Some Days...

....everything just turns out right. You drop your pen, but catch it mid air, so as to save you from bending down an extra two feet. Points!

...you wake up and feel okay about not feeling okay about getting out of bed. And you know that's okay, but you still gotta get up, and you're okay with that too.

...people call you instead of you calling them all the time. This feels good.

...you're so swamped with stressays and tests and projects--but you feel a subtle calm throughout it all.

...singing out loud feels like a pretty natural thing to do.

...your hair seems become one with your soul, and precisely expresses your personality.

...you hope that future you will remember this day as a clear vignette of who you were, even as other memories start to fade.

...small victories seem more important than the big loss.

...are just another day. ...or so you think.

...feel like something resembling a new beginning, for no specific reason---

--like that split second when you wake up, 

and you have no idea who or where you are.

 ---like a White Blank Page in the middle of a book. 

Reading along, word by word, line by line

but this page requires a second look.

White Blank Page

Mumford and Sons

Good Morning.

Some days...it's time to wake up.

Spicy Song of the Week

My room is a mess. Like REALLY bad. I feel like a girl it's so bad. Clothes strewn on my desk, papers in the laundry hamper. Hangers hanging on clothes. Pens in the random cup, coffee in the pen cup. No wait...THAT one is the coffee cup...i don't even know.



Starting tomorrow (yes...it's always "starting tomorrow") I'm gonna have to clean up my act. Eat better, sleep better, clean better, and pay my bills better. Time to get back in to shape. Time to write more, time to spend time with people who have time to spend time with me. onetwothree go!


This song/band is critically acclaimed. In fact, Darcy just texted me his opinion, saying "I think Angus and Julia Stone are my new favourite band." THAT'S how good they are.  So let me share with you a song of theirs, and explain the significance of it to you.

Big Jet Plane

Angus & Julia Stone

Down The Way

Ok everyone knows i'm a critical guy. If a movie has a flaw, I will find it. Whether it's the acting, the script, the plot, the photography, the lighting, the settings, the music--I will find it. If a book has a flaw, I shall point it out. If a live show is lacking, you'll know. If I have a flaw, it's all I can see/ If you have a flaw, leave it up to me.

But early one morning, as I was driving with Nichola, this song came on, and I went quiet. I had heard it several times before on a CD she had burned for me, but with the night lights flickering in the cool air and not another car in sight as ours wound down the hill, something clicked, and suddenly i was holding back tears.
This song was perfect. Every single note and word and simple melody and rhythm had been done exactly the way it was meant to be done. They had created exactly what they had set out to create, and this song had such a crushingly real identity. It knew precisely who it was and the impact it could have. This song is perfect.

And then I got to Thinking. I've been terribly critical of things and people and ideas. I can't let anyone see things the way they see them or be the way they want to be because there's a better way, and they need to find it. Nobody can relax around me, because they know i'm watching. and judging. Then I noticed that the people who don't point out everyone's flaws tend to be more enjoyable to be around, thus having more friends who call to hang out. I don't have those because I push people away with my criticism.

And then I realised there's a difference between listening to a song for ways it could be done better... and dismissing the song as imperfect and continuing to search for better songs that i can identify with. Every song has something to offer, just as every person does. Cue emotional piano music as we sum this up.

I've been harsh on people, and I feel bad for it. When a song plays, we should listen, and when people are around us, we should also listen. There's something worth hearing, and hitting 'skip' on a friendship will leave you alone. Yes, I'll have victoriously pointed out a flaw that everyone else saw as just being human, and yes, the truth will be heard by them either to their face or behind their back, but who am I of all people to skip anyone? I am so flawed.

I found a song that is exactly what is was supposed to be--not entirely because of the song, but because I listened patiently and intently enough to understand it.

You probably won't think this is a perfect song. But that's not the point, nor do I care. Just celebrate the fact that a song has triggered such an overdue realization and desperate resolution in me.

Oh the wonders of working on the west coast while wining and dining on...KD?

This blog started way back when, with me talking about how I was off to Vancouver.


Well I'm baaacckkk!


I'm here working this time instead of hitchhiking with weapons-dealers, but hey...it was a free trip again, so i'll take what i can get (plus it's actually whistler, which is 'nestled' in the mountains). I will try not to spend more than I make, which basically means going to the (still overpriced) store to buy and make food. There's no excuse--my room has a kitchen. However, i was thinking...

If they stopped putting such ugly people on our money, perhaps we'd spend less of it and be more inclined to keep more attractive faces in our wallet. Think about it. I should run for PM and change the world with sexier money.

Check out this Spicy Song, cuz I love it.

Is There A Ghost

Band Of Horses

Cease To Begin

This song actually reminds me of Iceland, and we used it as a basis for the sound of 'Lost' in some ways, but traveling anywhere reminds me of this song because I discovered it flying over Greenland as I began Josh And Darcy's Epic Adventure. Good times.

Also, the New Pornographers song was written about Vancouver, so it is in some ways fitting. Though I'm not a huge fan of their songs in general...but i am a huge fan of vancouver. Go Canucks? Oh yesyoubetcha, go Canucks. Why? because they have skill, and Calgary doesn't. See that bandwagon? I jumped on it...for now.

Josh is busy this weekend,

Please leave a message after the tone.

Afraid of Fear + Breaking The Silence

 Afraid of Fear

J:I am afraid.

Afraid of what?

J:I don't know.

You don't know what you are afraid of?

J:No...I am afraid of what I do not know.

You are afraid of the unknown?

J:Maybe that's it. I don't know that either.

Ah..there's many things you don't know. In fact, what do you know?

J:The past.

And yet the past offers no comfort to you, does it?

J:No. It is the future that is the concern. The Future is the Unknown.

So if the past is of little use, then what relevant knowledge do you possess?

J:I suppose the only thing I know is that I don't truly know anything.

You said you are afraid of what you do not know. So you're afraid of everything?

J:No. I'm not afraid of what I can control.

If you know nothing, then how can you control anything?

J:Can I not control without knowledge?

What is control, then, if you neither know what you control, nor how to control it?

J:I guess I can never be sure I'm in control of anything.

If you cannot be sure, then you can never be in control, can you? And if you cannot control anything, then the question stands: are you afraid of everything you cannot control?

J:I am not afraid of that which I cannot control; I am afraid that I have no control. I feel powerless.

So your lack of control is what scares you.

J:Yes, I feel vulnerable. Vulnerability can be scary. That I know for sure.

If you acknowledge you cannot be in control of anything, then the problem is not trying to gain power over life, but instead to be at peace with your vulnerability.

J:It is only a natural instinct for me to want to protect myself.

From what?

J:The unknown.

But I thought we already--

J:--yes, I know. We agreed I don't know anything.

So then from what do you need protection? Everything? What shield can you carry that will protect you from the unknown, and therefore everything? 

J:There is no such shield.

So then how do you fight the unknown?

J:I guess you cannot defend from it but only attack.

Ah..for what purpose?

J:If I strike out into the territory of the unknown and cover as much land as possible, then I can at least have a glimpse of certainty.

And that will give you control?

J:No...I may be able to walk through the land of the unknown and see things that shed light on my life, but those lands are not under my control.

Is that better than running from the unknown?

J:It's risky, I suppose. But as the Future changes to the past, I will then gain knowledge of what IS, rather than hiding and wondering what could have been.

So...you would find peace in moving forward and taking risks in order to see what is possible. Then why don't you do it?

J:Fear, still.

Not fear of the unknown?

J:no.

Not fear of the lack of control?

J:no.Fear that from the lack of control of the future, it remains to me unknown whether success is possible or not.

Fear, then, of...

J:...Failure. Yes. I am afraid that in traveling the lands of the unknown, I will have experiences that do not benefit me. And it is that possibility of pain that keeps me from action, from letting down my flimsy shield, and from charging into the unknown.

What kind of experiences?

J:People might lie. They might hurt me. If I open up, then they can take everything from me, and I will be worse off.

Have people not lied to you already? Have they not hurt you and taken more than you thought you could stand to lose?

J:Yes. That has already happened to me.

And what happened next?

J:I'm standing here, afraid.

Afraid that it might happen again?

J:Yes. Afraid that I will be hurt again.

You won't.

J:Really? How do you know?

Because if you continue to live in fear, then you will never be able to open up, and if you never open your heart to anyone, then they cannot take a thing from you. But this is only possible if you continue to live in fear.

J:I cannot live in fear. I don't want to. I also do not want to get hurt.

The only way to move past the hurt is to open up again. And, yes, that can be frightening. It is an ongoing battle of getting hurt and then conquering the fear that the pain creates. The good news is that you will learn from each painful experience, and overcome it with ease (and with less fear) in the future. And in this way, you'll never be 'worse off' from any experience, and the only thing you will fear is fear itself.

J:What is the alternative?

Your other option is to never learn, never to love, and never to live without fear of..everything unknown.

J:That is the most frightening possibility. Of that kind of life I am most afraid.

Then charge into the Unknown! If not because you crave the adventure that awaits you, then only to avoid the alternative: a life-sapping fear, and dream-rotting worry, a stagnant soul that finds no joy and clings only to the knowledge of the pains of the past.

______________________________________________________________

Breaking The Silence

This is not the first time I've tried to break this blogging silence, but it is the first successful attempt. As life changes and I'm approached with new Unknowns, I seek to adapt and learn and live and love. That seemed to require some silence, a cessation in writing in order to listen. The dynamic of these writings (and the frequency of them) has changed many times in the last 8 months, and once again, this blog will reflect the changes in my life. 

Spicy Song of the Week will no longer be weekly. DUN DUN DUN.

haha.

No but seriously, I can't keep up right now. Life is kicking me in the face, and has been since mid January. As things begin to slow down, my body is currently reminding me that it was not designed to be so stressed for so long, and i'm finally getting sick. Being sick is the only thing that has made me have time to write again, and I don't plan on being sick for very long or too often, so we'll see how things settle. And at that point, I'll write more. I write for me now, and doubt many people bother checking this site after such a long silence, but I don't mind. I feel a lot better now.

Hello.

Spicy Song Of The Week

And by THE week, I mean LAST week.

I can explain. Just not here. I'm not interested sharing with the blogosphere just what has been distracting me from writing. I will say she's very cute. Along with homework, various jobs, family and friends, I had to build a new back burner farther back than any burner before, and that's where blogging ended up.

So with a focus on last week, let's see..

I made the bold move of asking a girl out on a REAL date, and then as soon as she said yes, I disappeared for five days to work the Calgary Auto Show. Good move...let the suspense grow.

Anyways, I worked the Autoshow. For Dodge. Now I don't care one bit if you like Dodge, or Ford, or GMC. I don't care whether you like trucks. I don't even care if you like cars in general.  What gets me wound up is when stupid truck people  feel like I need to know what kind of truck they have, and how there's is so much better than any dodge truck. I became quite the smartass with these people, pulling out words longer than their handlebar moustaches in order to confuse them and encourage them to leave me alone. Truck people who come to the autoshow freak me out. Depress me. Make me feel ashamed for western culture. THEY are the cliche, typical people we imagine when we try and describe our civilization's consumerist flaws. Global warming? Truck people. Wasting of resources? Truck people. Poor money management, terrible health, low education....................................truck people. They came out in HERDS to the autoshow, drooling and puking and stumbling around half drunk to put greasy fingers all over the highly polished cars, emotionally battered blonde bombshell girlfriend in tow, overshadowed by the 'beauty' of a diesel engine.

Don't get me wrong...not ALL truck people are like this. There were some regular, smart, funny, and healthy people passionate about these trucks. But the concentration of degenerates in the Dodge area versus the Jaguar, Land Rover, or even just Honda area? It's no coincidence. But alas, they pay me well to smile and convince people that Dodge is awesome, and if anyone can act the part, it's me. Plus they cleaned up the puke pretty quickly. Money in the bank!

So a bold move followed by an eyebrow raising five days summarizes last week pretty well. I didn't have much of a chance to listen to music, but I wanted to throw in a band that has eluded this playlist thus far, so after the long rant, let's get to it.

Myriad Harbour

The New Pornographers

Challengers

This is not their best song. It's just that Darcy and I used to play this song. We didn't quite know all the words, so we'd make them up. With a whopping three chords, it sure did challenge our ability....ok not really, but it was fun. It was chill. We just took it one verse at a time and had fun the whole way. It's a metaphor for my new outlook on relationships. One day at a time, and it better be fun. Oh...and so far? it's been fun. And so unexpected.

In general right now, though, I'm just waiting for summer. I feel like 'fun' is on hold until there's no such thing as papers and midterms. One day at a time, and I'll try not to get completely burnt out.

Spicy Song Of The Week

I can't focus. On anything. Not even writing this. And I don't know why. I had a blast last night. Though as always, I worry I made a fool of myself. But I don't think so. Not yet, anyways. I tried to be awesome, to be me... to talk less and listen more. But that wasn't too hard since a) I WANTED to listen, and b) she likes to talk. Funny how that always works out.

Anyways, I thoroughly enjoyed the whole evening, even if it was long and we were both tired.The music was great. I knew if I waited to write this week's SSOTW, it would be worth it: I discovered an awesome band.

It's kinda a mix between Michael Bernard Fitzgerald and some generic 90's band, with the voice & style, slightly reminding me of The Dudes. Best described as 'unique but familiar', this guy makes me jealous. He totally looks like Ryan Gosling from The Notebook. No fair, since he sings so well too. Anyways, this is  3.8 minutes of fun that captures the awesomeness of my night. Check this guy out on Myspace...he's from Calgary!

In This Moment

Noel Johnson

Spirit Of The Day

Spicy Song Of The Week

And by THE week, I mean THE week that just went by.

I swear I don't usually procrastinate.

HAHAAHA!

Guys, Tic Toc still hasn't come in the mail, so i STILL can't put it online...technically. But I think I will on Sunday anyways. But THIS week:

Swing Life Away

Rise Against

Siren Song of Counter Culture

This week was rough. Highs and lows. I'm very glad it's over, though this whole 'trying to do well' thing sure does mess with my mind and/or life. 

In other news, Cheryl Bernard, you are freaking awesome and so is curling, so thanks for givin' your all.

I'm still confused how bobsledding is a sport. What is the back guy doing? He's freaking praying as hard as he can that the front guy knows what he's doing. What is the front guy doing? Praying as hard as he can that they don't get beheaded. It may be a mental workout, and the first push-off no doubt takes strength, but I'm still unsure of how 95% of any run is legitimate competition. Someone enlighten me. Also, let's kick the Americans out of the Olympics. Tell them that terrorists make money betting on their athletes, or that the 2012 Olympics have been moved to Cuba, and they aren't invited.

 Except Shaun White. He can stay. Because during the off-season, he is actually the Sasquatch roaming the forests close to home. And I don't want to make Sasquatch Angry...

"GRAWWWWWWRRR!"

Spicy Song Of The Week

Ok guys, this is exciting! We recorded and mixed one of our new songs over the last few months, and then sent it off to New Jersey to get mastered. I still don't understand what mastering is. My job is to play guitar and sing... so that's what I do. And the final product is pretty sweet, so I'm happy with it.

Here's the catch...we aren't releasing this song until next saturday, but I wanted to include it here so that when I make the playlist available for download, it would be included!

Darcy likes to introduce this song on stage by saying, "this is the song about how I have no friends." Okay, Darcy...well if it mean we keep writing songs like this, then no friends for you.

Tic Toc

Walking Backwards

Walking Backwards

!! I finished my paper, which brings my list accomplishments to 4 out of 36 tasks complete! Woot. woot......gah.


Do you guys remember passing notes in class? And there was a cool way that girls would always fold them. They were almost boy-proof: if a boy tried to open them, they'd just rip them and then the secret message would be lost for.ev.er. Notes were a big deal. Passing them between classes, asking girls out, getting denied, and managing inter-group relations and other junior high drama. Doodles, codes, games, ahhh good times..

BUT.

I just talked to a few girls in grade 10, and they didn't know how to fold notes. They couldn't do the triangle or the square. In fact, they didn't even really pass notes at all!
WHAT? A keystone of any childhood! Gone?!

Guess why. Cellphones. All these kids have cellphones. They just text. It's safe, its secure, and it's more efficient than passing it three desks over hoping the creep in the middle doesn't read it. (I was that creep sometimes. I read them).

Sad revelation. Please teach your younger siblings how note passing works. We can't let this die.

Ok that's enough from me. Time to go be sociiiaall.

Spicy Song Of The Week

Life is good. And I don't know why. I could list off the usual 1.2 million reasons why I should just go back to bed, but inexplicably, I am good. Good.

This week I learned what empathy feels like, and let me tell you it's a brutal feeling. But I don't need to tell you that, since you have all been experiencing moments of sharing people's pain for years now. I'm just playing catch-up, I guess. I have definitely been reminded that I'm alive.

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Me: I'm probably going for coffee with a girl on Thursday!

Someone else: Cool. Just probably? Do you think it will work out?

Me: Well, she has plans to be in school for the next 6 years, but she's hoping to stay at the University of Calgary, so there's potential. Plus she's really into a lot of the same things as me, and we've really hit it off already!

Someone else: ..no..Josh...will the COFFEE DATE work out?

Me: Oh....yeah.

Trying to not let things get to my head. But I just did a simple calculation: The last time I was starting a relationship, I was 16. I'm turning 22 this year. I'm very nervous about still seeming like i'm that old now. Because that was 6 years ago. That feels wrong. Scary stuff. 

This is Spicy Song Of The Week Number Twenty Four! When I hit 25 (next week...), I will figure out how to put them all up for download as a playlist! That way you can take some Spicy Songs with you as you go about your day.

This band reminds me of being 16. I really didn't like being 16. At least, I don't like the thought of being 16. I'm glad I'm not anymore. Just saying. This song is off the second disc of In Your Honor, which is acoustic-based and very light...interesting move for a band born out of Nirvana. I give you Foo Fighters..and Norah Jones. What kind of collaboration is that? These guys were the second concert I ever went to...after Linkin Park....oh my.

Virginia Moon

Foo Fighters & Norah Jones

In Your Honor

 

Spicy Song Of The Week

Hi,

my name is Imogen Heap. My pal, Josh M (The Smug Ant) asked me to step in and write a few words for him while he's busy being awesome elsewhere. I just wanted to pop in and tell all my fans that you're almost as fantastic as Josh, which is saying a lot. Like...a LOT.

Also, please buy all my music and t-shirts and come to all my shows. I bet you're dying to hear how I make my voice sound so crazy. The truth? It's effects-free. Mhm...I just sound like that all the time. The guys love it, but I make babies cry. It's give and take, can't win em all. Thanks fans, don't do drugs, and hold hands when you cross the street. Or hold hands all the time. That's cool too. PS, tell all your friends about this awesome blog!

~ i H

Hide And Seek

Imogen Heap

The Last Kiss Soundtrack

Spicy Song Of The Week

I would like us all just to close our eyes. Ok now read this: ...no wait. Open your eyes to read it...but then close them and think--no..just close ONE eye and read this.

Today is Sunday, January 24th.

Today is Sunday January 24th.

Today is Sunday January 24th!

And this is the spicy song for this week.

This is the first time I have had a moment to sit down and actually write in almost two weeks. I've noticed a trend that the more depressed/bored/alone I feel, the more I write, and the more you enjoy it. Stop taking pleasure in my misery. That's heartless.

Little House

The Fray

How To Save A Life

These guys. Ahhhh! He sings so perfectly, the piano-- and there's an epic band to make the sound so HUGE. If only these guys would come to Calgary!

OH WAIT 

Sadly, this event is merely serves as a reminder of the current financial situation. With tuition due, and the news of upcoming tuition hikes, rent, Groceries... (we have no bread, milk, cereal, rice, tuna....but we gots eggs), I'll limit my spending to good ol Tim Horton's and billsbillsbillsbills.

The question is naturally brought up: There must be a better way to pay rent then in Canadian dollars. Or dollars in general. What if I called up the rental agency and said, "listen, I'm a little short on coin right now. Maybe we can work something out? Like popcorn kernels." Or write them a song. Surely if you give them enough other stuff, they will accept it over money! Everyone has their weakness! I just have to find theirs...

..then I can go to The Fray. Maybe their fan base would be as beautifully attractive and 80% female just like Tegan and Sara's was. HOoOoo man.

Spicy Song Of The Week

A year ago, I was back from my trip, on the high of my life, just starting a new semester at school. Everything was good. People were cool, easy to talk to, and I felt healthy after trekking the world. I'd seen a disproportionately extensive number of places around the world for being gone only 4 months: Iceland, Spain, Morocco, Egypt, Athens, Jordan, India, Thailand. Traveling pushes you in so many ways. You make more memories than you are capable of remembering, and slowly they will fade. However, a year ago, they were still fresh. Every day was governed by living by the rules I had learned while traveling. I knew a happiness greater than any happiness before or since.

But there was a problem. I had a new perspective. Uh oh, right? So here I was, doing the exact same thing that I had been doing before I left: school, work, band, friends, whatever. But this time I was doing it with a new perspective, an new mindset. Entirely different thoughts. As it turns out, it's impossible to think differently and yet do the same things. Something had to give.

Sadly, for the most part, I've long lost the mindset, and still cling to the same life as before. Sure, there was a lot of changes to my thought processes, and I was no longer craving escape like I had been, but in effect, I was just Josh again. I fill the role that is expected of me. We all do. I got so frustrated about all the things I seems incapable of changing about myself.

In a way that only music can, Silversun Pickups became an audible form of my identity. I lived in this album. Every note, beat, and lyric. I sung these songs as I went from my highest high to my lowest low. They needed to be in this play list eventually, so why not a year after their initial significance?

Rusted Wheel

Silversun Pickups

Carnavas

Unless you've seen us live+full band, you won't be able to make the connection, but Silversun Pickups was a huge source of inspiration for me writing the music for Cross Your Fingers.

Ok. Breakfast time. Yeup...eggs.

Spicy Song Of The Week

Many times in the last few months, people have come to our house, and a curious thing might happen. You'll knock on the door (or just walk in if you know how things work around here) and take off your shoes, and stop. "What's that sound?" you say. They hear crashing sounds from the depths of our basement, bull in a china shop style. Josh in a candy store style. Josh anywhere style. But it's not Josh, since he is standing at the door along with you. So what's that curious, loud, obnoxious chaos echoing from the basement.

"Oh that's Darcy."

"Darcy...doing what?"

"Making music."

"That's making music?"

As the cymbals continue to crash.

Mhm. It's true. Darcy can spend up to six hours locked in the basement with the same recording gear we used for Faith In Shadows, recording track after track, layering them all. Over the last few months, he has created This week's Spicy Song Of The Week.

Sometimes, I'll be making food and I didn't even know he was home. Then he'll come running up the stairs, in grubby clothes, unshaven for weeks, and says "Josh, I'm about to make a ridiculous amount of noise." and I say "should I be quiet while you record?" and he turns and looks at me, eyes flickering back and forth as his synapses fire 5x faster than ours ever will. Halfway down the stairs again, he says darkly, "It won't make a difference." Minutes later, he's smashing cymbals like crazy. Once he came upstairs, stole a couch cushion, and retreated again. We never saw that cushion again.

But it was all worth it! I present to you a song that I'm not even sure how many hours it took to create, but it's pretty unique and complex. A six minute and 12 second epic song by a musical genius. For other work, check out our band, Walking Backwards. Be sure to let him know what you think :-)

Limited And/Yet Blind

Darcy Cordell

Spicy Song Of The Week

That feeling where you get to the top of the roller coaster, and you feel completely suspended in mid air, not attatched to anything, completely free. Just before you come crashing down. That feeling of uncertainty, of possibility. Both invigorating and absolutely terrifying. The indecision is what makes this so significant:You can't be sure what comes next. Will you fly off the tracks? Or perhaps will you gain so much momentum from the ride down that you race along through it all so quickly that you can no longer comprehend the rate of change? It does no good to dwell. This is a blur, a vague idea, what will become a memory of a memory. Don't try to hard to cling to this feeling in order to understand it, for it will inevitably pass. Don't try to stop on the tracks, for that will only make the trip down the other side more terrifying. Go with the flow. Eyes forward, chin tucked. Knees together. Down we go.

Sky

Joshua Radin & Ingrid Michaelson

Unclear Sky EP

I have nothing specific to say. Happy new years. It's been a good start. Perhaps.

Spicy Song Of The Week

I love when you go on a music downloading/buying spree and find some really cool bands that you've never heard of and never get radio play. Then you grow to love them, show them to a few close friends, and add them to various party playlists and everyone says "Wow, cool song. Who is this?" and you say the band name and they neither recognize it nor can they pronounce it properly and you're thinking "that's right, I'm amazing."

I think everyone has one or two of these friends who seems to produce amazing bands out of thin air that immediately begin to define you. I have a couple of these too, which is why I was pretty excited when I discovered Mother Mother before they suddenly started getting a whole bunch of radio play here. I wouldn't at all say they define me even a little bit, but this song is pretty awesome.

O My Heart is pretty infectious and catchy. In this way, it sadly stands out from the rest of this album to the point where they felt obligated to name the whole album after this song.  They seem to be a pretty eclectic band, quite out there. I definitely think that people have crossed the street to avoid these people. You can just hear this quirky frantic intensity in each instrument. 

But this point is,  I had it on my iPod before I even knew who they were. In fact, I still have no idea who they are...but I know this song! HAH.

O My Heart

Mother Mother

O My ♥

I also recommend these other songs from this album: Body Of Yours, Arms Tonite

As a side note, I went and saw Up In The Air, and absolutely loved it. George Clooney's Character resonated with me in certain ways. Escapism, travel, callousness, being rational, impersonal, and the love being important. Being suddenly caught up in a girl.

GYAH. Typing nearly killed me today and there were so many spellkings mistskaes that I hads to coreetc.

Spicy Song Of The Week

HAH. It's TOTALLY sunday, right? Right!

There's boring things to do, and then there's epic things to do. Let's discuss.

Boring Thing: Sitting in a chair, staring out of a window. Generally, this is considered boredom, looking out into a world passing by with little interest or initiative to join the bustling population.

Epic Thing: Sitting in a chair, staring out of a window. With a glass of red wine, and classical music playing melodiously in the background, entire scene lit by firelight.  Now you're awesome. 

Boring Thing: Cooking KD. The water boils, add noodles. Simmer 8-10 minutes. drain, add butter, milk, and edible nuclear waste (cheese powder) and stir. You can get really creative and add pepper, ketchup, and hotdogs.

Epic Thing: Cooking KD with classical music. The tempo rises to allegretto as the water comes to a boil. With a sense of urgency and purpose, the noodles are poured as a noodley cascade into the pot. The music turns minor as we mourn the fate of each piece of pasta, boiled to death. Tragic. The music will suddenly begin to build, the crescendo strengthens as the pasta approaches acceptable tenderness. Tumultous, accented notes signify the tossing and turning of the noodles in the bubbling water. The scale up the piano builds anticipation, and then the climax! Strong, sweeping chords provide the perfect audible backdrop for you to dump the noodles out in one fluid motion into the strainer, a massive and dramatic cloud of steam rises up, and you can almost make out musical notes in the vapour, singing the song across the kitchen, evaporating just as the music builds some tension *gasp* : Now it gets tricky, hence a deceptive cadence: The melting of the butter is choregraphed perfectly to the drone and slight dissonance of the cellos, for melting butter is the sign of greater things to come. A duet plays out between the piano and the cello, symbolic of the butter and milk working their way through the noodles as a team, achieving a harmonious, blended balance. The adding of the cheese is accented stacato notes, chaotically pointing out that you just got more cheese on the counter and your shirt than in the pot. With a decresendo and a long held last note, the fermata resounds until there is nothing left but you...

...and a delicious pot of Kraft Dinner.

Dinner Is Served.

Clearly, classical music makes mundane thing epic. Try it out.

Siciliano

Vivaldi

Reading By The Fire

Spicy Song Of The Week

Guys. It's Sunday already. And you know what that means.


NOTHING. Sleep in, take the day off...don't make plans today. It's winter, you should sleep. That reminds me... there's this awesome band called Wintersleep. Hey, why don't I just make them the Spicy Song Of The Week! Brilliant!

Tamborine

Wintersleep

Welcome To The Night Sky

I've seen this band play and I only have one things to say about their show:

Don't see it. Like seriously, sooo disappointed. Wintersleep dudes, if you're reading this, let me try and explain to you that playing the song is more important than stopping to tune. I might not even notice a change in the sound, but you look like an idiot standing on stage tuning, looking like you'd rather be anywhere else. You better feel privileged that I still consider you one of my top 6 favourite bands!

I had high hopes. You dashed my dreams. Take it back.

[Tuning. He might have actually played, too..but I missed it.]

[You'd think this was just a bad picture with that facial expression, 

but I assure you...his face was not normal. 

Sharpies and white glue at least.]

[Seriously lacking rockstar quality? Yea..kinda.]

But I LOVE their two CDs. The first one is something I'll pretty much only listen to through headphones because it sounds like songs written about and for stalkers. It's really creepy stuff, but soo well done. The second album, Welcome To The Night Sky, is just a solid album. front to back, top to bottom, inside to out.

Last year, I forgot to show up for one of my finals. Well...it's not so much that I forgot, but more like I didn't know what day it was, and didn't bother checking. Then like a fool one morning around this time last year, I woke up in a panic (at like noon) and checked exam schedule. I had missed my Religion final. I wrote him an email using phrases like "I confess my irresponsibility" and "if you could forgive" and other religiously based words. Maybe it was my vocabulary, or my dashing good looks, but he did let me come in and write the finals, giving me a solid three days to learn the whole course. Close call! Go check your exam schedule again right now! And study!

Kids, don't be like me. It's too exciting. You can't handle.

Speaking of exciting, I just boiled some eggs. Dinner is serrrrved.
Just kidding..it's actually my third dinner today.

Spicy Song Of The Week

Ok guys. One final down, two to go. and then....um..oh man. What am I going to do with myself?

I was gonna take off to mexico next week, but i couldn't find my swim suit...so i had to cancel that ambitious adventure. I'll just have to spend time getting the knot out of my shoelaces, and then see how many times you can blink in one hour. If figure 3 blinks per second? But my eyes will get tired. I'll need gatorade. Yes. Now I have plans.

Remember when I posted Spicy Song Of The Week at the BEGINNING of the week? It's now tuesday night. Next week, I'll be on time. So the song that gets the short end of the stick this week is:

Ride

Cary Brothers

The Last Kiss Soundtrack

It's a cool song, from an awesome movie. This is the second Spicy Song Of The Week off this soundtrack. Get it.

Someone stopped me at school today. He said "hey..aren't you in the band Walking Backwards?" And a few people sitting around all look up and I say "um..yeah, I am." and he says "Cool, I saw you play an awesome show recently." And i'm like aww yea but all i say is "cool man. I'm glad you liked it." And we talked for a few minutes and he said he'd come to another show when we have one. And so like yeah. Rockstarrrrrrr

Would it be totally wrong to put a house song on the playlist? Because I just found a song that is fantastic x 8, and I remember dancing  to this song for like 10 hours in a club in Spain , and--oh..sorry Cary Brothers. This is your week to shine...half week.

Spicy Song Of The Week

So I'm in the clear. I turned in my last paper of the semester today! Back to staying up until 4am for no good reason. Back to trying to remember all the things I wanted to do but had no time because I was so busy. With absolutely no segue, here is the Spicy Song Of The Week:

See These Bones

Nada Surf

Lucky

[song to be uploaded when possible. not my fault]

Yesterday I was in a BAD mood. Like, Shrek trying to find a christas gift in the freakin mall on december 23rd with all the crazy teens who have too much money and no imagination swarming around.

Like I was living in a garbage can. It was not good. And for no reason at all, you know?

Have you noticed that grumpy characters are always green

And it was this song that kinda made me relax and just sit there and accept that I was probably not going to get the essay done til 3am. Such is life. So thanks, song. Thanks for reminding me that school will always be frustrating, but making feel better about it at the same time.

Time to go play some music!

Spicy Song Of The Week

I won't be writing again until next week. I shall attempt to channel all creatvity into BSing a 10 000 (slight hyperbole) word paper that I should have started two weeks ago. The Word of the day is masochism:

I would rather lose sleep and stay up late working on a paper.

I would rather not do as well due to rushing this paper. I enjoy that.

I don't particularly enjoy pacing myself, as I can always just work a little harder tomorrow.

I enjoy missing out on social events because IT'S CRUNCH TIME and I need to begin thinking about thinking about thinking about doing my paper.

This week, I've put the 'pro' in procrastination. But WHYYYYYYY? Why do I enjoy this suffering?

Spicy Song Of The Week is from a band that I look forward to seeing on Friday, when all this hell is done and over with. On the other side of this rainbow. I really recommend this pot of gold:

Mendoza Line (Woah Caroline)

The Dudes

Brain Heart Guitar

But seriously, listen to the whole album. Thank me later. Thank me now, too.


See you next week for Post #100... !