I'm Coming Back
I Believe In Karma
Yo ho ho.
*Grooving.*
"Sugar High (Rhys Fulber Remix)". That shit is the bomb diggity.
All bow down to Nyohah. She's the one that found them--six or eight tracks from Splashdown's B-side collection Possibilities.
Old server. Most of the files don't work. But the 256 of "Trophy Hunter" is up, and obviously, "Sugar High (etc. etc.)" in 256. Go get it. I can just about promise you and you and you you'll like it.
GO Splashdown. GO Kasson Cooker. GO Melissa Kaplan. (Adam Buhler's projects seem to be on semipermanent holiday...)
The best part? No major labels here. *^_^*
So it's shallow of me. I'm proud that my tastes are obscure. (Need--more--of The Creatures. People don't share, damnit.)
*Warbles*
Sugar splash and spread,
Oh yeah.
I'm spilling off the edge,
And the sugar is (flowin')
Sugar in my head
Needing to be fed ('cause it's showin')
I'm spilling off the edge...
Yeah, I can be the flow and you can be the ebb
And so on, said to mellow, ascending bright vocals and a nice dance beat. This is my favorite remix, I think.
IM or mail or something and I'll point you at it if you like: you never know when Oniisama is watching ;^P
Really, the Splashdown thing is all Kitana's fault.
It began two years ago. I was searching for a particular Lit song off the Titan AE soundtrack (Over My Head). So I punched in "Titan AE" and the only thing that popped up was something called "Splashdown - Karma Slave".
From previous experience with the Mortal Kombat albums, I realized that stuff I'd never heard of before--especially odd songs off of major movie soundtracks--were usually very, very good.
That, and it was the only file popping up. So I snagged it.
I thought..."This is interesting. Ish." And then the banghra beat started in. The fondness went up six notches. It flew off the chart when the singer began to wail.
Powerful, weird and singular. I was happy enough with it. Disappointed that other searches for "Karma Slave" were turning up nothing.
Meantime, Kitana grew progressively more attached to the song. I penned 6,000 words of the plight of evil Kitana, all set to it. I think it was the only time Kitana and I have ever gotten along. Or, at least, definitely the only time I've seen things from her perspective, felt anything like sympathy for her character.
A virulent worm, a power outage, and an eventual hard drive reformat ended that rocky relationship.
Eventually, it hit me. The song is Karma Slave. The band's name, therefore, must be Splashdown. (I can be very, very attentive to the trees while missing the forest entirely.)
Stand in the middle and you won't get dizzy
Stand in the middle and you won't fall down
Stand in the middle, can you keep your balance?
Stand in the middle and the wheel spins 'round and 'round...
*frantic MCing*
ALL BOW DOWN, get up, gimme sound; let them know you're HERE
Splashdown, people, Splashdown! >^D
I'm so weird. Love me anyway. ^_~
Breaking out the Tom Petty, I shall tell you what I tell everyone else:
Buy me a drink
Sing me a song
Take me as I come
'Cause I can't stay long
I'm drowning in Dido at the moment, with a Splashdown cap. Life is good.
God, I am so easily amused. Give me good free songs and I'll be happy for hours. Days, really.
Ohh. I have a wonderful new book. A lovely gorgeous beautiful new book.
Red Dragon by Thomas Harris.
"Don't read it," said mom, "unless you like gruesome books."
"Come on." Laughter. "I'm your child, aren't I?"
Hrrrrr. Forensics procedures. Hrrrrrrrr splattery things. HrrrRRRRR a delicate spiderweb, butcher's glory, modern artwork on the walls that only comes in one particular shade of red.
It certainly helped. You asked, didn't you, if Mileena remembered? I think the scenes in this book are jogging her memory.
It says he killed Mr. Leeds first, opened his throat with a knife. Mileena was on her feet, rigid.
"No no," she insisted, "it was the woman first. The mother. And she was awake. Standing. Stumbling in the dark and her little floral nightrobe. Wandering toward the sink, facing the bathroom mirror. Groping for the lightswitch in the dark. Her finger touched it. And then the knife. The blade. Tip first, straight through, up and through, diagonal, sideways. From her collarbone up, through to her right ear. Nearly took her damn head off." She drew a breath, shivered. "Standing in the dark."
Do me a favor and remind me not to feed them so many suspense novels.
Last night my brain was going ninety miles an hour, dream layers kicked apart by witticisms, jokes without punchlines and punchlines without setup. I dream that way every so often--in hearing only, in speaking only. If there were any doubt that I learn mostly by listening, mostly by sound, it is thereby dispelled. The true language of my dreams is speech.
Christ. I even make wisecracks in my sleep.
The mutants woke me up this morning. They were AWAKE and they wanted my ATTENTION and they were all in very, very sassy moods. I should never have given them Dido songs.
It's almost as bad as having kids.
Mileena will not stop humming along, stepping delicately in a little circle, singing.
"She wants to be a hunter again, she wants to see the world, alone, again..."
They haven't been this active for months. For literally five or six months. I'm going to try writing it all down, see what they come up with, see what I can use.
I feel so weirdly--sharp. Clear. Clean. How did that happen?
"It's no good now, because now you've gone and stuffed Red Dragon in there, poured words on us, drowned us in letters to shut us up, 'til we're swimming in printer's ink and blood. Oh, it's a fine mess."
Oh, hush up, 'Leena.
I made icons yesterday. An Amy Lee one, a Mileena one, and a slutty little number with a tongue-in-cheek caption; I started a Faith one but didn't finish it...
I may put those in Vanities instead of my sketches. Much easier than having to plead with the scanner. On the other hand, they're fugly (it's not a typo, it's shorthand for "fucking ugly") and I'd be embarrassed for anyone else to use them. It's one thing for me to be proud of my disgusting fumblings. It's another for someone else to get ahold of them, and then figure out just how bad they are. I'd like, die or something *cracks her gum.*
Sure, they're awful. They're also the best I can do. Bull in the china shop? More like a freight train >^D
Ohh. One of them worked out very nicely, though.
The one patterned after Figurante. The image is crap in larger sizes/in its complete form, but as an icon it's nice. *Is pleased.* And its not fugly, either ;^p
Plus, I just discovered a way to get the larger one to work the way I want it to...though that involves a lot of work with Mileena's gown, again. Maybe twenty or thirty minutes of it. >_<
On the other hand, now that I know what to do, I doubt it will take very long at all.
Anyway, I'm off to go be all self-absorbed and work on projects that only I care about ;^)
See ya 'round, peeps :^)
