I love the music on my iPod. Yup, that's the news of the day because I haven't listened to it in so long that I forgot just how good it is. I pretty much stopped using it when I had to stop running. D'oh.
So my soundtrack today started with Death Cab for Cutie's "Plans", included some Eminem, Five for Fighting, Sia, Black Eyed Peas, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Foo Fighters, Killers, Dropkick Murphys and a playlist I made for a road trip to NYC with the girls.
I have come to the conclusion that I must listen to my music more and that we all need a soundtrack. I know mine will have to include "Breathe Me" (Sia) and "Learn to Fly" (Foo Fighters), "The Impression That I Get" Mighty Mighty Bosstones, "Driving With One Hand on the Wheel" (Aimee Mann). Probably half the songs from "Garden State." That's for starters. What's your soundtrack include? And how many songs does a life soundtrack get to have anyway?
Leave a comment, I'd love to know.
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Friday, September 12, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Sing the Body Electric
Maybe that should be Sing the Body Digital -- But Walt Whitman was way before digital. For that matter, electricity was pretty new in his day. Uh, let's just say the man was way before his time.
"What position did he play?" "You could say he pitched for the Cosmic All-Stars."
I have found that I can link just about any thought or any situation back to the movie "Bull Durham." (Try me! Or try it yourself!) And of course, early on, when Annie asks Eppie Calvin to stay the night, it's so she can read him poetry. Whitman. "I sing the body electric ..." The next morning, his nickname's Nuke, because reading poetry is more tiring than, well, you know. And if you read the poem, you know why. It's 19th century erotica.
You could look it up.
But I digress. In my house, we sing -- electric, digital, a capella, too loud, whether or not we know the words. In my car alone, I could give the Solid Gold Dancers a run for their lame (read: la-may). And now and then, it's caught on tape. My kids make me laugh every day and today I'm sharing. It's one of those things they'll point to in therapy in a few years, but I like it. In this video, they pay homage to the Go-Betweens with "Surfin' Magazines."
"What position did he play?" "You could say he pitched for the Cosmic All-Stars."
I have found that I can link just about any thought or any situation back to the movie "Bull Durham." (Try me! Or try it yourself!) And of course, early on, when Annie asks Eppie Calvin to stay the night, it's so she can read him poetry. Whitman. "I sing the body electric ..." The next morning, his nickname's Nuke, because reading poetry is more tiring than, well, you know. And if you read the poem, you know why. It's 19th century erotica.
You could look it up.
But I digress. In my house, we sing -- electric, digital, a capella, too loud, whether or not we know the words. In my car alone, I could give the Solid Gold Dancers a run for their lame (read: la-may). And now and then, it's caught on tape. My kids make me laugh every day and today I'm sharing. It's one of those things they'll point to in therapy in a few years, but I like it. In this video, they pay homage to the Go-Betweens with "Surfin' Magazines."
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