Posts Tagged ‘Music’
Funeral Playlist
Chugging along.

30-Second Exposure taken while I studied.
I can’t believe Me First and the Gimme Gimmes released, not one, but two albums without me paying any attention. I love those guys.
Today was just about as bad as my day’s get. I woke up a little late to get to a 1 o’clock job, found out my flash’s batteries weren’t charged, and slammed my hand my front door before even making it to my car. I got overcharged on some alkaline AA batteries because I could only buy 2-packs instead of a single 4-pack. I got lost on the way to Desoto so I was late and when I was done, I needed gas badly (not having time to get some on the way) so place I ended up was charging $2.19 a gallon which I felt bad about paying since I know I can get it cheaper in Arlington. So I only bought a couple of gallons. One of my Netflix discs that should have arrived today didn’t, which means I skipped a film in the 7 Up series, but I watched it anyway because I was in a foul mood.
Oh well, emo mode off. Life chugs on, at least some birthday stuff got in today.
Guitar Hero and David Wilcox
Pre-note: I am writing this article under the influence of a really long day and a little vodka mixed with a lot of apple juice. Please excuse if I make some mistakes in the writing.
I woke up this morning with a feeling that Guitar Hero would show up at my door today. After waiting an hour and a half for the TA to show up for my Anthropology exam (which he did not), I headed back to the apartment and, lo and behold, the Fedex man is not far behind with my copy of Guitar Hero and two guitar-shaped controllers. Since it’s arrival at 11:00 AM, I’ve logged some hours on it, and I have to say it is awesome. The controls are pretty easy to pick up, the multiplayer is the shit. I have had “Killer Queen” stuck in my head since I played it six times.
Easy mode is, well, easy. You only need three fret buttons for it, and you don’t have to deal with many hammer-ons or pull-offs and shit, so you can pretty easily make it through (’til you get to Crossroads, then you are fucked). I still need to get the hang of some techniques. Hopefully cloverdose and I can work these out and make some progress on the liqueur in my fridge at the moment. I’m not saying we will get drunk and rock out, but don’t be surprised if I post tomorrow with something to the effect of “WOOOOOO!”.
Tonight was punctuated by a chance to see David Wilcox in person. I really like David Wilcox and he is even better in person. He has personality, and he’s weird, but in my sort of way. I don’t go much for the sort of spirituality or mysticism of his songs, but he’s clever and he’s good and he can really fucking work a guitar. A string broke during “Rusty Old American Dream” and somehow he made it work. It actually kinda fits the song. Listening to the guy talk is just great, and if my stomach hadn’t been growling and I hadn’t been expected home, I’d have stayed for the second show, even if he just did the same set (which he said he wouldn’t).
Tonight was also cool as it was a night out with my dad and uncle, effectively a guy’s night out for the Fulmers, which I rarely get to experience. Rare but worth the wait. My dad is great is as ever and my uncle Kirk is always fun to hang out with.
Anyway, tonight marks the last night the GF will be staying with me before heading back to Coppell to keep up the semblance that we aren’t ‘shacked up’ to her family. So we have played guitar hero and had some drinks in memorial to it. I won’t be in town for our anniversary (again, we miss it) so we celebrated early. It will be awfully quiet around the apartment with just me and the rats to fill it.
Take care all.
A proclamation
I don’t do this often, (which is to say that nobody listens to me do it very often) but I’m making an Executive Decision.
If you have your headphones in, and are listening to an FM radio, CD player, a personal MP3 player (which is my choice) or even a tape based Walkman, you need to enjoy your music. And don’t just enjoy your music, show us how much you are enjoying it.
I was rocking my way to class the other day, getting my Massive in Mench on, and I began to spot other people listening to music as I was. Most of these were iPod listeners, and all of them were twenty-somethings, but all of them were so very morose.
Music is supposed to be fun, these people didn’t look like they were enjoying it at all. I can understand not headbopping and lip syncing if you are listening to Talk Radio or a book on tape, but why act all deadpan with Scooter or Soilwerk or The Beatles or Great Big Sea or Captain Tractor or… ok I have to stop listing now or I’ll never stop… with all that good music blasting into your poor puny eardrums with great vigor?
Bounce your head up and down with the beat, tap your toes, snap your fingers, mouth the words along, maybe even crack a smile and look like your having a good time. You paid hundred of dollars for that iPod; make it worth it.
People relax at home, or in their car. They belt out their favorite Alanis Morissette songs or wail with Celine Dion or Elton John with gay abandon (original meaning of gay, not the newer fruitier one). But give them headphones and put them in a crowd and suddenly they go all stone faced. (Note: I don’t link those because they aren’t recommendations. )
When I go out with my earbuds in, and my Creative Zen Xtra loaded up with Reel Big Fish, New Found Glory, No Use for a Name, Goldfinger, and a healthy dose of Me First and the Gimmie Gimmies, I try to show everybody what good a time I’m having. I headbang. I lip sync. I have been known to air guitar. If there were banisters to slide down, I would make great use of them. If there was an ephemeral choreographer perched in my brain telling me to “Turn, step, heel, kick, turn, kick step!” then I would glide through my fellow pedestrians like a lone outcast of a production of Grease. I would make people jealous of my tunes. They would turn to utter strangers with them in the quad and say
“What the heck is he listening to?”
How would that not make the world a better place?
I’m feeling better
As if you cared.
I was playing Texas Flood, in Guitar Hero today and found myself having an awesome time. I didn’t know I liked Stevie Ray Vaughan, but Pandora is teaching me that I really do.