gravelly vocals. Do like the band name though.
30 Seconds to Mars- the Kill
At first I didn't give this band a shot in hell because well, an actor
was fronting the band and who wants anything to do with that. Plus the fact
that they were never on the radio helped me forget about them. But when I
first heard the opening digitalesque bouncy guitar riff of "Attack" it
immediately grabbed my attention. Any cool guitar intro will stop me in
my tracks. However more often than not, I am disappointed by the rest
of the song (see Keane, Rage Against the Machine). This second single
pretty much sounds like a sequel to "Attack", but since I liked "Attack", I like
this song too. The lyrics once again hit home. As if I need more "My love
life sucks" songs to listen to. random note: "Hole in the Earth" by
Deftones just came on and sounds just like both of 30's songs.
Flyleaf- I'm So Sick
I seriously thought this was Avril Lavigne. Is it her? No, for real- is it?
T. Rex- Bang a Gong
I always associate this song with Rikki Rockett from Poison.
Reason being when I was a wee lass, I read in Metal Edge that he
lost his virginity to that song. Yay glam rock!
Don Henley- Boys of Summer
It being the first day of fall, this song is really depressing the crap out of me.
I actually used to hate this song when it came out. That video was so boring
to me - Don riding around on the back of a car in black and white. All I wanted
from my videos at that time was flourescent pink glitter makeup and big hair.
For example, Whitney Houston's video for "How Will I Know" had so much eye
candy, I didn't know what to do with myself. Random paint streaks across
my TV screen choreographed to music? THAT'S what I'm talking about. Word.
Madonna- Open Your Heart
Leave it to Madonna to take a sweet song pleading for a chance at love and turn it into a
music video about a young boy who just wants to catch a glimpse of her 29 year old caboose.
Justin Timberlake-SexyBack
At first I thought Justin was chanting "Go Hed PE go". But somehow I really don't
think he's giving a shoutout to a nu-metal band. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to
take a moment to twerk it.
Angels and Airwaves-Do It For Me Now
Right now, this is THE song. The song that rips my heart out and hands
it back to me on each listen because it speaks to me all too clearly at
this moment. Like so many songs written since the beginning of time,
it's about a breakup. It's the stage where you are about to close the
book on it, but you just crave that one last romantic moment to hold on
to. If for no other reason than to know the relationship wasn't a total
waste of your time and there was something there worth cherishing. I
hope someone told Tom that there really isn't, because it was all based in
lies he told himself or else they'd still be together. Oh well. His lesson to learn.
Today on Sirius 8/31/06
8/31
Lionel Richie's new song-don't remember the title
Lionel is billed on the Sirius display as "Nicole Richie's Dad!"
*grabs gun and heads for Sirius headquarters*
The Chordettes-Lollipop
This is my first time really listening to the lyrics. After the mention
of "huckleberry, cherry or lime", I suddenly have the urge to raid my
Lifesavers stash for some juicy red goodness.
The Drifters- There Goes My Baby
Does anyone realize how wonderfully smooth Ben E King's voice really
is? He's seriously up there with Otis Redding in my book.
The Platters- Only You
Classic makeout song from 1955. I totally want to grab the next person
that walks by and plant one on them. Maybe not. I don't want a sexual
harassment case brought against me. Can you imagine? I'd blame the
Platters for my actions. It would go down in history like those cases
brought against Judas Priest and Ozzy Osbourne. While I was listening to
this song, I looked up the group's bio and read that their manager's name
was Buck Ram. If that doesn't sound like a porn star name, I don't know
what does.
Wu-Tang Clan- C.R.E.A.M.
Cash Rules Everything Around Me. Indeed.
Ice Cube/DAS EFX- Check Yo Self
Ha. I just wrote Ice Cub by accident. That'd be like the kid's cartoon
version of Cube. He'd be a gangster polar bear. OK that was just
terrible. Pretend you didn't read that.
Harry Chapin - Taxi
This song reminds me of my childhood, sitting in the backseat of our
red Toyota Celica on long road trips. Man this song is a downer. Even as
a kid I knew this song was depressing. Between this song and "Cats in
the Cradle" playing constantly during my impressionable years, Chapin
probably contributed to my jaded outlook on life now. Thanks for that
Harry. Thanks for pointing out how much life can suck to a 6 year old.
Take your 30,000 tons of bananas and go home.
Pussycat Dolls- Loosen Up My Buttons
This act sings the anthems of Spring Break Whores everywhere. What does
that say about me that I like this song? Do I have an internal Spring
Break Whore waiting to break out?! I think I just scared myself.
Christina Aguilera- Ain't No Other Man
I was a hater for many years. Almost 7 now. But somewhere along the way
I decided to cave in and admit that I like her. I still don't like the previous
incarnation "XTina" though. Anyhow, the arrangement for this is great. I just
said that to sound musically intelligent.
Yeah Yeah Yeahs- Gold Lion
This song has such a hot swagger to it, it makes me want to quit my job
and be a rock star. But for now, the only audience I'm comfortable
performing in front of are my two dogs. And frankly, I think they feel
completely awkward with the situation.
Papa Roach - To Be Loved
*sigh* Sooo catchy and sooo hot. I'm going to jump all of them when
they play this in concert. For real. And they'll like it.
Lionel Richie's new song-don't remember the title
Lionel is billed on the Sirius display as "Nicole Richie's Dad!"
*grabs gun and heads for Sirius headquarters*
The Chordettes-Lollipop
This is my first time really listening to the lyrics. After the mention
of "huckleberry, cherry or lime", I suddenly have the urge to raid my
Lifesavers stash for some juicy red goodness.
The Drifters- There Goes My Baby
Does anyone realize how wonderfully smooth Ben E King's voice really
is? He's seriously up there with Otis Redding in my book.
The Platters- Only You
Classic makeout song from 1955. I totally want to grab the next person
that walks by and plant one on them. Maybe not. I don't want a sexual
harassment case brought against me. Can you imagine? I'd blame the
Platters for my actions. It would go down in history like those cases
brought against Judas Priest and Ozzy Osbourne. While I was listening to
this song, I looked up the group's bio and read that their manager's name
was Buck Ram. If that doesn't sound like a porn star name, I don't know
what does.
Wu-Tang Clan- C.R.E.A.M.
Cash Rules Everything Around Me. Indeed.
Ice Cube/DAS EFX- Check Yo Self
Ha. I just wrote Ice Cub by accident. That'd be like the kid's cartoon
version of Cube. He'd be a gangster polar bear. OK that was just
terrible. Pretend you didn't read that.
Harry Chapin - Taxi
This song reminds me of my childhood, sitting in the backseat of our
red Toyota Celica on long road trips. Man this song is a downer. Even as
a kid I knew this song was depressing. Between this song and "Cats in
the Cradle" playing constantly during my impressionable years, Chapin
probably contributed to my jaded outlook on life now. Thanks for that
Harry. Thanks for pointing out how much life can suck to a 6 year old.
Take your 30,000 tons of bananas and go home.
Pussycat Dolls- Loosen Up My Buttons
This act sings the anthems of Spring Break Whores everywhere. What does
that say about me that I like this song? Do I have an internal Spring
Break Whore waiting to break out?! I think I just scared myself.
Christina Aguilera- Ain't No Other Man
I was a hater for many years. Almost 7 now. But somewhere along the way
I decided to cave in and admit that I like her. I still don't like the previous
incarnation "XTina" though. Anyhow, the arrangement for this is great. I just
said that to sound musically intelligent.
Yeah Yeah Yeahs- Gold Lion
This song has such a hot swagger to it, it makes me want to quit my job
and be a rock star. But for now, the only audience I'm comfortable
performing in front of are my two dogs. And frankly, I think they feel
completely awkward with the situation.
Papa Roach - To Be Loved
*sigh* Sooo catchy and sooo hot. I'm going to jump all of them when
they play this in concert. For real. And they'll like it.