Monthly Archives: September 2006
They Want Us to Make a Symphony Out of the Sound of Women Swallowing Their Own Tougues ++ Le Tigre
E=MC2 ++ JDilla featuring Common
Loud Pipes ++ Ratatat
Flip Ya Lid ++ Nightmares on Wax
What You Want ++ The Roots
Be Yourself ++ Morcheeba
Sudden Rush ++ Erlend Øye
Rally ++ Phoenix
The Man of Metropolis Steals Our Hearts ++ Sufjan Stevens
The Girl from Back Then ++ Kings of Convenience
Steady As She Goes ++ The Raconteurs
A Bad Dream ++ Keane
Eight Line Poem ++ David Bowie
You’re the One ++ The Black Keys
Better When You’re Not Alone ++ The Black Crowes
One Little Song ++ Gillian Welch
a friend and i were just discussing it. we’re talking about going beyond the dudes’/gals’ names … and looking for guidance on our actual specific situations. things that are even more specific than “how to tell if a guy doesn’t like you anymore.”
for example, said friend found herself googling the words “controlling” and “attorney” one day last week. (she’s dating an attorney who’s also a control freak). another pal admitted to searching “Wall Street” and “Narcissistic Personality Disorder” (no explanation needed).
i’m struck by the fact that we’re even turning to algorithms for help with our innermost concerns … matters of the heart. it’s sweet and sad and funny all at the same time.
Ah, scrumpdiddelyicious Jack White, be still my heart. Are you an overexposed media darling? Well, um yeah. But I love you anyway. For your sharp mind and your sharp voice and your sass and how you play that goddamned guitar. Mmmmmmphh!
I just saw you rockin’ out at The Roseland Ballroom with your new band, The Raconteurs. Now I understand why you parted ways with Meg for a while. At first I thought it had to be because it got uncomfortable after a while to be chillin’ with you ex wife all the time like that. Surreal to achieve such massive success and then have all these expectations on you for what you should be. And you get a new wife and all of a sudden it’s like 3’s a crowd, time to roll.
n. One who tells stories and anecdotes with skill and wit.
But after seeing you guys live, I have a different perspective. You just wanted to rock out HARD! Really hard. The way guys in bands do. Yes, you are sensitive and eccentric and all that but also, you are a true blue rocker boy. Black and blue rocker. Who likes to get a bit tough sometimes and hang out with the guys, rip shit up and get into brawls. Just look at the album cover.
oh jack, no matter what you become, i’ll probably still dig ya.
Been in a real Strokesy mood lately. The coldness of their lyrics goes along with Fall somehow to me. Also suits my rather restless mood of late. I’m going to London a week from Wednesday, thankfully. I need to get the F outta Dodge. Sort my head out a little bit. Yes I am really happy with the way things are going ─ work, home, social. Yet it’s still good to break out of the routine every now and again.
I bought new work shoes yesterday – black closed toe pumps. I’d noticed people’s raised brow enough times in the elevator upon seeing my exposed feet three weeks deep into Sept. Yeah, I was milking the whole sandals thing. It’s just that they are easier to walk in than Jimmy Choo’s. These new ones are not like my usual stilt killers. They look good and I can still walk in them. Even walk to the subway. What a concept.
BTW, I can’t believe what people wear to work sometimes. I saw a woman with red slacks and a nautical-looking navy jacket. She had giant poofy hair and bright red lipstick, cheap dye job. The whole ensemble was circa 1985. Very Captain & Tennille. Ever see those people and wonder what kind of time warp they are caught in? There’s something sweet about it.
Speaking of time warp, also in the elevator today I saw my first boss at this company — when I worked in the newsroom in 1997 as a low-level production lackey. I ended up dropping out of journalism all together in pursuit of a decent paycheck. He looked exactly the same almost 10 years later. I didn’t introduce myself. Didn’t have the energy to get into the whole story. Nor did he probably care.
“So, why can’t dating be simple? I like you, you like me – let’s hang out and see where this goes. But no. Girls starve themselves or act stupider than they are so that a guy doesn’t feel threatened. Guys act tougher than they are or become distant when they let out a little too much of their true feelings early in the game. It sucks but it is just a part of dating because we are complex human beings. Otherwise, we’d still be Chimps who meet up, have a romp, have a kid, and then do it all over again next mating session. Not very exciting.”