'Out Of Gas'
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
I heard an opera piece last sunday on Prairie Home Companion. It's immanently recognizable. I't been used in bunches of stuff. The singer they had was wonderful, and even though I'd arrived at my destination, I refused to get out of the car and turn off the engine until the piece was over.
It was driving me crazy that I couldn't just come into the thread and hum it for y'all, until someone identified it for me.
However, Google was once again my friend. It was the Habanera piece from Carmen.
Gloatage: You know who came to my house this evening to dine with family and friends and play Cities and Knights of Catan (the best damn game in the world) until 1 am?
If you guessed "Megan," you'd be right!
You know, if you really wanted to gloat, you might have mentioned your victory!
That's not the way Democrats play the game!
I, for one, am quite jealous. Two of my fave Buffistas in one place--Sweet!
It was great! We just got back a little while ago from getting bbq at The Salt Lick, a legendary place 1/2 hour south of Austin where I once took a certain Dr. Tepper, too. To wrestle the thread topic into this, I should point out that I missed a triple bill of Pelican/Boris/Melvins (the first two of which are in my top ten favorite bands playing right now, and the latter in my top ten of 1993) to hang out with Megan: that's how much fun she is.
Awww... Of course, maybe it's just a testament to the BBQ at The Salt Lick.
In any case, I miss Austin already.
My ipod just served up a free emusic download, Canada's "Beige Stationwagon." This song starts unpromisingly with a slightly overheated folk-rock-cum-Brit-pop sound reminiscent of my least favorite Decemberist tracks or the Arcade Fire's first album. All of the sudden, at roughly the 3:00 mark, the song transitions to a coda that just fucking makes the song by up-playing the chamber-pop parts from flourishes to the central point of the song, easing the beat off a bit, and having horns and chorus sing and play the main riff. It's a lovely, lovely moment, and it only lasts a minute, but it takes the song to a whole new level.
My friend Alex just bought tickets for himself and me and Emmett.
This will be Emmett's very first rock concert.
Who are we going to see?
The Stooges.
Emmett is a very lucky young man! Can't wait to hear the concert report.