Present Imperfect

That List of Songs

November 18, 2003

I stole this off some dude's blog and spent much of the day answering it. Because it's a list and you have to "think" and "type," it looks just like you're working! Try it!

Makes you want to dance:
New Order "True Faith"
Makes you happy:
Love "Alone Again Or"
Reminds you of an ex-lover:
Belle and Sebastian "The Stars of Track and Field"
Reminds you of an ex-friend:
Primal Scream "Higher Than the Sun"
Makes you cry:
Ben Folds Five "Magic"
Makes you laugh:
Nico "Frosty the Snowman" (which doesn't actually exist, except when I perform it at Christmastime)
Makes you ponder life:
The Divine Comedy "Tonight We Fly"
You never want to hear again:
Chingy "Right Thurr"
You once loved but got sick of:
Rufus Wainwright
You love by a band/artist you hate:
I guess I hate without exception.
You sheepishly admit to liking:
Christina Aguilera "Fighter"
You'd do anything to see played live:
Aztec Camera "Knife"
Reminds you of your childhood:
Gordon Lightfoot "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald"
Sums up your teenage years:
The Smiths "The Queen is Dead"
Most people like but you hate:
Sonic Youth
You used to hate but now like:
Steely Dan
Is best played in the car:
Iggy Pop "Passenger"
You like to fall asleep to:
This Mortal Coil "Blood"
You like to wake up to:
Big Audio Dynamite II "Rush"
You love, and that you wouldn't know if it wasn't for someone:
The Divine Comedy
You love the video more than the tune:
U.N.K.L.E. "Rabbit in Your Headlights"
Is good to listen to whilst holding hands:
XTC "Stupidly Happy"
Makes you think of sex:
Pulp "Babies"
You love to hear at clubs:
David Bowie "Suffragette City"
Is not your "typical type" of style but you love anyway:
Sidestepper "In the Beats We Trust"
Reminds you of your family:
"Farewell to Nova Scotia" (traditional)
Reminds you of the one you want but can't have:
Belle and Sebastian "Piazza, New York Catcher"
You can sing really well:
Mozart's Coronation Mass...but it's really better with a full chorale than just me in my pajamas with CD accompaniment. Still, I can totally kick its ass.

Bronwyn+Keane 4Ever

November 17, 2003

Keane is my new favorite band (of the month). Isn't it a shame you can't get their debut album until April? Yes, it is.

Listen to "Somewhere Only We Know" again and again really loud until your neighbors become angry with you and put a pile of poo on your doorstep. It will be worth it.

The Color of My Sweater is Nut

November 06, 2003

Well, I'm in a peaceful and contented mood today, but everyone around me is horribly upset. Yay! I'm the eye of the hurricane, the pause in the diatribe, the Tootsie Roll center of the Tootsie Pop. (Okay, maybe not so much the last one, seeing as the outer shell of the Tootsie Pop is not particularly chaotic or disturbing.) Lots of bad mojo in the underpants factory, yet I feel detached, warm and fuzzy. Must be my green cardigan. Everybody should have one.

Also, I found a weird bug on my screen door when I got home last night. It looked like a cartoon grasshopper. If it's still there today, I'll take a picture and post it.

I shall now recommence grinning stupidly.

He's a Cancer, You Know

November 02, 2003

Aw man...I thought I was having a "cusp of greatness" moment just now, but I think it turned out to be a "cusp of drunkness" moment instead. Luckily (?), I've recovered.

At least, I guess I must have, because I can't remember why I even logged in to blog this evening. Um, I'm reading Silas Marner. I'd like to have a new car. My asthma has been acting up. I colored my hair.

I'm thinking about my ex-boyfriend Dan's former best friend, Jeff Glover. Jeff was a very sad guy. He was hopelessly in love with this girl named Colleen, who ended up marrying a redneck and popping out a bunch of kids, I believe. She had absolutely no idea how talented and kind he was. He would often stick a lit cigarette in the frets of his guitar, and this act somehow lacked any trace of pretense when he did it. He just looked as though he genuinely needed a place to put his cigarette while he was concentrating on the more immediate business of playing...beautifully, usually. He was a big guy, but graceful--both emotionally and physically. I miss Jeff Glover. I think he's married now, too, and while I certainly wish him all the happiness in the world, I also sort of hope he's locked away some of his sadness for safe keeping. It was strangely perfect.