A wildly enthusiastic greeting to my now 11 followers [including an extra Mark]!
It is mildly ridiculous how much a few extra followers mean. But when two extra followers mean that there are two extra people who give a hoot about what I write, that's pretty awesome. So thanks Mary Bess and Sally [and all my other loyal followers] for sticking with me through a few rough posts. Hopefully this one won't disappoint you.
Enough of all that. Hi. You're here to read about a song that I want to play at my wedding. [Maybe you're not. If you're not, this is a little awkward, but I think you have the wrong blog.] This post was a little tricky because I have no bloody idea what songs I would like to play at my wedding.
But I have finally come to the conclusion that "The Way You Look Tonight" by Maroon 5 will play at my wedding. [I would play the Fred Astaire version, but I love this cover dearly, so deal with it.] There's something about Adam Levine's voice that makes me want to melt into a puddle of quivering goo. [That is an entirely unromantic image, but I just can't help it.] After my first listen, I was pleasantly surprised that the band hadn't slapped the Maroon 5 sound over the classic Sinatra-Astaire early versions. They did an incredible job of contributing to the song while staying true to the original, spectacular vibes. I am continually surprised by Adam's and the rest of Maroon 5's versatility. [I really should go on a Maroon 5 music hunt.]
My favorite music hunting ground [I prefer to hunt in relatively legal territory.] is the local library. I recently returned from the library with a stack of 47 CDs. Excessive? Maybe, but I was curious, and hadn't looked through their selection in a while. I've picked up CDs in the library that I would never think of when browsing YouTube or iTunes, especially classics. [I'm listening to Billie Holiday right now.]
There are the obvious downsides of getting music from the library. For example, most of their music is at least five years old and geared towards 45 year old housewives with a poor taste in music. [I swear to you, there must be 25 Barry Manilow CDs.] But it's forced me to step outside of my musical comfort zone, which was once tragically limited to mediocre alternative rock bands [I still enjoy a select few of them, but my horizons have broadened significantly.] But if you look past the seemingly endless rows of 80s crooners, there are CDs to be listened to [and they are free].
It's late, I'm tired, and this post has taken me far too long. So, here's to teasing poor Barry Manilow [once again. I should really find a new punching bag.], new music, and your local library. Good night.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Day 22: A Song that You Listen to when You're Sad
Hey, all!
Today is Day 22 of the 30 Day Song Challenge which means that today's song is a song I listen to when I'm sad. But before the song of the day is released, I'd like to clarify. There is a very big difference between a song that I listen to when I'm sad and a sad song. When I am sad, I prefer not to listen to sad music because I am one of those people who prefers not to be sad. [Also, I do not sit on the couch and watch sad movies eating ice cream. However, if that is what makes you feel better, by all means, have at it.]
But I listen to "Blossom" by Ryan Adams when I'm sad, actually the entire Cold Roses album is decent listening-to-while-sad music. Today, I spent about an hour and a half sitting underneath a tree listening to it. I wasn't particularly sad, but I was feeling reflective. [Perfect Day: 75 degrees with a few clouds and a relatively stiff breeze, sitting under a tree in the grass, listening to good music/reading a book/chatting with a friend. Sigh.]
Anyway, Cold Roses was one of the 50+ albums that I downloaded from the library last summer that I didn't really get to listen to fully. I rediscovered it this year when my iPod was on shuffle and I couldn't figure out what lovely song was playing. [Love finding old music. Its like finding a few bucks in your coat pocket from last winter.] Reason you should love this album too: harmonica. [Also, its good and the album cover is pretty. [Fun fact: I have a number of songs on my iPod that I hate, but can't bear to delete because I love the album art so much. #DesignStudentWoes [Third insert: I'd love you forever if you followed me on Twitter: @rachelweeks5]]]
Now that I've thoroughly rambled, I'm sure you're bored. [I'm a smidge bored as well.] Only 8 days left in the 30 Day Song Challenge. Think you can hold out until the end? Here's to harmonicas, good weather, and to putting off your final paper a few hours more. Night.
Today is Day 22 of the 30 Day Song Challenge which means that today's song is a song I listen to when I'm sad. But before the song of the day is released, I'd like to clarify. There is a very big difference between a song that I listen to when I'm sad and a sad song. When I am sad, I prefer not to listen to sad music because I am one of those people who prefers not to be sad. [Also, I do not sit on the couch and watch sad movies eating ice cream. However, if that is what makes you feel better, by all means, have at it.]
But I listen to "Blossom" by Ryan Adams when I'm sad, actually the entire Cold Roses album is decent listening-to-while-sad music. Today, I spent about an hour and a half sitting underneath a tree listening to it. I wasn't particularly sad, but I was feeling reflective. [Perfect Day: 75 degrees with a few clouds and a relatively stiff breeze, sitting under a tree in the grass, listening to good music/reading a book/chatting with a friend. Sigh.]
Anyway, Cold Roses was one of the 50+ albums that I downloaded from the library last summer that I didn't really get to listen to fully. I rediscovered it this year when my iPod was on shuffle and I couldn't figure out what lovely song was playing. [Love finding old music. Its like finding a few bucks in your coat pocket from last winter.] Reason you should love this album too: harmonica. [Also, its good and the album cover is pretty. [Fun fact: I have a number of songs on my iPod that I hate, but can't bear to delete because I love the album art so much. #DesignStudentWoes [Third insert: I'd love you forever if you followed me on Twitter: @rachelweeks5]]]
Now that I've thoroughly rambled, I'm sure you're bored. [I'm a smidge bored as well.] Only 8 days left in the 30 Day Song Challenge. Think you can hold out until the end? Here's to harmonicas, good weather, and to putting off your final paper a few hours more. Night.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Day 21: A Song that You Listen to when You're Happy
Oh, hey there.
It’s been a while. And things aren't looking like I'm going to finish the 30 Day Song Challenge before school lets out. I have failed this challenge in so many ways it has become the teensiest bit embarrassing. However, I am resilient. Regardless of my tardiness in this assignment, today's theme is a song that I listen to when I'm happy. My recent obsession/happy song is...
"Talk on Indolence" by The Avett Brothers [the live version, of course]. I'm not sure if it is physically possible to listen to this song without jumping or bobbing or stomping or generally jiving. [Of course, I haven't really tried to resist.] I'm 124% certain I have pissed my roommate off with my frequent and violent dancing to this song. [But I will never apologize!] I just cannot resist the enthusiasm of The Avett Brothers. Whether they are hopping up and down the stage with a banjo or swinging a cello around their head, these boys know how to jam. [The video on YouTube is great: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tl4wLgw-6Zk].
[Warning: Self-important rant is a-comin'.] I will never scorn a musician who loves to play, even if what they play is torturously bad. [Side note: Avett Brothers are not torturously bad, I just feel like pushing my opinions on people.] If Mary Sue Berry wants to squawk around on a clarinet a bit, who am I to tell her she isn’t good enough? Little Miss Berry doesn’t necessarily deserve a record deal [Of course, if Mary Sue is blonde with big boobs, she might get one anyway.] Music is made to affect people. So if a few unpracticed chords on a piano are what make Franklin happy, I can dig it.
Well, this post ran out of gas pretty fast, surprising considering the kick-ass-ity of the song/band. I apologize for the lame-sauce writing. I tried. Hopefully Day 22 will be slightly more entertaining.
Until then, followers [All 8 of you.] Here's to musicians with passion and enthusiasm [including Mary Sue and Franklin]. Too bad they could do nothing to help today's painfully uninspired writing.
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