Spinning some Slayer. Tomorrow is April Fool’s Day. And I am not playing any tricks, nor am I currently accepting applications for tricks to be played upon me. In fact, heads will roll. Real ones. (Not pretend, April-Foolery ones.) Last year I convinced my family that, while caring for a five month-old, I was ecstatic to announce a new pregnancy. (Ha HAH!) And, if you’ll recall, my sister Em- having not the TIME to read down to the bottom of the {Read More}
I read The News, too.
Am I the only one who thinks Bruno Mars’ song ‘Grenade’ sounds like it could be a B-side from Thriller? Anyone? (…Aaand I just Wikipedia’d him and saw that the singer/songwriter/producer is heavily influenced by Michael Jackson and Motown. RESEARCH.) But seriously. It does. And while I generally leave the in-depth musical analysis to my darling sister Em, I’d be remiss if I didn’t comment on at least a few of the [startlingly dark yet catchy as anything] lyrics: I’d catch {Read More}
The Art of the Lull.
Music is a constant in our house. We have cleaning mixes, Sunday morning albums, and classic vinyl on rotation. Nora can usually tell the who, what, and where of a situation by what’s currently playing: Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros? Time to dance with Dad before supper. ’40s on 4, Sirius XM? Mom’s doing a project in the kitchen. Sweet Baby James up in her bedroom? Time to line up the Beanie Babies and Trolls- it’s playtime. We’ve been {Read More}
It’s also All You Need.
I could use a little Valentine’s Day. Now, before a horde of angry and over-holiday’d anti-consumerist solo flyers attack me for my God Awful ways like so many rabid geese… …lemme ‘splain. The kind of Valentine’s Day I want is of the second grade variety. That’s right; first-rate, second grade. And here, in no particular order, are the five best reasons I have for wanting such a thing: 5. There is nothing in the world quite as awesome as having a {Read More}
We Won’t Go Until We Get Some.
I am not remotely done with the Christmas songs. Whilst in the car the other day, Nora and I heard the cheerful lyrics of We Wish You A Merry Christmas. This is one of those songs that, for me, is so completely ingrained in my mind and memory of Christmas that I have fully stopped noticing the words. Until the car ride. Can you imagine if actual carolers came to your door one night? (This sort of merriment may occur in {Read More}
The menagerie’s full.
Many of you are hyper aware of my love affair with Earnest Music. (I initially typed ‘Ernest.’ That would be amazing. And most likely earnest as well. ‘Camp’ and ‘jail’ will do that to you.) My earnestitude hits a whole new high around Christmastime. Holiday songs = country music + rhyming poetry on the scale of I Mean This Message Quite Deeply. But I dig ’em anyhow. A lot. Our radio has been tuned to the Christmas station since two {Read More}
It’s only a problem if you acknowledge it.
Happy Flag Day! I am totally kidding, Annie. Happy 30th! (This especially falls under the category of “not cool” since our dear Annie is, in fact, a Brit.) Things have changed a little bit since our combined 23rd birthday parties- the fashion, minimum wage, the “interwebs”- but she doesn’t look a day over 25. (Especially not the day after 25. That was a rough one.) Let’s do the weekend out of order, shall we? First up: the season premiere of True {Read More}
You might wanna hit the bathroom before this one.
I’ll be 30 in three days. This is a very real and very definite thing. So I decided to post about what I’ve learned over the past thirty years. Then I realized that I know nothing. Absolutely nothing. Except. Perhaps I know a little bit about the music that has shaped me, be it a favorite song, a theme from a period of my life or songs that just wouldn’t leave my iPod. So I made a list. A CD, {Read More}