Mother, Father
Please Explain To Me
How this world has come to be
While still blessed in all the things we see
Such a sad, sad home for you and me
Heh, mine. *Turns beet red*. I actually found a song that's mine, instead of some character's. (It's Dave Matthews Band, by the way. I like 'em lots. One more thing to hook unsuspecting commrades on.)
The album
Everyday was, sonically speaking, one of the best things to happen to me in a long time. I own it legally, free and clear. And it was free. You may remember Catlady? She brought it over, back when she lived here, and I was, "Oh, Dave Matthews! Are they any good?"
(I'd heard very mixed things about them, and being not very current musically since my main connection to the outside pop world is Vh1 Classic, I was intrigued.)
She sort of grimaced and said "You can keep it."
I ran upstairs and popped it into my stereo, and from the beginning of "I Did It" I was in love.
They're not for everyone. In fact, quite a lot of people find them dissonant and pretentious.
And they are. They're also textured and interesting and I like the lyrics and *hopping*. I just enjoy them. But, you know, I have made a few misses in judging tastes. It's fifty-fifty.
I don't like everything on the album, really. It's the kind of stuff that grows on you after repeated listenings. For instance, though "I Did It" is the banner track, the first track, the lead-in, and the one that got the most radio airplay, I don't like it.
I vastly prefer "The Space Between", which was their other massive radio hit from
Everyday.
I also love "When the World Ends" (takes several listenings to appreciate it; I found it excruciating at first).
Since I'm the kind of person that's got to pick a favorite song from an album and call it "My Favorite Song By Them Ever", we'll say it's "What You Are", which is also the quintessential mutantshipping song.
Although, lately, the track gripping me is
Mother, Father. Which is mine. One of those songs that I consider mine, rather than my characters'. Which is a very rare occurrence for me--I hadn't picked anything up since last year's fascination with
Long Way Down by the Goo Goo Dolls.
Interesting tidbit about the Goo Goo Dolls: before they were alternative-pop smash hit artists, they were a making-ends-meet punk-pop band in the late 80s.
And speaking of the Eighties:
brighter than day-glo, cheaper than heavy black eyeliner, you are costume jewelry.
madonna was your goddess, from her black rubber bracelets to lacey ankle socks.
with posters of pat benatar and cyndi lauper in your room, you practiced your valley accent daily and eventually mastered the phrase, 'barf me out to the max!'
so totally better than your best friend tiffany, fer sure. |
Ohmigod! I like, totally can't believe you would even say that to me! No, like, DON'T even bring that over here, ohkaay? *Snaps gum.*
Ahh, the truth hurts. But it hurts so nicely *^_~*
And circling back 'round to music: I don't think I got a chance to mention how incredibly delighted I am that Lupin likes "Mayan Pilot", 'cause I love "Mayan Pilot". Favorite song by them...
If you want their stuff that sounds like that...Unfortunately, it's all on my computer that isn't connecting to the Internet properly. About which I am still sore. That Splashdown collection took me two years.
Two years.
But anyway, Splashdown things I'm thinking you'll enjoy, once my system's up again:
50 Percent (very similar stylistically although the theme's different)
Trophy Hunter (less similar style, but the theme is nearly identical)
The Archer (sorta similar, both in style and theme)
All Things (really not at all similar, but just trust me, it's good)
Asia At Odd Hours (radically different. Chance of you liking this one is about fifty-fifty. Then again, that's what I thought with Mayan Pilot, so the overall prognosis is good.)
And then there's both versions of "Over The Wall", the first being very soft, floaty piano and vocal artistry--a drastic departure from anything like the usual Splashdown sound. The second version has what sounds like a kickdrum sample and is equal parts swanky and frantic. The two versions are amazingly different. Night and day different. Remember the two mixes of "Science Genius Girl"? The difference between these two songs is almost more dramatic. If that's possible. Just thinking that once my 'Net hookup is working again, you'd find the sharp contrast an amusing diversion if nothing else.
Oh damn! I totally forgot the live recording of "Mayan Pilot"! You've got to have that ^_^
*Tapping her absentee computer's screen* Wake up! Work properly, you! I have songs to deliver! ^^;
On the good side of the news department, I'm building up a respectable Stabbing Westward collection on my stepdad's computer, so I'll have those up for grabs this evening. Picks off that list include:
Waking Up Beside You (*squee* ^_^)
Waking Up Beside You [Acoustic] (not as good)
So Far Away (from the same album as "High")
Sometimes It Hurts (which, personally, I like more than "So Far Away")
Sometimes It Hurts [Acoustic] (very nice, I think I like this even better)
Save Yourself (hard and slightly screamy; Kitana's pick)
Torn Apart (hard and very screamy; Vana's title song)
And I used to have "Desperate Now", but I thought it was a steaming heap of crap, so I threw it out.
I did have an acoustic of "Waking Up Beside You" before I found the proper album version. It amused me. The vocalist (Christopher Hall) cleared his throat and went "We're Stabbing Westward. Well, uh, we're two-fifths of Stabbing Westward...And uh, we suck." He just sounds so adorably insecure, and his speaking voice is almost like his singing voice.
Yum. And definitely, definitely would not kick him out of bed for snoring, either. I normally don't like the 98-pound weakling look. But, you know, attached to that voice, it's not so bad.
What can I say? I love Stabbing Westward. I loved them when people were like, "stabbing WHAT?!" about ten years ago, and I loved them through two reconstructions, and I love them still. And I will after they're gone.
And Chris Hall is hot. ^_^
Nah, this entry didn't have a point. My whole journal is largely pointless. I guess I'm kinda proud of that.
Seeya, peeps. I have reconstruction to do on stepdad's computer. *Downloads like mad*. >^D
Later :^)
