Which way? Or was that deliberately open-ended?
'Origin'
Buffista Music III: The Search for Bach
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.
Which way? Or was that deliberately open-ended?
It's a trap to find the people who like to turn their mood from gleeful to melancholy. Then I sneak into their homes, and remove all the Townes Van Zandt and Nick Drake from their iTunes and replace it with one song: "Just Got Lucky" by the Joboxers.
But sometimes I just have to embrace the sad clown pose! Right now, though, I think I'm too distracted by life to have my mood turned either way by any music.
You replace my Townes Van Zandt, I'ma sneak into your home and replace all of your books with CatFancy anthologies. And I might even get Belinda back from Nicole.
(This here's what's known as Mutual Assured Destruction, kiddoes.)
But sometimes I just have to embrace the sad clown pose! Right now, though, I think I'm too distracted by life to have my mood turned either way by any music.
Play "Pay to Cum" on the way to work and see if you don't shove some lobbyist into a wall on the way to your desk.
In other news, Pitchfork TV has made the documentary on The Gits - "The Gits: Great American Rock and Rock Band", available all week for free. It goes all the way from the rise of the band through the conviction of Mia's killer.
The Smiths never fail to cheer me up. (Either you laugh at the melodrama or you find yourself railing "You think you got it bad!")
Little Girl Blue by Nina Simone never fails to depress me.
Play "Pay to Cum" on the way to work and see if you don't shove some lobbyist into a wall on the way to your desk.
Actually, I was listening to some hardcore this morning: Fucked Up, who are the most interesting band that hardcore has produced since Bad Brains.
Hey, you'll like this story. While taking the kids to school this morning, young Sphere asked me to play some loud music. I hit shuffle on the iPod: Mountain Goats. Shuffle again: The Bats (doing a chamber-poppy song). Shuffle again: Go-Betweens. Li'l Sphere: "No, Daddy. LOUD!". Shuffle again: Spirit Caravan, a very Black Sabbath-y band led by Scott "Wino" Weinrich of The Obsessed and St. Vitus. At the opening power chord, Li'l Sphere: "YES! LOUD!" That put me in a good mood.
From the top of my head: almost anything out of The Afghan Whigs' Black Love will put on my face a big, shining smile (the variation of "rrrrr" sounds Greg Dulli can make me do is amazing).
Ruth Dolores Weiss for the other way around.
Katamine, for entirely changing my heart beats.
(And, umm, for some reason? OMWF's Something to Sing About usually cheers me up within seconds).
You replace my Townes Van Zandt, I'ma sneak into your home and replace all of your books with CatFancy anthologies. And I might even get Belinda back from Nicole.
::checks off "Hostile," "Fist Shaking" and "Townes Fan!" on Juliana's survey::