Rambletron
So, I’m sitting here at work, listening to my iPod play Creed, and desperately trying to get my build to… well… build.
Oops, the iPod switched over to the Rusty Pipes.
No one would ever claim I’m not eclectic in my taste of music. I even admitted out loud yesterday – or maybe the day before – that I have a soft spot for Johnny Cash. And at the other end of the spectrum of music I don’t technically like but can’t stop listening to, you’d find The Black Eyed Peas. I can’t stand their music, but I listen to it anyway, and practically have to hold myself down to keep from dancing. They have magical powers, I’m convinced.
I’ve always wanted to believe in magic. I feel like magic should make my build build. I shouldn’t have to tweak stupid crap to get the damn thing to function.
Hey, cool! It’s working now!
Magic? Who knows!
Okay, probably not. Probably it’s the work I did to fix it.
While I do wish magic was real, I have problems with watching magic shows. I get nervous for the person getting “cut in half” or for the magician even. Sometimes, when he guesses the playing card wrong (usually on purpose in order to set up a bigger trick), I just feel bad for the guy. It’s worse for the hypnotists. I feel so bad for the volunteers.
Mike’s sister Kate had the pleasure of being a volunteer for such a thing recently. I am both sad and happy that I missed it. If I were there, I think I might have gotten so nervous for her that I would have had to leave the room.
It’s just like sit-coms.
Now the iPod has chosen Jeff Buckley.
I don’t watch situation comedies at all. I can’t take the stress. It’s the situations they get into, those poor people on TV. They lie, but badly, they come up with poorly planned schemes, they try their best only to fail yet again… and on, and on… It makes me so tremendously nervous!
Mike was watching a classic episode of Seinfeld last night. It was too early for me to leave for choir practice, but I left anyway. I couldn’t take it.
I went for a drive, just for about ten minutes or so. I drove past church, and went up a side street somewhere after the high school. I have no idea where I was, but I memorized my turns and backtracked to the main road successfully. I was even a couple minutes early for practice.
Jeff Buckley just screamed in my ears, “back in New York City!” My family used to go into NYC quite often when I was growing up. There was a period of time where my dad had frequent business meetings in the city, and my mom, sister, and I would tag along and go to museums and shows. We stayed in the Sheraton hotel near Times Square because Sheraton used to be owned by the same company that owned my dad’s company. That was kind of neat.
I remember when we went to see Cats. It was the only disappointment I ever had in NYC.
Now I’ve got one of the Chants d’Auvergne playing in my ears. It was short. Now I hear Fiona Apple.
I went to see Fiona Apple back in the day. I went with a couple of my roommates and Mike, between when we were dating. That’s probably a whole other story for a whole other day. That was special.
I’ve been pretty lucky to see a lot of concerts in my life. Not like a huge number or anything, but quite a few. I’ve seen Fiona Apple, Dave Matthews Band (x2), Ben Folds (sans Five; x4), Billy Joel, Bare Naked Ladies (x2), Jason Mraz, Guster, Dido, Rufus Wainwright, Neil Diamond, and the Beach Boys. Plus all of the “Classical” concerts over the years. I feel like there were even more than that…
Now we’ve got a Mozart aria in my ears.
When I was in my classical voice training, I did this piece. I don’t think I performed it though, just used it for practicing. I like singing Mozart. I even like singing in German, even though I don’t speak it.
I’ll close the entry listening to Tori Amos. I love her.
Tori Amos is indeed awesome.