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Saturday, October 11th, 2008
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| Subject: | TWITT TWITTWOO |
| Time: | 11:06 pm. |
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Jon twitted. This is what he t...wat?
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Friday, October 10th, 2008
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| Subject: | TWITT TWITTWOO |
| Time: | 11:02 pm. |
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Jon twitted. This is what he t...wat?
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It wouldn't be gay if I pretended you were a woman
LMAO @ these
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| Subject: | Stole my Reach |
| Time: | 11:27 am. |
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Stole My Reach
She had a livelihood, he took away her strength
And while her arms were broke, he stole away her breath
When she had nothing left, he gave her space to lean
Controlling all she thought and warping all it means
To be or not to be free seemed
To make her more dependent, dreams
Of vengence weren't for her to seize
She was tied to her conscience of how they had been
We reach to strangle, reach for love
Can barely reach the roof above
We're limited, living in caves as bugs
As bears, we live just out of reach
He had his future set up on a future set
Where he had love interests, a sister, sabers, pets
A princess Leia met him and he'll never forget
How some young loveable rogue stole away affect-ion
And how they met him with respect
And gave away his fame with it a fortunate
Fortune for whom Han Solo's kept
Himself in the spotlight, whilst Luke voiced puppets
We reach to strangle, reach for love
Can barely reach the roof above
We're limited, living in caves as bugs
As bears, we live just out of reach
Generosity sees no monotony
But how we've got to be affects society
You see if many pledge and put together funds for
Fun for a third world country's lungs, or
Breathed in life and helped give support
Could maybe, not use guns and mainly thought
Along this line of caring, sharing, love and paused
Maybe there'd be no need for wars
Cause all are one, and when its one for all
The top dog will stand on you and make you small
But united regardless of our creed or faults
We'd have a chance to reach outside our sieled vault
We reach to strangle, reach for love
Can barely reach the roof above
We're limited, living in caves as bugs
As bears, we live just out of reach
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^This is a remix but the original is awesome enough.
"If You're Gonna Jump"
I got a short attention span
Can't sit around couch potato land
I wanna do all kinds of stuff
Talking about it's not enough
I wanna go to the extreme
I wanna stretch my limousine
I wanna take it way off road
Go where I'm not supposed to go
Life is music, play it louder
If you're gonna jump, then jump far, fly like a sky diver
If you're gonna be a singer, then u better be a rockstar
If you're gonna be a driver, then u better drive a race car
'Cause I'm looking for a guard dog, not buying a chihuahua
I like my food with chili in
I like to laugh 'til it turns in
I wanna stare fear in the face
I wanna take it all the way
Life is music play it louder
If you're gonna jump, then jump far, fly like a sky diver
If you're gonna be a singer, then u better be a rockstar
If you're gonna be a driver, then u better drive a race car
'Cause I'm looking for a guard dog, not buying a chihuahua
If you're gonna jump, then jump far,
If you're gonna
If you're gonna hit the high notes, you gotta be a diva
If you're gonna play a guitar, you gotta play 'til you blister
'Cause I'm looking for a guard dog not buying a chihuahua
No half-baked apples for my tea
It's hot or cold no in between
If your gonna jump
If your gonna jump
If your gonna jump
If you're gonna jump, then jump far, fly like a sky diver
If you're gonna be a singer, then u better be a rockstar
If you're gonna be a driver, then u better drive a race car
'Cause I'm looking for a guard dog, not buying a chihuahua
If you're gonna jump, then jump far,
If your gonna
If your wanna hit the high notes, you gotta be a diva
If your gonna play a guitar, you gotta play 'til you blister
'Cause I'm looking for a guard dog not buying a chihuahua
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I think that's all it needs
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| Subject: | november plans |
| Time: | 1:02 am. |
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Holly on the 13th
Meredith
Gregory and the Hawk 11-14-2008 20:00atPeople’s Center (all ages)
37 Howe St, New Haven, Connecticut 01060
Cost: 8
as well as andrew and bess
The Age of Rockets 11-15-2008 20:00atThe Space w/ Kiss Kiss
295 Treadwell St, Hamden, Connecticut 06514
Cost: Kiss Kiss is our favorite band in the universe!
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Thursday, October 9th, 2008
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| Subject: | TWITT TWITTWOO |
| Time: | 11:07 pm. |
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So Bess got her shit stolen from the trunk of her car and I can't help but imagine Andrew's face instead of hers after having seen this photo:
I imagine that expression towards almost everything, if not everything that he interacts with, as he attends "the church of what you did last night". Ah, but his voice is awesome. Apparently Bess was insured, so hopefully she'll be able to get herself up and going again quicker than you can clicky click.
My work day is quite slow. Went for a pizza yesterday with my sister and I'm sure I did something on Monday but my mind skips over the details ;) (only joking).
I've been eating a variety of my favourite foods since last week.
Thursday, Bec and I bitched at Episode 1 of Star Wars for its horrible actors and characters introduced to the canon, and ate curry. She got this pumpkin thing, which didn't have any labels to indicate it being super hot, yet it was pretty much all she could do to contain the pain as her lips were burnt from her face by the taste that severed all taste buds on her tongue. We checked out an apartment but as seems to be the fashion with Bec finding anywhere remotely habitable, it sells before she's had time to cough.
Friday evening Vanesha and I introduced Jamie and Bec to Sirocco, up on Shaftsbury Avenue. They now have happy hour from 5-9pm which is a glorious 4 hours of cheap drinks. We mellowed out and laughed at some guys who weren't sure if they were interupting a date or not but just wanted people to talk to. Bec suggested that Jamie and I were on a date, and I told the man we were due to be married in a few months in Las Vegas which triggered him advertising his photography skills and trying to continue the conversation. Eventually left there and headed to China Town to grab some tastylicious duck and pancakes, some squid in batter (which Vanesha can't eat ironically so I had lots of mmmm), some lemon chicken, some foo kin rice (its actually duck and seafood mixed in but I just ordered it to be immature. Its really good. Fookin rice).
I think there was some beef in black bean sauce as well, which Jamie nom nom nom'd most of. Beers and tea and a meal at 20 a head. Tasty tasty.
Saturday I ...um, something happened Saturday. I might have just stayed in bed all day for all I know. Sunday, I went to Bec's, watched Episode 2, ate stuffed peppers with cheese and other tasty things, some rice and the lovely company of Cheryl n Bec. Had a laugh and talked about life.
Monday, to celebrate Bec turning a sexilicious age, we went for some Japanese food up in London. Service was shit, super slow and unattentive for any of our needs, but I had the best order and it was so nomnomnom it was perfect. I have Temaki (duck and a california-roll type thing, but inversed so they were in wraps), some chicken gyoza, some chicken katsu curry, plain rice, some more squid from Vanesha (again, it came in batter which is frustrating), some other sushi-type thing, some of Cheryl's Miso soup... mmm
Tuesday was Ingrid so I had a McDonalds... really pushing the boat out, you can tell.
So Pizza yesterday, was a change.
I love food.
SANDWICHES
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Happy Birthday Syn aka Angelislp
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Wednesday, October 8th, 2008
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For bec
"Don't you make fun of me!"
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| Subject: | TWITT TWITTWOO |
| Time: | 11:05 pm. |
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| Subject: | Excitement, exhilleration |
| Time: | 1:44 pm. |
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I beamed smiles throughout the underground journey. I sang along with every note, "and I love the way you say good morning, and you take me the way I am" and I beamed excitedly. I caught the attention of many around me but no negative energy throughout the trip, just other travellers returning large smiles of joy. I bounded from the train station and navigated the winding tunnels, endless escalators, and barriers to breathe the fresh pollution of Central London air at Kings Cross St Pancras.
I flew across the road to the first place described on their directions upon floating into the South side of the station. Never ask someone to meet you at "The McDonalds", as there are 4 or so all within a close proximity.
I wandered past a KFC, indian restaurant and costcutters and followed the meander into Grays Inn Road. About half way down resides a bar/pub called Water Rats, which a promoter called Monto hosts events at. It comfortably fits an enthuiastic 250 people on a good day in its back room, and has a wonderful sound system accompanied by sound techs who actually know how to change the volume of the equipment they are using without you needing to scream at them. Admitedly, it shouldn't be so hard for three microphones, an acoustic-electric guitar, ukelele and keyboard but I've seen many mess this up.
A queue of patient, lovely looking individuals lined up with anxiety across their face as they gazed quite quietly at one another counting down the hour or so til the doors were due to open. In my own oblivious nature, I assumed the show was upstairs so casually walked straight through the front door, past security and walked over to Allie Moss. You know what they say about if you walk as if you belong, most will not question you. I patiently waited as she spoke to some furry-faced guy who kindly paused their conversation to let me speak to her, and I just introduced myself quickly, gave her some scones (which she told me she'd eaten between then and the end of the show) and spoke in a very quick voice as I just gave a quick run through of me, avoided being too quick a talker then excused myself saying I had to go and meet someone at the station (as otherwise I'd have been inside the venue early with only Allie/Ingrid's mum/this other singer as my company, which would've been potentially awesome or super-awkward and knowing me, the latter).
I think Jamie was about 45 minutes later. We both individually grabbed a McDonalds, and collectively headed back to the venue. The queue was fizzling inside and it soon became apparent that anyone with more than one layer would be a puddle of sweat by the end. Stuffing my bag I clung to the left wall third row back and embraced the opening musicians. The range of talent was indeed interesting. Robert Svensson, a Swedish pop group who's vocal delivery is a mixture of Placebo and Oasis, but who address the crowd in the thickest of accents showed nerves playing their first London show but gradually relaxed and had awesome drumming. Fiona Bevan was an extraordinary looking lady accompanied by multiple others and had a beautiful voice. The harmonies of a Rachel-Browne lookalike really complimented the performance, and her songs were very catchy and really good.
They were followed on by a full band called Urusen, who even have a cello player, and a drummer who takes it in turns with others to do vocals/keyboards. They had a song with the line "we'll go wherever you go, Hugo" about Venusuelan government and he raised (to a cheer) the point that Bush will soon be out of the White House forever. They sounded great, the frontman's voice was very powerful and there was great conviction in his singing as well as the three harmonies of the other guys.
As bands switched over, the ever useful Allie Moss started doing soundchecks and setting up the mics for the various instruments. I whoop'd for her, which got the crowd cheering and acknowleding she was someone significant to the evening's proceedings. She turned, gave a grin and then continued getting it all ready. About five or so minutes later, Ingrid graced the stage to a roar. The banter was light hearted, the air was smokey from their smoke machine, the people were very enthusiastic and Allie&Ingrid were musically merged as one. Many songs were played and she even broke it down into British musicals to do some of her favourite areas (including Tuppence from Mary Poppins and some Oliver theme), and Somewhere Over The Rainbow. She finished up with a new song that has heavy audience interaction and includes the lines:
"Everybody [everybody] wants to be loved
Everybody [everybody (up an octave this time)] wants to be loved
Oh woah oh
Oh woah oh " repeated as the chorus. It sounded really good and she's only written it this week.
After the show I went and gave Allie a hug goodbye, complimented the show and watched Ingrid get hounded by a bunch of asian girls with strong American accents, so decided to let her be and went home. Great show though. Very fun.
( You and I )
Disjointed Excitement, Exhileration
I'm sure that Adam, Allie, Andrew, Bess, Chris, Dan, Elliot, Ingrid, Jenny and Rachel have no idea. I'm sure they've overwhelmed. They're probably smothered. I'm sure I am more intense than the usual response felt and received through hearing something they've written. I'm positive the initial reaction is gladness, but I'm questioning whether the follow up is shock and then even annoyance, perhaps disbelief or confusion. It is probably daunting to have a Brit appear out of nowhere, purchase all the Purchase-school musicians back catalogues and just be thoroughly engrossed in their music. Edit: I think Allie's quite fine with me now. We were quite normal.
Lets be honest, I never promised they would like having fans. They've all had fans for however long they've been making music. They've had appreciators of their work, enthusiastic responses and probably their share of the assholes too. Part of being a musician is to find criticism from people who are less compitant at the practical, but perhaps understand the theory enough to make a critique. Either that or people who think they do, and can't help but thrust that into the general direction. Some will actually be relevent. Some will just be a "hope to build upon". My problem that I think I face, is that I have quite an amount of anxiety talking to musicians I don't really know. I'm aware of how frustrating it can be having lots of people you don't know talk to you like they know you. I'm also aware that its nice to be complimented on your music but not to any extremes. I try to be moderate and tend to find that I have more to say to a new musician contact in the opening month or so than I will do down the line.
So, I worry that I might be annoying people and that then effects my entire body!language in person. That and crushing on a musician also makes my body!language somewhat a "giggly girl" Jon. Thing is, there are the hysterical people who get high pitch, wobble, scream/squeal and create a ton of noise, then there are the Jon people who send a ton of messages over Myspace/Facebook about things, then there are passive fans who just exist, then haters who message hatred regularly for no real reason.
At some point in the last four years, music lost its excitement for me. I don't know when. I don't know where and I certainly don't know what caused it. There's something very sobering about that, though. For me, music is pretty much the most important part of my day. Its there when I wake up. Its there when I dream. In the silence, and in the conversations I keep. My music. Other's music, personal moments... The sound of nature or passing traffic, the rivers outside my house. Its just there. Everything I hear is interpretted in music.
My enthusiasm admitedly shows in the very fact I have barely recorded a song in 2008. I have sat at a microphone, plugged in and recorded a brief demo. I've parodied groups. I've made silly hints of my urge to attack the soundwaves, but I've not done it in any serious capacity in over a year. I listened to music, it might've affected moods, but going to the shows was suddenly just a routine. Seeing the band play was just a curiosity quencher. I wasn't really gaining 'favourite songs' and some bands were just overkilled.
This then had a knock on effect with the music I was listening to. I'd enjoy it but in a more stale way. It'd be a "this is a good song" *listens to Muse only*, alienating any other emotional connection to the music. Early in the year Davina had sent me some Jenny Owen Youngs to listen to and she, like the other songs at the time, was classed into this "that's fun". I went along to shows, saw The Clik Clik perform but never really got truely excited before a show. Quite recently, in August, I saw Jenny perform. The week before the show something familiar yet different happened. I suddenly really enjoyed a live version of an unreleased song called "Didn't Know". The night before the show I had a bit of difficulty sleeping. By the day of the show something even stranger had happened. I was really enthused. I couldn't wait. I got to the venue early. I fumbled about like a tween. Any and everything had me shaking nervously. I called up Davina and explained (to much laughter) the level of fangirl I was becoming.
Throughout the evening I made clumsy error and various mistakes happened. I made cheesy statements, I stood next to Jenny at the end of the evening and couldn't speak and many other things happened along the way. The show left me with a HUGE amount of energy and I had regained my enthusiasm. Except this hadn't dawned upon me til recently when talking to a few friends about it all. Not only had the thrill of the show returned, but the excitement of finding new music was regained. I was out and about hunting for new music to listen to, to consume. I went through Jenny's top friends list and listened to the people she was associated with, initially to hear any collabs she may have done. I bought albums trusting instinct/her word without listening to them, and I listened to Bess, The Age Of Rockets, Ingrid Michaelson and more on almost a day by day basis. I added them on sites and I threw probably too many posts/compliments/thoughts/conversational tones/anything on them all in one go, and gradually over the last two months have been decreasing in the high amount of activity spent talking to/at them about their music, life, politics and star wars when applicable.
But the thing is, regardless of if they think I'm weird or like me, regardless of if people embrace or dislike me, I have regained my enthusiasm for music and even if the world is against me, having been hugged by people involved in giving me my music and faith in music back is more than a million machine guns could ever do.
So if I've been sickly happy, or constantly singing, quoting happy music, sad music or just talking about the same things all the time, I apologise. But this is my life and I'm starting to live it again unaware of when I had stopped, but knowing that I definitely had stopped. Its like they've taken me away from the Ysalmiri and I can feel the Force again. So thank you JOY. For giving me that back.
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| Subject: | *sleeps well* |
| Time: | 12:50 am. |
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*falls into a dreamy coma*
Ingrid
and Allie
and all the other three bands
were great.
G
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They were like Frosties. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREAT.
*dreamy sighs*
Ah such a small venue. So much eye contact. Calmed the fuck down after the initial scones incident. Apologised before leaving to the other performer guy who I'd unintentionally cut off mid-sentence. Hugged Allie. Went on my way.
Set list was epic including as many British musicals as possible, poor accents and beautiful harmonies between Allie and Ingrid.
And I am done.
Allie was really cool after too. Ingrid was hounded by a billion fans so I left her to her own devices. I'd had my time to talk to her at the last event. Let them have theirs now.
♥ you all
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Tuesday, October 7th, 2008
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| Subject: | TWITT TWITTWOO |
| Time: | 11:06 pm. |
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Jon twitted. This is what he t...wat?
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This was meant to be posted yesterday:
For Bec on her birthday.
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Monday, October 6th, 2008
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| Subject: | TWITT TWITTWOO |
| Time: | 11:03 pm. |
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Jon twitted. This is what he t...wat?
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Lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of france Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants From way up there, you and I, you and I
BE ok BE ok BE ok BE ok BE ok BE ok BE ok BE ok BE ok BE ok BE ok
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| Subject: | testing something out |
| Time: | 8:02 am. |
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Its like that y'all, come on. 10% luck, 20% skill, Bec's older today, but
Japanese food's ill. Mmm.
What you mean, you people?
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Sunday, October 5th, 2008
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Amon Tobin
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Saturday, October 4th, 2008
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LMFAO @ The Late Show edits on Sarah Palin
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| Subject: | Too much free liquor |
| Time: | 3:47 pm. |
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this actually made me lol. i thought i'd hate it
I'm coming undone
At the firm reception
Cause I didn't realize how much I was drinking, no...
I had a chance to make other plans
But 8 gin and tonics later I'm crashing down, no...
You don't have to say, what I did, cause I already know, I found out from friends...
I guess I have no chance at V&E, it'll never be, I guess I'll be an ambulance chaser..
I told an attorney that she could blow me, but she said no...
I made fun of Baylor, turns out she went there, hey I didn't know...
Said I'm Latino, hey how would she know that it was a lie?
I groped at her name tag, looked like a douche bag, and here's why...
Too much free liquor, too much free liquor, too much free liquor, too much free liquor, yeah, yeah yeah...
I know that they say at these things that you need self control
But law students can't stick to a two-drink max and you know it (don't act like you don't know it)
I lost any chance at employment about 4 drinks ago (4 drinks ago)
So gimme another shot, cause I might as well get loaded
Too much free liquor, too much free liquor (yeah), too much free liquor, too much free liquor, yeah, yeah yeah...
Oh (Oh!) the damage is done you should probably be leavin'
Oh (Oh!) the damage is done you should probably be leavin'
I told an attorney that she could blow me, but she said no...
So I threw my Bombay on her vajayjay, hey I didn't know...
Said I'm Latino, hey how would she know that it was a lie?
I groped at her name tag, looked like a douche bag, and here's why...
Too much free liquor (too much too much), too much free liquor (too much too much), Oh, too much free liquor (too much too much), too much free liquor (too much too much), Oh, too much free liquor...
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Thursday, October 2nd, 2008
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| Subject: | Lil' O'reilly factor |
| Time: | 11:26 pm. |
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WHAT THE
lMFAO @ the shit meda sends
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| Subject: | Listen to my music. Don't be honest |
| Time: | 10:24 am. |
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I don't think I'll understand these people who ask for opinions on their music and then ignore any comments that are remotely constructive criticisms. I try to not be negative when talking about songs because some things just aren't my scene but might still be good music by others standards. There are some things that just don't make good music though. A bad voice is determinable to me by whether you can sing in tune consistantly and not just aim for certain notes and bounce between them. If you're attempting to sing/perform in discord (or datchord ba dum dm tsch) you still, believe it or not, have to hit the notes you've aimed for. It'll still be apparent that the sound you're going for isn't sounding how you want it to. Please don't try and cover that up or erase my comments to you simply because its not what you wanted to hear. If I tell you I like your music, trust me, I do. If I tell you I like what I hear but think you could improve in an area, it might be worth being humble for a second and considering the possibility that I am right, or that it might actually benefit your music-based future and career. Would you rather wait til publicly humiliated by some Simon-Cowell-ish git who said what I had said, but in a ruder way? I'd like ALL musicians to succeed. That's a naive dream, but I truely would because nothing (except love, which seems to hide in the shadows of existance right now, identifiable only by the stains of regret cloud my mind) makes me happier than music. That means that if you're passionate about your music, doing it for you and maybe doing it for the success (it doesn't hurt to aspire to be liked more), I'd like to see it happen. That is why, when asked to listen or review music I take it quite seriously. I won't accept every MySpace request sent my way (I have some 50-70 to go through at somepoint) but will listen to a few. New music is great to hear. Old music heard for the first time is equally. Discovering those who were long ago popular, or once upon a band played to any sized audience... I don't want to shun it away but I also don't want to just be a statistic on your fan page. I'd rather be a fan. Devoted to the music, excited for what is there to be heard, what may have been once upon a time, and what is to come. I'm excited for Jenny's new album. I loved Bess' first EP (Valentine). I enjoyed Linkin Park's demos as both Xero and Grey Daze. I am amused by vintage videos of Fred Durst doing the running man. I enjoy seeing Rage Against The Machine climbing and stomping around at festivals with full adoration from 70,000 people. I love seeing Glen Hansard receive awards for the Once soundtrack. I'm pleased to see mutually amazing artists recognising each others talents. I'm excited that Hadouken picked up on The Clik Clik's brilliant pop stylings and invited them on tour, sharing the love with other friends and that they actually built a real friendship, not just a promotional video style one. I love that there's a musical dedicated to Queen and even more so that Queen occassionally play and as often as they can turn up and watch the show, giving the support cast in London their love. I love that there are people out there willing to blog for days about experiences. I enjoy reading Bob Lefsetz wordpress. I am glad that Trent's doing so well without his label. His fans knew he would but its great to actually see that. I'm impressed that Ingrid has independently sold close to a million singles as a solo artist. I love that the most popular song in the UK last summer was about rain. I might not really enjoy Rhianna's voice, but the lyrics were good and the UK are so easy to con with songs about sunshine, moonlight, rain, water, whatever (I'm walking on Sunshine, Blame it on the Boogie, Umbrella etc.) Weather's one of the few things we believe in. So why would I then hate on a new artist just because I'm unfamiliar? If you asked for some critique and I gave you it, please take it on board and see if it'll help you in any way. If you're someone who's brought me any amount of hours of enjoyment, be it your interaction with me, your music in my ears, your friends, your fans, my friends... thanks. But be honest.
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Wednesday, October 1st, 2008
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CAN I HAS NAPKIN PLZ
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| Subject: | Jason Mraz - Life Is Wonderful |
| Time: | 12:19 pm. |
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I Fully Agree with this
Life is wonderful
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Monday, September 29th, 2008
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| Subject: | GOOD JOB! *does the high five dance* |
| Time: | 1:02 pm. |
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This is such a feel good song. Seriously it just makes me want to dance.
CAN I GET A WITNESS
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAji4VFKpQ4
Jason Mraz The Dynamo of Volition lyrics in the We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things Album.
I've got the dynamo of volition
The po-pole position
Automatic transmission with lo-ow emissions
I'm a brand new addition to the old edition
With the love unconditional
I'm a drama abolitionist
Damn no opposition to my proposition
Half of a man, half magician
Half a politician, holding the mic
Like ammunition, and my vision
Is as simple as light
Ain't no reason we should be in a fight
No demolition, get to vote
To get to say what you like
Procreation, composition
Already written by itself
Singing heck is for the people not believin' in gosh
Good God
Get 'em up way high
Can you gimme that high five?
Good times
Get 'em way down low
And gimme gimme that low dough
Good God
Bring 'em back again
Gimme gimme that high ten
You're the best definition of good intentions
Will you answer a call if
You do not know who is calling?
I guess the whole point of it all is
That we never know really
I'm tryin' to keep with the Joneses
Like waiting for guns and the roses
To finish what we all suppose is
The shit so silly
That shit's so silly
That shit's so silly
It's so silly
Oh, fist knock bumping and wrist lock
Twisting up a rRzla
Kid Icarus on the transistor
Nintendo gig been givin' me the blister
Bend over take it in the kisser
Best friends a-hitting on my sister
Try to tell them that they still a wisher
Cuz she already got herself a mister
And besides that's gross to want to dis her
D-d-didn't I say that shit's so silly?
Good God
Get 'em up way high
Can you gimme that high five?
Good times
Get 'em way down low
And gimme gimme that low dough
Good God
Bring 'em back again
Gimme gimme that high ten
You're the best definition of good intentions
I do not keep up with statistics
I do not sleep without a mistress
I do not eat unless it's fixed with
Some kind of sweet like a licorice
My home is deep inside the mystics
I'm known to keep diggin' on existence
I'm holdin' in the heat like a fishstick
My phone it beeps because I missed it
I do not answer the call when
I do not know who you are then
Making no sense of it all
Say, can I get a witness?
I'm only a boy in a story
Just a hallucinatory
Trippin' on nothing there is
Living in the wilderness
With a tiger spot on my back
Living life of a cat
I just wanna relax here
And write another rap tune
Driving off on a blind man's bike
I can say just what I like
Oh nothing can stop you
Can't stop you, can't stop you, can't stop you
Good job
Get 'em up way high
Gimme gimme that high five
Good times
Get 'em way down low
Gimme gimme that low dough
Good God
Bring 'em back again
Gimme gimme that high ten
You're the best definition of good intent"
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still makes me lol a little everytime
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Dump me and set me up with her
Well I stared at her and she stared right back
I said you look real good, she said you look like crap
A short wheeze from me, maybe its a gasp
Said do what you do best Jon, and laugh
I tried to squeeze a little bit of humour aside
But deep between the smiles were the wounded pride
And
Try as I may, its all I do not to cry
But with life so short I thought I'd let it slide
Now maybe love is what I was looking for this evening
And maybe this mixed up mess is what I'm feeling
Even if it isn't I'm sure
I'll be back into your arms once more
What's a guy to do, what's a guy to say I've got
Many different methods just to make you pay
Its not that I don't like you, in fact I think you're great
But with the way that its going, we'll be split by eight
Any other mates you want to audition next
I've got time between my phone calls and texts
Make it quick, with pics and send through MMS
And if I like what I see, then maybe I'll say yes
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