Summer
It’s summer, and I have carefully configured my schedule to maximize my non-school-and-work time. That mean that you all benefit from my easy availability (assuming that you operate on some sort of normal schedule or preferably one a few hours delayed and powered by the internet) and my constant posting of rambling, punchy, and witty blog posts. I benefit by having reduced my stress levels to record lows — witness my general non-freakout over having my financial aid suspended. Sure, I made some wild posts and I had a little trouble sleeping, but it was nothing like finals week where my brain came to a rolling boil and foamed up over the top of my head.
Anyway, one benefit (besides seeing the sun, blue skies, and green plants with pretty flowers) has been the free time to hook up an IV drip of music. It started with a mix CD, which coincided with a new 200G hard drive and a lack of summer television to get me to go back to listening to music at home. I’m not sure every place that I have been finding music, but http://www.hellthy.com/ has a ton of downloads lined up. My only pet peeve is the occasional song without ID3 tags. That makes it hard to listen to those essentially unlabelled songs.
If you want to know what I am listening to at home (but not at work) you can check out my music page to see an up-to-the-second list of what has passed through iTunes, as well as what artists I have rated at four or five stars. It’s a lot nicer to look at than a plain list of the 2200 artists that I have — something like 13000 songs. That’s only 36 days of music. Hmm. In any case, even that filtered list might be too much, but how to boil it down further?
Would you want to know what songs I play over and over again in my mp3 player? These are all recently added but not necessarily new.
Elliott Smith: Son of Sam (sometimes I feel like a bad person, and this song turns that feeling into a sound track)
These Arms Are Snakes: Angela’s Secret (I believe that rock is now spelled rawk everywhere, much to my irritation. This song does one of those things)
Spoon: I Turn My Camera On (It just feels right for good listening fun times)
Death From Above: the whole album of You’re a Woman, I’m a Machine (It makes me want to try to beat a train in a rusty firebird with a bottle of Jack in between my legs)
Slim Cessna’s Auto Club: This Is How We Do Things in the Country (Mmmm… chorus)
Descendents: Everything Sucks (Wow! Yes! Loud! Fast! Grumpy!)
Cop Shoot Cop: It Only Hurts When I Breathe (I dare you to not sing along to this!)
Grandaddy: Now It’s On and Stray Dog and the Chocolate Snake (I know I’m late, but these songs are awesome)
Scout Niblett: Lullaby for Scout in Ten Years (Weird weird weird but gets stuck in my brain)
Rilo Kiley: Portions for Foxes and Science Versus Romance (but not so much either recently)
Haley Bonar: Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy (If I weren’t already driving a firebird, why not a pickup towing a horse trailer? I love you, Haley Bonar.)
Busdriver: Mindcrossings, Idle Chatter, and Along Came a Biter (Flows, beats, hip hop)
Sleater-Kinney: Let’s Call It Love (I can’t change your mind about Sleater-Kinney, but the drumming is incredible and the guitars are a freight train about to run over a million petty firebirds)
I wish that I could get stats out of my mp3 player, but that’s a rant for another day. If I had an iPod, chances are high that I would be able to get some sort of metadata out of it.
Oh yeah, sorry if this blog has been vulgar of late. I like the idea that I might be shocking now and again, but I don’t want to overwhelm my dear readers.
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