tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97427902024-03-13T04:51:58.437-07:00she's so meliciousThings I like: Writing. Music. Taking Pictures. My Lovely Friends. Also, Writing About Music, Taking Pictures and My Lovely Friends.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12937863144853561669noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9742790.post-49406075432856430122010-09-28T23:41:00.001-07:002010-09-28T23:42:52.482-07:00Easy to LoveMy friends Dan and Sky danced to this at their wedding. Aka<i> The Most Amazingly Beautiful There Are Not Enough Adjectives for How Lovely it Was Wedding Ever</i>. The album version is a little more upbeat. A stunning bride in cowboy boots and a short petticoated dress and the groom with exactly the look you hope to see on the face of a friend at his wedding ... I ruined my mascara.<br />
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<a href="http://www.myspace.com/ivanandalyosha">Ivan and Alyosha</a> - Easy to Love<br />
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I never see shows listed for anywhere other than Seattle. Boys - it's only a short (and scenic - I once saw a submarine. True story.) boat ride to Victoria. Dooooo it. We have numerous and fantastic breweries. I'm buying.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12937863144853561669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9742790.post-67814167237909204292010-09-07T22:12:00.001-07:002010-09-07T22:13:51.359-07:00O My HeartOy vey, another music post. Bear with me, I will actually write something again .... some day .... <br />
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Anywhoo .... Mother Mother. One day no one knew who they were, and the next they were adding dates to sold out shows. Well, it probably didn't seem like that to them, what with the toil of forming a band, writing (fricking fantastic) songs, building a following and so on. But from the outside, there was definitely a <i>'holy shit, where did these guys come from?'</i> moment. <br />
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I saw Ryan Guldemond play solo a few months ago, sandwhiched between Vince Vaccaro (a pleasant yawn) and Jon and Roy (here's a bat, bludgeon me around the ears). Honestly, Jon and Roy ... at one point my friend Wendy turned to me and said <i>'duder, they've played the same song 21 times!'</i>. Agony. Starbucks Pick of the Week, beach ditty flavoured agony. But Ryan Guldemond, oh my god. Without the flanking of the pretty girls and rest of band, all his Gumby strangeness was so magnificently magnified. Wendy was all <i>'is this dude even serious!?'</i>. And I was all '<i>oh my god, I want to spoon feed him soup and watch him while he sleeps!'</i>. He has such amazing stage presence, does things to his guitar that makes me want to have intimate encounters with his fingers, and dear god, are his vocals amazeballs. There were moments where, I swear, there was a whiff of Wayne Newton. But mostly he doesn't sound like anyone else.<br />
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Brief aside. When I was a kid I couldn't understand why Ferris Bueller was lipsyncing to a woman. Totally didn't get that Danke Schoen was sung by Wayne Newton, and that he was a dude, until probably the 12th viewing.<br />
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But Ryan Guldemond ... I can totally get down with a man that writes about not eating for days before a date so he'll look extra skinny. And, he was totally gracious when some puka shell wearing frat boy told him he was the bombdiggity. I couldn’t even keep a straight face.<br />
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Fast forward a few months, and Wend and I go to see Mother Mother. A second show that was added as the first was about to sell out. We made the call to see the club show instead of the sit down show as they're pretty frigging fun live, and not so much sitty downy. Unfortunately the show coincided with the influx of approximately 6,000 international navel personnel (the streets were running with seamen!), so the crowd was taller, drunker, sluttier and louder than usual. And that’s saying something, as Victoria has some seriously asshat chatty crowds. Oh god, and smellier! We were sucked into a whirling vortex of stale pit and old underwear for several songs. But, despite all that, it was a fantastic show. Though sort genre bending and hard to define, I’ll go out on a limb and say that Mother Mother is pop at it it’s best. Smart, distinctive, fun, catchy music that isn’t comfortably packaged to pander to the widest possible audience. Though that certainly hasn’t held back their ability to build a fan base. Not at all bad for a kid from an Island most Canadians couldn’t find on a map. <br />
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My little intro to this video turned into a bit of a ramble. I was just going to post this, and a wee note, but again, sucked into the power of Mother Mother. <br />
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This video turns the band into paper dolls and features a kid that looks like a gender confused Wednesday Adams channeling Robert Smith before he got all chubby and awkward, so I’m pretty much totally down with it.<br />
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<b>Mother Mother - O My Heart </b><br />
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This song is perfect today. <br />
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<b>City and Colour - Waiting</b><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">* Are those <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EVcyNANK5cY">rapist glasses</a>?</span>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12937863144853561669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9742790.post-86276511491697229272010-09-05T23:10:00.002-07:002010-09-05T23:25:28.876-07:00While You Were SleepingUrgh. Had the sort of hungover day that involves fantasies of ritual disembowelment, disturbingly adolescent melancholic self-loathing, and a driving desire to consume nothing but ginger ale. I don’t sleep well after a drink-heavy night out, so I was out of bed at 8:30, after fours hours of sleep. Only four hours because, after stumbling in famished and managing to whip up french toast I decided it was a darn tootin’ good idea to finally go on that neighbourhood-in-the-dark photo wander I’ve been meaning to do. <br />
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It was not a good idea. <br />
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For several reason. Not the least of which is that apparently the only other people awake in my neighbourhood at four am are a couple of skeezy dudes down the street. They very kindly offered <i>‘come on in the house, we’ll give you something to photograph’</i>. Something about it gave me the nos though (go figure). <br />
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The photos didn’t turn out too smashingly. Shock. These were semi-salvageable. I do love dark empty streets.<br />
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xo ~ m <br />
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<b>Kevin Drew - TBTF</b><br />
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We are both, 100%, no doubt about it, committed fans of the disco stick. <br />
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Not that I haven't thought about it. Women are amazing. Beautiful. Lovely. Soft. Rarely hirsute. Don’t have awkward dangly bits. Well, except boobs. But boobs are nice! In theory the lady love is a grand plan, but when it comes right down to it, can I picture myself playing Tomb Raider? Nope. Definitely down with the dudes. <br />
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Cruel reality being that Victoria is a notoriously tough town for the single ladies. Well, those above university age at least. Once you hit the mid-to-late 20s most of the good guys have been annexed and it’s pretty much sit back and cross our fingers that some of them will become part of the 50% that end up cursing their ex’s name while rubbing self tanner in the pale flesh band where the ring once sat. <br />
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Not really ... but sort of. <br />
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All this to say that, for some inexplicable reason, I came across that ol’ time killer <a href="http://www.lovecalculator.com/%20">The Love Calculator</a> today. Well, not so inexplicable. I Googled <i>love</i> to see what the number one hit was (Wikipedia, natch) and The Love Calculator was number two. Glad that the rest of the internet is stewing in their desperation juices too. Anywhoo ... It’s always worth a hope-destroying giggle, so I started calculating. Crushes. Former crushes. Dudes I thought that, with a few drinks in me, I might be able to conjure a crush on. Dude friends that I’d always thought, to quote a friend, must propagate by budding. You know, the ones you imagine as lump free as a Ken doll. <br />
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And I got bupkis. <br />
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Low end of the range 7%. High end 38%. Median in the range of 14%. Yeah, screw you too, Love Calculator. <br />
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So I threw in a couple of my best girls, just out of curiosity. And wouldn’t you know it, 72% and 79%. <br />
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I’m seriously thinking it might be time to re-watch Kissing Jessica Stein and High Art and reconsider matters. <br />
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Or maybe I shouldn’t put too much stock in an online love predictor. After all, it only gave me a 51% chance of loving myself. In fact, it says<i> “....has a reasonable chance of working out, but on the other hand, it might not.”</i> So as long as I don't try to work out any ambidextrous ambitions I should be just fine. <br />
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xo ~ m<br />
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ps - now that I've probably horrified my one dedicated reader (72%!) by implying masturbation, I'll easy the agony by leaving you with the 80s' and 90s' greatest odes to self lady love.<br />
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Cyndi Lauper - She Bop<br />
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The Divinyls - I Touch Myself<br />
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Sufjan Stevens is so reliably earnest and heartfelt that when he busts out the irreverent it pretty much kills me. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Nothing to see here, but you get my drift, yeah?</i></span><br />
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Sufjan ... October 28th at The Commodore in Vancouver ... yes? Please? And also John Wayne Gacey Jr? Thanks, you're a peach.<br />
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Anywhoo ...<br />
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I didn't really sit down to write about Sufjan Stevens. I sat down to write about <i>sexy</i>. Which, yes, Sufjan absolutely is. Distractingly so at times.<br />
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But not the point.<br />
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My girl Otto and I have had many pj and coffee discussion about this over the past few weeks. About, you know, what does it for us. It's ok, Mom, you can stop squirming. This isn't about sculpted abs and treasure trails. Not my steeze. I'll leave that to the girls on Bachelor Pad who, inexplicably, don't go into vajayjay lockdown at the sight of dudes with picklebutt walks in with embellished pocket jean. <br />
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Gag.<br />
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So internets, I present to you ...<br />
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<i><b>A Non-exhaustive List of Things That Make My Knees Go Squidgy<br />
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<ul><li><i>Passion</i> - and no, I don't mean in-the-pants variety. Having something that you're super juiced on, that makes you lean in and talk too fast, or just a fantastically apparent sense of joi de vivre. </li>
<li><i>Thoughtfulness</i> - honestly, it really is the small stuff. Birthday flowers never mean as much as <i>'Hey, I know you're boss is being a douchbag this week, and I thought you could use something pretty' </i>flowers. Tulips trump roses every time. Knowing this, and how I take my coffee ... oh la. </li>
<li><i>Kissing</i> - this might be a gimme, but, back me up here, not all kissing is sexy. Sometimes it's awkward/sloppy/violating/please make it stop. A good kiss though ... and more specifically, the moment before the kiss. Take a moment before landing that bad boy. Whoooo, daddy.</li>
<li><i>Restraint</i> - see above (also, restraints). </li>
<li><i>Toques</i> - this might be a Canadian thing, but toques do to me what male proximity to puppies / children does to breeder type girls. Elevates the ordinary to extraordinary. Especially if paired with ... </li>
<li><i>Scruffy weekend facial hair</i>- c'mon. I realize this is veering into LL Bean porn, but I'm from a damp coastal climate and therefor conditioned to appreciate men in their outdoorsy hotness. Probably explains why I was so obsessed with Relic on The Beachcombers. </li>
<li><i>Mornings</i> - ok, so take that scruffy Sunday face, add boyishly rumpled hair, drawstring pj bottoms, and delivering me coffee in bed, and I'm calling in fake sick to work for the next week.</li>
<li><i>Good phone voice</i> - well, good voice generally. A manly voice. Don Draper voice. I have one friend who has such an off-the-charts sexy voice that I tend to lose the line on what he's saying, I get so lost in it. Man voice. Yep.</li>
<li><i>Cooking</i> - I've always maintained that cooking is like fucking (sorry Mom). Done well it's totally instinctive. Books are great for ideas, but you need to have a sense of adventure. Men who are confident and at ease in the kitchen - and turn out an excellent meal - rare, but so, so tasty.</li>
<li><i>Wine / whiskey</i> - Yes, beer is great, but for long, winding conversations, evenings on the beach/roof/in the park I have to go wine or whiskey. A slightly heady drunk, a mildly smokey kiss. Beer just doesn't cut it. </li>
<li><i>Humor</i> - essential. And I don't mean big funny. I mean witty. Quick. Smart funny. Bring. It.</li>
<li><i>Forearms</i> - there is a reason my imaginary boyfriend Hank is a fine furniture maker. Hand tools = beautiful forearms > bumpy abs. Any day. </li>
<li><i>Scars</i> - love them. They're a map of personal history, charting out events, accidents, adventures. Best discovered under the covers. </li>
<li><i>Blanket forts</i> - really it's about a sense of playfulness, but I always think of blanket forts. If we're going to burn out and rent a movie, why not build a private fortress in the living room to watch it from?</li>
<li><i>Smelling good </i>- and subtle. The best is when you only catch it when you're just getting into the hug. Oh man. I love something a little spicy, like Jo Malone Nutmeg and Ginger, but not going to lie, fresh laundry smell is pretty damn good too. It makes me want to hug you forever. </li>
<li><i>A fantastic walk</i> - A bad walk can kill the quiver. And a great walk can deliver. Colin Firth once walked (no, he <i>strode</i>) past me, and oh my god, I don't think it's topable. I get it, Bridget Jones. I get it. Man stride. Throw on an overcoat and I'll need a moment alone.</li>
<li><i>A sense of style</i> - There are maybe three really well dressed men in Victoria. Not a sartorial town. And I don't mean in a $$ way. Men that know how to put it together. Yes please.</li>
<li><i>A tinge of ginge</i> - I'm not talking full out Carrot Top here. But there's a reason Hank (the aformentioned imaginary boyfriend) is a cross between Josh Homme and Britt Daniel (with a dash of Matthew Fox, just for flava). </li>
<li><i>Articualteness</i> - Boys, use your words. And punctuation. And please, please, work on the penmanship. It really sucks having to ask for an interpreter for cards and notes. </li>
<li><i>Confidence</i> - I could take my own advice here. It's true though. Confidence is hot. Not cocky though. A subtle confidence. </li>
<li><i>Great taste in music/movies/art/literature - </i>Obviously this is subjective, but I'm talking someone who isn't rocking the Top 40s on the way to Avatar. Throw down some Beach House and a few Oscar Wilde quotes. Please. </li>
<li><i>Not taking yourself too seriously </i>- I had this boyfriend who was super serious about being respected (not always all that reciprocated, though) and he had this whole theory about banishing people that he felt didn't deliver beyond the metaphoric moat, and they'd have to swim with the crocs to get back to the castle. My sisters and I call him Castle Asshole. Being able to chill out is important. </li>
</ul>Oh gosh, this non-exhaustive list is getting exhausting. It's by no means a checklist (though it would be nice if it could be). There are just so many little things that make a man (or woman, for that matter) sexy, beyond the physically obvious. <br />
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What about you? What makes your knees weak and composure crumble?Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12937863144853561669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9742790.post-6859168407625987372010-08-23T23:20:00.002-07:002010-08-24T00:17:32.021-07:00Hey Little Girl is Your Daddy Home?I've had The Boss in my head all day. <i>I'm on Fire</i> specifically. Of course being the dirty little closeted hipster that I am my Bruce is only on vinyl. I wish I had a alphabetization fairy to sort my vinyl, because Born in the USA shouldn't take so damned long to find. My iPod has only (albeit fantastic)covers by Electrelane and Justin Veron - aka Bon Iver. <br />
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Tried to purge it with repeated listenings. No dice.<br />
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Quick aside - the Electrelane reference was about the only thing I really enjoyed about<i> I Am Love. </i>So wanted to love that movie.<br />
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Anywhooo ... Forced to resort to watching the stupendously cheesy original video. Several times. <br />
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There's a 'can get under my hood' joke in there somewhere. Ahhhh ... the working class 80's hotness of Springsteen.<br />
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Sweet plaid flannel dreams.<br />
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xo ~ m <br />
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* Sadly the webernigs was not forthcoming with Scruffy McBearderson's <i>Drinking this Rain / I'm on Fire</i>. Pretty danmed lovely though. Trust.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12937863144853561669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9742790.post-47677265923489827702010-08-22T23:37:00.000-07:002010-08-22T23:37:37.048-07:00Studio MProductive weekend. The craft room (hereafter refered to as the studio, in effort to convince myself there is an artist lurking round these parts) is slowly coming together. The closet shelving is installed, wall shelves stained and installed, bulletin board - despite several setbacks - Gigyvered together. Boxes are finally being upacked and contents finding homes. I still really want to make it a /darkroom, but it's a little overwhelming of a prospect, so for now it's all about arts and crafts. Pictures, and hopefully a few project how-to's, coming soon.<br />
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~ mMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12937863144853561669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9742790.post-80172742531998484202010-07-30T22:57:00.001-07:002010-07-30T23:10:50.811-07:00Worth the WaitI've been unbloggy. Many things I'd love to share. Little motivation to do it. I'm working on it.<br />
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I came across this video today. It's so lovely. I think maybe I'm still have residual love-dust on me from the amazing wedding I went to last month. Because, being the terminally single early 30's specimen that I am, I'm not generally all gaga about lovey-doveyness. Not that I'm anti-love, not in the least. I just don't see partnership as a goal, as something that people should be auditioned for. As something that, if it's not present, means that my life is somehow lacking. It's not a void that needs to be filled, but is something that, when it happens, compliments the amazing amazingness of the people I already hold near and dear, not something that supersedes them. <br />
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I am a sucker for aesthetics. Admittedly, I wish my whole life looked like an Angus and Julia Stone video. I know most people are more Lohan than Longoria in the morning, that all couples eventually smell each others farts and not all moments together have artful lense flares, split screens and the nostalgic shudder of 8mm film. But if I could engineer it, this is what love would look like. <br />
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<a href="http://vimeo.com/13479182">Max, Margaux, & The Marvelows</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user2803113">Shark Pig</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
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xo ~ m<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">PS - it's probably polite to mention that this is the wedding of Max Wanger, who's photos I have been swooning over for the past year or so. His website is in my links. <a href="http://www.maxwangerblog.com/">This is his blog. </a></span>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12937863144853561669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9742790.post-5004227864364748582010-03-05T22:05:00.003-08:002010-03-05T22:08:56.982-08:00For a Girl Like Me, This Qualifies as PornThere's tired, and then there's tired.<br />
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I am the sort of tired that, upon venturing out of the office for a coffee this afternoon, my lovely friend behind the counter said 'oh, are you ok?' the minute I walked in. Grumpy, verge of teary, crumbling facade tired.<br />
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What can I say ... I feel pretty constantly driven to use my non-day job hours getting all the crafty awesomeness, not to mention social awesomeness, out of my system. Clearly I need to find a way to make that shit profitable, so I can skip the office job and make my monies doing all the fun stuff that, right now, cuts into my beauty sleep. Seriously, I remember going to bed really early, and actually waking up feeling sort of refreshed. It was great. It was also between Christmas and New Year's.<br />
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My plans tonight were kiboshed by a band cancellation. As much as I was looking forward to a little Team Kiwi time, I'm also sort of relieved to not have to plaster on the undereye concealer and make it a go. So here it is, 9pm, and I've already spent several hours spooning with my <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzwgko1sD3M/SkRuqdSGUiI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pTcrpl1HOlo/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG">fat ginger bastard</a>, rocking my unsexiest Old Navy flannel jammies, and I'm fully ready to go make sweet, sweet sleepy love to my bed.<br />
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I've been lulled into a sort of pre-coma by Jim James (technically Yim Yames, since it was the Tribute album), and thought that, since I'm such a nice girl, I'd share. Seriously, this man is my Morgan Freeman. So g'head. Have a listen.<br />
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And also, because I love Jim extra special lots for being able to rock a cape like it's nobody's business, here's My Morning Jacket doing the Black Cab Session. Clearly he didn't get the memo that I'd requested The Bear, but whatever, I still love my boo.<br />
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How sick would it be if Monsters of Folk did a Black Cab Session? Hello, seat liner. <br />
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If you don't know the Black Cab Sessions I highly recommend checking them out <a href="http://www.blackcabsessions.com/">here</a>. Final Fantasy, Woodpigeon, Doves, Calexico, Bon Iver, Grizzly Bear, Beach House, Death Cab (am I an asshole for thinking it would have been sort of ironically, in the Alanis sense, awesome if they'd been in an accident?), The National, Cave Singers, Sunset Rubdown, Daniel Johnston .... pretty much an inventory of my favorite bands, just killing it in the back of a taxi.<br />
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Sort of like Taxi Cab Confessions, but for music nerds.<br />
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Have a good sleep, internets. <br />
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xo ~ mMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12937863144853561669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9742790.post-84674217385636171962010-03-03T23:51:00.000-08:002010-03-03T23:51:06.744-08:00Gone, Baby, GoneOne of my dearest friends is leaving tomorrow for a multi-month jaunt through South America. I am going to miss her something fierce.<br />
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What was supposed to be an after work drink at our local pub with a few friends turned into eight of us battling the hockey crowd for enough air to maintain a conversation, so, ever practical me suggested taking it the 20 paces down the street to my apartment. A sushi and liquor run later we had a nice little sit-in going in my living room. Double nice as my days here are numbered, and there won't be many more of these impromptu shindigs here.<br />
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And, might I say, there was a general air of bemusement when I walked in and hit play on the Pink Floyd and, mothero'god, a turntable started moving! Kids these days ... records are such a novelty.<br />
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Once again when everyone left I found myself staring down an unruly and eclectic pile of records. Some of them were still out from my frantic Cinderella frenzy last night trying to clean up for the viewings, but there was defs some overlap. As ever, what other people pull out to play charms and amuses me.<br />
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Aretha Franklin - Aretha's Greatest Hits<br />
Japandroids - Post Nothing<br />
Rolling Stones - Goats Head Soup<br />
Otis Redding / Jimi Hendrix Experience - Monterey International Pop Festival<br />
Lou Reed - City Lights<br />
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Pink FLoyd - Wish You Were Here<br />
Elvis Costello - Armed Forces<br />
Van Morrison - Moondance<br />
Peter Gabriel - So<br />
Michael Jackson - Thriller <br />
Crowded House - Crowded House<br />
Sunset Rubdown -Introducing Moonface <br />
Beach House - Teen Dream<br />
The Cure - The Head on the Door<br />
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Finally, Moondance gets some respect.<br />
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And I should probably include The Best of the Doors, which is dusting up the needle as I type this. Oh, Jim Morrison, Love Me Two Times, indeed. And can I get a<i> yes please</i>! <br />
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So, not much to say, just sort of an addendum to the podcast post. Please come over and mess around with my music. And tell your friends to rent this damned apartment, so I can stop being so anal about tidying up.<br />
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Oh, and also, Helen, keep safe. I love you and I'll miss you.<br />
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xo ~ mMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12937863144853561669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9742790.post-77363492966758228132010-03-01T23:51:00.003-08:002010-03-02T00:21:21.693-08:00Mixtape #8: The Soundtracks of Our Lives<span style="font-size: small;"></span><br />
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I’ve picked up a new habit. Not up the up-the-nose variety, but rather the natural progression of my music/pop-culture geekatude. I’ve been making an effort, when with friends, to keep track of the music we listen to, the films, books and art that are discussed. It saves on the <i>hey dude, was was that song by that guy that did that thing that we listened to last</i> night texts. This is a habit I started a few years ago when I was spending a lot of time with a highly music nerdy couple. I was forever finding old receipts and crumpled napkins with vague wine stained notes about <i>something I absolutely had to check out. </i></span><br />
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The habit faded along with the friendship, and I’ve just recently picked it back up. I’m actually trying to keep track in my day planner. Yes, I still use a plain ‘ol book-form day planner. How quaint. It’s a nice reminder of where I was, and with whom, and what we geeked about. Plus, ticket stubs and wine labels paste in tidily.<br />
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The nice thing about having these nights in your own home is that you don’t have to take notes. You just stumble to the living room, check the recently played track list and and sift through the mountains of unsheathed records covering the floor. <br />
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Oh, quick aside. My aunt came up to my apartment the other day. The place was still a bit of a mess from the night before, so I pre-apologized and muttered something about vinyl littering the living room. She looked a little surprised and then gave me the ‘ol “<i><b>TMI!</b></i>”. It took a sec for it to click that she thought I meant vinyl fabric. Like some sort of gimp mask bondage fetish-wear or something. I should be so lucky. I think she was pretty relieved to see it was nothing more disturbing than Bob Dylan and Beach House. <br />
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Anyhow ... one of my favorite things is how someone else can sort of reintroduce you to your own collection. Seeing what people pull out, the songs they favour that aren’t necessarily where you tend to drop the needle. The ones you have the little ‘sigh, me too’ moments about. Oh, geekheart. <br />
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I was told (again) yesterday that I tend to listen to a lot of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVv5sIY57TA">Old Sad Bastard music</a>. I acknowledge and accept this. Dammit, I like an anthemic heart-heavy shoegaze as much as the next former SSRI fangirl. So there’s a bit of that going on here (possibly even a repeat or two), but it’s not all on me. This bad-boy is a collaboration strung together from the next-morning iPod list and vinyl pile that was largely established by my guest, who was also so kind as to come armed not just with wine, but with enough new music to keep me engaged in discovery for a good while. I might just have met my music geek equal. My geequal, if you will. <br />
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So, here’s Mixtape #8. The soundtrack to the best night I’ve had in a long time. Songs that were played, and ones that I have a hazy, wine fogged memory of discussing. And a few others, just because they seemed to fit. I hope you enjoy it. As ever, where possible band names link to their website/MySpace. Notes on the individual tracks follow.<br />
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<b> Mixtape #8 - The Soundtracks of Our Lives</b></span><br />
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1) In the Summertime - <a href="http://www.theraa.com/">The Rural Alberta Advantage</a><br />
2) Going To Acapulco - <a href="http://www.yimyames.com/site/">Jim James</a> & <a href="http://www.casadecalexico.com/">Calexico</a><span id="goog_1267514099485"></span><span id="goog_1267514099486"></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a> <br />
3) If I Go, I'm Goin - <a href="http://www.gregoryalanisakov.com/"> Gregory Alan Isakov </a> <br />
4) Girl from the North Country -<a href="http://www.bobdylan.com/"> Bob Dylan</a> and <a href="http://www.johnnycash.com/">Johnny Cash </a> <br />
5) My Old Ghosts -<a href="http://www.myspace.com/thewoodensky"> The Wooden Sky</a><br />
6) Coconut - <a href="http://feverray.com/">Fever Ray </a> <br />
7) Falling - <a href="http://www.myspace.com/juleecruise">Julee Cruise </a> <br />
8) You Came to Me - <a href="http://www.beachhousebaltimore.com/">Beach House </a> <br />
9) Shut Up I Am Dreaming of Places Where Lovers Have Wings -<a href="http://www.sunsetrubdown.net/"> Sunset Rubdown </a> <br />
10) Sweet Thing - <a href="http://www.vanmorrison.com/">Van Morrison </a> <br />
11) Let's Get It On - Marvin Gaye <br />
12) Colorado Girl - <a href="http://www.townesvanzandt.com/">Townes Van Zandt </a> <br />
13) To Ohio (Reprise) - <a href="http://www.lowanthem.com/">The Low Anthem</a><br />
14) After the Gold Rush (<a href="http://www.neilyoung.com/">Neil Young</a> Cover) - <a href="http://www.theeraser.net/Stage4UK/">Thom Yorke</a><br />
15) Long Time Running - <a href="http://www.thehip.com/">Tragically Hip </a> <br />
16) Oh! Sweet Nuthin' - <a href="http://www.loureed.com/">The Velvet Underground</a> <br />
* bonus track - It's a <a href="http://flightoftheconchords.co.nz/">Surprise</a>!<br />
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1) In the Summertime - I saw Rural Alberta Advantage with another relatively new friend a few weeks ago. We went after the opening of <a href="http://bigtinysmalls.com/">Big Tiny Smalls</a><span id="goog_1267514099565"></span><span id="goog_1267514099566"></span>’ Nude Dudes exhibit at<a href="http://www.dalesgallery.ca/"> Dale’s Gallery</a>, which you should check out if you are in the Victoria area. Yes, there is penis. They are, after all, nude dudes.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">2) Going To Acapulco - Still my favorite scene in <i>I’m Not There</i>, despite the Richard Gereness. Jim James’ voice is my aural happy place, and it’s been well established that I like a good horn section. Counting down to <a href="http://www.mymorningjacket.com/">My Morning Jacket</a> at <a href="http://www.sasquatchfestival.com/">Sasquatch</a>, for sure. And check out his solo work (as <a href="http://www.yimyames.com/site/">Yim Yames</a>) I painfully want the limited edition George Harrison tribute vinyl. Hint hint, world. Who am I kidding, I'll be ordering that myself from the kind folks at <a href="http://www.ditchrecords.com/">Ditch</a>. <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">3) If I Go, I'm Goin’ - One of my best new discoveries last year. And he’s a total peach - I faxed a note to a bar he was playing in San Francisco asking him to dedicate a song to some friends that were there, and he totally did. Big ups, Gregory. Big ups. </span><br />
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4) Girl from the North Country - Can’t go wrong with Bob Dylan or Johnny Cash. Put them together, got nothing to complain about for three minutes and forty four seconds. If you disagree, I probably can’t be your friend. </span><br />
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5) My Old Ghosts - We went to Wooden Sky after dinner. I wish I could say it was an amazing show, but I was (shudder, shame) a little to drunk/distracted to remember much about the specifics. They did sound good, and I had a fantastic time though, so still a total win. </span><br />
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6) Coconut - This one might be a repeat from a mix last year. Whatev’s, I love this song. Sad Old Bastard be damned. And Karin Dreijer-Andersson could teach Lady Gaga a thing or two about <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ymCP6zC_qJU">true costume/media freakadonk</a>. </span><br />
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7) Falling - The Theme Song from Twin Peaks (with lyrics). Sort of an inside joke, but also actually a song a listen to a fair amount, and have since I was about thirteen. David Lynch and Angelo Badalamenti are pretty legendary pairing, and add Julee Cruise’s voice to the mix and you have me swooning in all my ninth grade glory. </span><br />
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8) You Came to Me - I tend to cook to Billie Holiday, but I backed it up in the Bs a little. Semi-successful - dinner was a little on the overcooked side. Sigh. </span><br />
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9) Shut Up I Am Dreaming of Places Where Lovers Have Wings - Technically it was Coming to At Dawn that played, but I only have a 7”, so I’m subbing this in to represent for Sunset Rubdown. Sort of long, but I sort of love it, so whatever. </span><br />
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10) Sweet Thing - This was the second time that a record-mining guest has declared the superiority of Astral Weeks over Moondance. I have to agree. Mine is so old you can stick your arm through the sleeve, but it still plays like a hot damn. </span><br />
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11) Let's Get It On - Could a song be more of a classic? Even if it always brings to mind <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1V_-iZYIofU">Jack Black as Barry Jive and the Uptown Five at the end of High Fidelity. </a></span><br />
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12) Colorado Girl - In the last few weeks I’ve watched both Heartworn Highways and Be There to Love Me, and find myself shamed at how many Townes Van Zandt songs I’m only familiar with as covers. I aim to rectify this post-haste. </span><br />
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13) To Ohio (Reprise) - Another band I’m all gaaahahhhhh about seeing at Squantch. I like both versions of this song, but the Reprise is just so darn pretty. </span><br />
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14) After the Gold Rush - I went to a Neil Young tribute a few weeks ago. Newfound respect for Elvis Costello. I say goddamn. Since it was all covers I’m representing Neil here with one of my favorite covers, from Thom Yorke’s near legendary Live at Bridge School recording. If you need to sub in a falsetto, could it get any better than Thom Yorke? Without castrating a choir boy, that is. <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">15) Long Time Running - For no other reason than, despite being well out of my Tragically Hip phase, I still love this song. I want to dance with a whiskey-breathed stranger in a smokey, sawdust strewn roadhouse to this. <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">16) Oh! Sweet Nuthin' - Lou Reed also played the Neil Young tribute. Sort of a let down to be honest. He was the MOST geriatric. Like a hockey player without his stick, Old Lou looked as if he couldn’t stand independently without his guitar strapped on. Also, if anyone knows the whereabouts of my vinyl (Berlin live, I think), let a sister know. Or my black hi-tops for that matter. Shit is going missing around here. <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">* Bonus Track - because I had a flashback to how prevalent and pleasantly surprising bonus tracks were back when CDs were really taking off. And I burned out to the source of this a few days ago, and this song kills me. Kills me. So hard. <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">So there you have it. Mixtape #8. Signed. Sealed Delivered. I hope you enjoy. I’m going to spend a good hour in the shower trying to undo the shoulder knot this typing has caused. Such a martyr. I know. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">~ m </span></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12937863144853561669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9742790.post-53886438854462442662010-03-01T01:13:00.005-08:002010-03-01T11:47:57.966-08:00Every Feeling You Feel Is ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;">This isn't the post I was planning to write. I've been downright negligent the past few months - partially due to a relentless shoulder issue that makes typing sort of agony, and partially due to a weighty case of the blogging blahs. Between the two blogs I have probably a dozen posts started, but haven't has the chutzpah to get 'em done. So I was actually planning to get back on the pony by riding a podcast through the gate, but my box.net account was being a little douche, so it's on the back burner for a bit. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;">I took the new podcast for the old headphone test this morning. I just gave my notice at my apartment, and thought I should squeeze in a few more park / waterfront ambles while it still takes zero effort to get there. It was one of those almost garishly beautiful Victoria days that sort of makes me feel bad for 90% of the country and their stereotypically Canadian weather. And since 90% of the country was glued to their TVs watching Canada go for gold, I didn't have much company, which was quite nice. After thirtysomething years it still makes me smile to see peacocks in the park. I didn't see 'Ol Whitey, the albino peacock, which actually concerned me a little. Small aside - I saw the most amazing albino Asian man in Chinatown yesterday. I mean really. How often do you see that? I was like walking into the Benetton ad I covered my Grade 9 science book with. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;">Most of the benches along the waterfront were occupied by elderly couples soaking up the sun like contented old grey-muzzled dogs. Sorta cute. There's a bench on Dallas Road that's sort of special to my Mom and sisters. It's where we scattered my stepdad's ashes a few months ago. I haven't been up that way since, so I thought I'd take five and spend a little time with him, as it wasn't currently occupied by a grey-hair. As I approached it I realized it was covered with graffiti. Mailing labels. I think Avery 5160 (that's the admin nerd in me talking). Some messily coloured blue, most semi peeled off. My first reaction was '<i>oh, nice, of all the benches to fuck with ...'</i>. And then I started reading them. And I know it was probably just some bored kids feeling sort of Post Secret, but, honestly, it sort of took the wind out of me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"><br />
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I mean, how do you apologize to someone who's dead for not taking the time to know them better in life?<br />
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The only thing I can think is you do it by not making that mistake again. By nutting up and taking chances. By not holding people at arms length and counting on having the time to pull them closer. By not hardening yourself to all the awkward, inconvenient, maybe embarrassing thoughts and feelings that make us so achingly human. By using your voice to remind people of these things.<br />
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Mike, I hear you, loud and clear. <br />
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I am still finding my voice, but I promise you, it will be strong.<br />
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xo ~ mMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12937863144853561669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9742790.post-83450091027678514022010-01-04T00:12:00.001-08:002010-01-04T00:12:50.824-08:00Rice Boy CooksOh. My. Foreign boy couple crush. Jonsi and Alex (Rice Boy Sleeps and Sigur Ros) are pretty much the most adorable, creative, I-wanna-be-their-best-friend couple ever. They make my favorite music, and the loveliest art, and now offer up nutritious deliciousness. I like to think they're looking out for me, body and soul. And now having perused their free downloadable <i>Good Heart Recipe Book</i> I want to <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">have them over</span> visit them in Iceland and make diner and drink wine and listen to Jonsi's beautiful accent.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">You can download the recipe book <a href="http://jonsiandalex.com/recipes">here</a>, as well as watch pretty darn tootin' cute videos such as this one. <br />
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</div><a href="http://vimeo.com/5744893">Jónsi & Alex Recipe Show - Raw Strawberry Pie</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/jonsialex">Jónsi & Alex</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">And if you're all 'Sigur Ros, of course, but the heck is Rice Boy Sleeps?' you can check them out <a href="http://jonsiandalex.com/music">here</a>, and read my words of adoration <a href="http://shes-so-melicious.blogspot.com/2009/07/rice-boy-sleeps.html">here</a>. I think I'm going to put them on now and let them lull me to sleep.<br />
</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12937863144853561669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9742790.post-15830698030924016512009-12-23T23:10:00.002-08:002009-12-24T12:10:31.188-08:00In Which Frye Makes Me Cry (Not Really, But It Was Close)I go through a lot of boots. I mostly wear dresses, and as I walk everywhere and therefor can't wear heels most days I pretty much live in tall boots. I wear them fairly hard too. I have a weird heel wear pattern and rarely get through a season without having to get a zipper replaced. I blame the zipper issue partially on my chubby calves, which cause a little buckling around the ankle, which is where the zip eventually fails. And it's not that I'm buying cheap boots either. I do, however, balk at spending over $300 on footwear. Which is why I've been having a quarter decade unfulfilled love affair with Frye.<br />
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Frye boots are amazing. Sadly they're also hella trendy and everywhere now. And by everywhere I mean I've seen them at Winners. Not the styles I'm particularly smitten with, but still. I've had my eye on the <a href="http://www.thefryecompany.com/Product-Women-Boots-Tall%20Shaft-77605BLK.aspx">Veronica Slouch </a>for years, but haven't been happy with the brown the past few seasons. They've been doing a weird distressed thing, which I can't get down with (not apparent in the photo above, but super obvious on the physical beast). Whaddup with that, Frye? But these bad boys accommodate my monster calf and don't have a zipper, so booya, boots that might see a few Septembers. I've been patiently waiting for the right brown to come about, using that time to convince myself that I'd be better off dropping a short stack of Borden's (like Benjamin's, only Canadian) on one pair of boots with workmanship that will get me through a few seasons.<br />
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And then ....<br />
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I found these.<br />
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That's right, a Frye boot named after me. Well, maybe not named after me, exactly, but c'mon, there's a kinship there. Sort of like how I felt about Melissa Gilbert and Melissa Sue Anderson (Laura and Mary Ingalls to you). And come to think of it, these boots would have looked quite at home in Walnut Creek.<br />
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But I digress. <br />
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I've been seeing these everywhere, it's like they're stalking me. On many of my favorite fashion blogs, (see, Jessica at <a href="http://whatiwore.tumblr.com/">What I Wore </a>knows what's down) on a lady on Fort Street I chased down to ask about them. She said it was her first day wearing them and she'd been comfy-cosy-no-sore-feet for eight hours. These, boots ... despite the terrifyingly narrow looking shaft, well, I had to swallow my pride and try.<br />
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So I went to Footloose today after work and, dear sweet baby Jesus (BTW - happy birthday!) they were on sale. Of course the lovely little pixie behind the till was wearing them. Tease. So I tried them on, and for a moment there was hope. Then horror of horrors ... wait for it .... my calf ...<br />
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My calf had a muffin top.<br />
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That's right. They didn't go up all the way because the gargantuan latitude of my calf prevented the sweet buttery leather from sliding up the full length, forcing some very 80s scrunching in the boot and some very unflattering flesh squeeze above it. <br />
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So no early Christmas present for me. No hints dropped to Hank that he can save himself the trouble of a ring and just offer these up with the promise of eternal love and stylish foot comfort. I'll stay just as I am, hobbling along on last year's worn-heel beauties, waiting for the right brown to come about in the Veronica Slouch.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12937863144853561669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9742790.post-9273496543886829822009-12-17T00:01:00.001-08:002009-12-17T10:22:24.088-08:00Thursday Five - Ways I Might Die or Sustain Major InjuryPardon the morbidity, but I've been giving this a lot of thought lately. Not because I have some weird death fetish thing, but because I am really accident prone and a touch of a hypochondriac. Seriously. Ever see my try to walk? <br />
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<b>1. Trip Over Griffin and Hit my Head</b><br />
When I first got Griffin (14ish years ago) a friend of mine nicknamed him Underfoot because he always is. I've tripped over, stepped on, punted and kicked the stinky little ginge (accidentally, obviously) innumerable times over the years, and he still has the nerve to act all indignant. Whatever, Griffin. I picture me bailing over the cat and hitting my head or neck like that scene in Million Dollar Baby. Craaaack. And I'm dead, or worse, paralyzed.<br />
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<b>2. Choke on a Hair Pin</b><br />
I have a bad habit of holding hair pins in my mouth while putting my hair up. It would be just my style to somehow inhale and choke on one.<br />
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<b>3. Brain Tumor</b><br />
Over the past few years I've been fairly convinced I've had all of the following - lupus (hypochondriac favorite because it can explain so many random symptoms), breast cancer, lyme disease, the herp, colitis, inflammatory bowel disease ... among others. But brain tumors ... oh man, I keep coming back to that one. Random stabbing pains in the head? Brain tumor! Lumpy forhead? Brain tumor! Weird vision things? Brain tumor! Most likely I'm just really tired and have a naturally lumpy skull, but part of me is always in fear of a tumor. Anurysm's, clots, and other brain maladies freak me out too. I totally had to stop watching House, because it just fed the fear.<br />
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<b>4. Random Bystander Victim of Violence</b><br />
I've both witnessed a stabbing and narrowly missed being plugged by a stray bullet. So narrowly that the concrete shrapnel from the wall the bullet lodged in hit my friend in the face. True story. I've also stepped in to break up fights on the street, which is pretty stupid given that people tend to get shot, stabbed or severely beaten trying to help in such situations. <br />
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<b>5. Under an Avalanche of Pots in My Kitchen</b><br />
I love my hanging pot rack. It keeps the kitchen tidy and frees up cupboard space. However, it's right above my chopping block, and I've several times thought 'damn, this would be a terrible place to be standing during an earthquake'.<br />
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Do you have any weird phobias? Ways you think the Reaper might getcha?Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12937863144853561669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9742790.post-25763965644018585482009-12-11T19:23:00.001-08:002009-12-11T19:23:47.397-08:00Merry Christmas to Me?<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I popped the heel off a boot yesterday. Now, this is by no means a tragedy. The heels and zippers had already been replaced once, and though they still look good, they're leaky in the rain. And it rains here. A lot. I've been keeping an eye out for a stylish-yet-practical pair of boots to replace them, as I rely pretty heavily on them for my on-foot commute to work. Tis the season for great prices, and I'm in the market. So what did I come home with today?<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But here's the deal. I saw them yesterday. I fondled them. I loved them. I did not try them on. I spent a good 30 minutes last night searching online to no avail (turns out I had the brand wrong). I went back at lunch today. They weren't on the shelf! <i>'Oh noes!'</i> I though. <i>'Did I dream them? We're they at a different store? Was I high?'</i> The I saw it. On the sale wall. $40 off. And only one pair in each of the colours. And both in my size. This never happens. I am an 8.5 or 9, which seems big, but is surprisingly standard. Usually <i>last one left's</i> are more in the range of 5.5 or 10. So see, it was meant to be. I struggled with the purple or black decision - black is so practical, but most of my shoes are black, and I thought I'd wear the purple ones more in the spring. So these entirely impractical purple boots now call my feet home, which leaves me with a small matter of replacing leaky day-to-day wear black boots to deal with.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It actually came while I was reading <a href="http://www.yesandyes.org/">Yes and Yes </a>, which was kind of funny. I know I can be a bit of a cynic and don't usually go for <i>inspirational </i>type stuff, but most of it is garden variety kittens n' quotes and Chicken Soup for the Soul type scmaltz, and that shit straight up makes me gag. This little gem though ... it's so pretty and thoughtful and charming with a dash of irreverence. I may have teared up a little. It also came with a little handwritten note from the lovely Sarah Von, who I think I might be developing a bit of a blogger crush on. I think you should check it out. It's a lovely gift, for yourself or a bestie, and at $18 is on par price wise with the big glossies. And you get the satisfaction of knowing that your money is going to an <i>actual person</i>, who put time and effort and heart into making something beautiful and putting it out into the world.<br />
</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12937863144853561669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9742790.post-6267814262197666742009-12-09T20:32:00.003-08:002009-12-09T20:38:32.012-08:00Winter SkinOK, I know this makes me a total pansy, and, having done time in Kingston and Montreal I should be tougher than this, but oh. my. god ... my skin is freaking out with this cold, dry air. How did the Ingalls ladies maintain their healthy, warm glow with all the manual labour and walking miles into town for an education in the blustery snow wearing thin lace-up boots and tights, and with only a wood stove to keep them warm at night? I'm starting to empathize! Yes, I know it's barely -1, and everyone east of Hope has it so much harder, but whatever, when you live in Xanadu you soften up.<br />
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The problem isn't my face. It's holding up rather well. I've had my seasonal blemish, and am so over it. It's everything else. Mostly my legs. I swear, the other day they were so dry and itchy I wouldn't have been surprised to see -looks around, and whispers - <i>flaking</i>. Ewww! They're so dry it hurts to shave. But I am an optimist, and don't believe in neglecting maintenance just because it's not summer, so maintain I will! My arms and back are also feeling the cold, and I'm sure sleeping in a 16 degree bedroom isn't helping.<br />
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I'm not a huge fan of heavy moisturizers and tend towards body oils. I've been using <a href="http://www.albabotanica.com/?id=68&pid=332">this</a> Alba Kuki Nut Organic Body Oil for a while now.<br />
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It has a light but nutty, summery scent that makes me want to have someone snuggle in close, so I try to not hold it responsible for the fact that it also makes me think of Jessica Alba's sourpuss face every time I use it. It's not the product's fault any more than it's my fault that my surname was used in a <a href="http://www.bestads.tv/view/2865/ky-intense-mr.-and-mrs.-gignac/">KY ad</a>. I mean really ... KY is for amateurs. But I digress. Back to the Alba oil, sadly though I'm not sure it's going to get me through the winter. It might be relegated to spring/summer status.<br />
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So, if anyone out there wants to toss the name of their favorite light-by-effective moisturizing product my way my verging on flaky legs and I would surely thank you.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12937863144853561669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9742790.post-54671074018825668692009-12-08T23:44:00.000-08:002009-12-08T23:44:56.503-08:00She's So DeliciousJust a wee note to say that I've started a sister blog to for my experiements in the kitchen. If looking at fashion makes you hungry, or you need something to munch on post bowl-smoking as you chillax to a podcast, pop on over to <a href="http://shessodelicious.blogspot.com/">She's So Delicious</a> for a little divine inspiration.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12937863144853561669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9742790.post-31636309782431042642009-12-06T23:34:00.000-08:002009-12-06T23:34:34.384-08:00Versatile Dress, with a Side of BoobI <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">love having boobs and curve and all that, but am a little jealous of more conservatively endowed women who can rock the no bra, super slouchy or super architectural and structured look. I've been mooning over this dress (found at </span><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/wearit" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Wear it Like You Mean It</a><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">), but think it's more appropriate on a Kate Husdon type body. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">What do you think? Is there hope for a dress like this working on a girl that's packing heat front and back? Or is it the domain of the lithe, lean, braless wonders?</span>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12937863144853561669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9742790.post-39989888398858630892009-12-05T23:56:00.003-08:002009-12-06T00:00:33.670-08:001,591,311th Best (or Worst?) at Something. Yeah Me!<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's Saturday night and I had tentative plans to go to the Mint Records Christmas Party at Logan's to see the Pack AD. Instead I decided to complete my transformation to Sad Old Bastard by donning my new seasonal (snowflake!) flannel pjs and curling up on the couch with a 14 year old bulimic ginger cat for a nap. I win at life. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Of course, the geriatric ginger had to wake me up (by yowling in my face) so he could refuel his vomit cannon, so now I'm awake and in that weird </span></span><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">not ready to go to bed</span></span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> place. Thanks, cat.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia;">So what's a girl to do? Something that requires almost no effort and will kill a good half hour? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia;">If said girl is a bit of narcissist the answer is Google self. Obviously. So I Googled shessomelicious and was surprised and amused to find that much of what came up, even before this blog, was Twitter related. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">For instance, a </span></span><a href="http://tweetmeme.com/story/166621278/twitpic-share-photos-on-twitter"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">tweet meme</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> from a friend's summer post about an eye patch I embroidered for him. (Click images to enlarge)</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And some site that posts tweets about</span></span><a href="http://myloveandseduction.com/191267-Twitter-Tweets-about-Desire-as-of-September-26-2009.html"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> love and seduction,</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> although mine is really about my love for nerdy Canadian indy music.</span></span><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And my personal </span></span><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">make my mama proud</span></span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> favorite ... someone (Richard Henry) with too much time on their hands has created a </span></span><a href="http://cursebird.com/shessomelicious"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">site that tracks swearing </span></span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">in Twitter posts, and apparently I swear like a bad golfer.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">That's right, bitches, I'm ranked </span></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: none; color: #3a2b1d; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> 1,591,311th sweariest Twitterer in the world. </span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm being outsworn by </span></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Dooce (</span></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">543,953 - swears like a Gangsta Rapper) and the ladies from </span></span><a href="http://theboobs.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Boobs</span></span></span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">, </span></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> who both swear like George Carlin, despite the wide gap in their rankings (</span></span><span style="padding-right: 6px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">glossyloca is r</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">anked 34,673 desboobs is 5,710th).</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I don't really know what the rankings are, but if there's something more along the lines of </span></span><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">swears like a redneck that just found out her husband is her brother ... </span></span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">well, I'm going to make that my goal.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I want this. I want it bad. Does anyone know where I can get it in BC? Even the ones on eBay are in the UK. Booo!!!! I'm fairly sure I've seen it in a store, am thinking an art gallery? Maybe the VAG? That would be grand. Could have been the MOCA in LA. That would be less convenient. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's sooooo pretty, and will go so nicely in my soon to be redecorated bedroom. Silver or copper would do.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Please keep your peepers peeled. </span></span>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12937863144853561669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9742790.post-67682284222924007472009-11-26T19:00:00.007-08:002009-11-27T00:11:39.258-08:00This Ain't Yo Mama's Art Class<div style="text-align: left;">I take art classes. There. I said it. I can't draw my way across a straight line (never mind an Deadwoodesque pistol battle!), I've lost my previously honed skills for determining development time and density in the darkroom, and I just made a mess of my first mold / casting project, but whatever ... I take them anyways.</div><div><br /></div><div>Why? </div><div><br /></div><div>Because (despite the suckage) I love them. Not as much as I love lanky men, Macedonian feta or Movember, but I love them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>And also ... art classes are ripe for the sweet sweet comedy!</div><div><br /></div><div>Doubters? Check these gems from a unit on pinhole photography. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><i>'I'm going to have to check your holes.'</i><div><br /></div><div><i>'You're hole is too big.'<br /></i><div><br /></div><div><i>'Hmmmm ... your hole looks a little rough.'</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Seriously? You expect me to keep a straight face?</div><div><br /></div><div>(Keep in mind, despite my early-30s-nerdy-lady-skin-suit, I'm really just a sexually frustrated 15 year old boy on the inside.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Or these more recent panty-wetters, courtesy of sculpture class.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>'You get it wet, get it hot, bend it a bit. Get it wet, get it hot, bend it a bit.'</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>'See how rigid I can make it.'</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>I am not making this up. You can check my notes. Yes, I am juvenile enough to write this stuff down, but whatever. I also take copious and accurate notes during <a href="http://www.pbs.org/art21/">Art:21</a> screenings (because PBS flippin' rocks). So suck it, haters.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>However, despite my propensity for inappropriate outbursts of gigglage, during a recent video demo on mold making using a live model I was one of the few <i><b>not</b></i> giggling uncomfortably and making gynocological comments as two men slathered think blue goo all over woman wearing nothing more than what appeared to be:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div> Nia Vardalos' <a href="http://www.femail.com.au/niavardalos.htm">hair</a>:</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzwgko1sD3M/Sw-A56gXlCI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Uca2xZl8BHI/s320/niavardalos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408683409941173282" /></div><div><br /></div><div> and Revlon Toast of New York lipstick (Helllooooo 90s!).</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzwgko1sD3M/Sw-BQvbkFJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/OfW4ZnPe3Vk/s320/cindyglam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408683802105222290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>(Check out <a href="http://www.beautifulhairstyles.com/pictures/cindyglam.jpg">Cindy</a> rocking my high school fantasy look! I had a few five finger discount Toast of NewYork lipsticks and a foot-wide [ok, 1.5 inch] barreled curling iron with which I attempted those casual waves, but that's another post.)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div>Not only was I not giggling, but I was actually annoyed at missing the instructional dialogue in the wake of giggles as the goo was slathered on her breasts and pubic area. I did manage to catch a sweet tip regarding excessive body hair / pubes - the model should slather on petroleum jelly or thick conditioner ... apparently out Nia lookalike went with conditioner. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, I've had The Flaming Lips'<i> She Don't Use Jelly </i>in my head since Wednesday. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AfpyoGFJNNE&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AfpyoGFJNNE&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>But I digress. Point being, I was adult-like and annoyed at the disruption to my learning - a fact that loans further credence to my assertion that I have a personality distorting brain tumor. </div><div><br /></div><div>However, I thing I redeemed myself fully in this fine moment shared with a Fairway's cashier upon dashing down to purchase petroleum jelly for the class to use as a resist in our plaster molds.</div><div><br /></div><div>Me (approaching the cashier with three tubs of Vasaline):<i> 'Ummmm .... It's for an art class.'</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Cashier (snickering):<i> 'I wasn't going to ask.'</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Me: <i>'That's about as awkward as buying nothing but a lone cucumber.'</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Cashier:<i> 'Oh ... or a carrot.' *</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Me:<i> 'Hmmm ... cucumber's too ambitious?'</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">* I just about peed the couch tonight watching Withnail and I ... Uncle Monty's tirade about the quality of root vegetables (carrots in particular) vs. flowers:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">" The carrot has mystery. Flowers are essentially tarts. Prostitutes for the bees. There is, you will agree, a certain je ne sais quoi, oh so very special, about a firm young carrot."</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Well said, Monty, well said.</span></div><div><br /></div></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12937863144853561669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9742790.post-54550342782050840302009-10-10T11:13:00.007-07:002009-10-10T12:01:16.396-07:00Mixtape #7 - Post 33rd Birthday Burnout Mix<span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >True to the title of this mix, I burned out on posting it. Rest assured, it provided a fantastic aural backdrop to the Sunday morning post-birthday burnout and breakfast with the five go-hards that were scattered across various furniture and floor locales in the morning. I myself awoke in a sleeping bag on the bathroom floor ... but it was a preventive measure only. So far my 30s are pretty barf free (from drinking, anyways). I'm such a grown-up.<br /><br />I have to give a big thank you shout-out to everyone that made my 33rd so fantastic. Friends I've known for up to 16 years ( I love you Jay!) and friendships that are barely months in the making. A few I've just recently reconnected with and am so happy to have back in my life. You all made it so very special and I absolutely adore you all.<br /><br />Hopefully this little mix will come in handy for your turkey comas.<br /><br />Tracklist (no cover on account of still burning out).<br /><br />1. Death By Ninja (A Love Song) - <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.woodpigeon-songbook.com">Woodpigeon</a> <br />2. Auburn and Ivory - <a href="http://www.beachhousemusic.net/Beach_House/Home.html">Beach House</a> <br />3. Some Say (I Got Devil) - <a href="http://www.myspace.com/princebonniebilly">Bonnie "Prince" Billy</a>/<a href="http://www.trts.com/splash.html">Tortoise</a> <br />4. Silent Signs - <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.myspace.com/deyarmondedison">DeYarmond Edison</a><br />5. Colors - <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.amoslee.com/">Amos Lee </a><br />6. Stay Free - <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.blackmountainarmy.com/">Black Mountain</a><br />7. Mango Tree -<a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.angusandjuliastone.com/"> Angus & Julia Stone </a><br />8. Daydreamer - <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.myspace.com/adelelondon">Adele </a> <br />9. At Sea - <a href="http://www.electrelane.com/">Electrelane</a> <br />10. That Sea, The Gambler - <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.thefreight.net">Gregory Alan Isakov </a><br />11. Rocket Man - <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mymorningjacket.com">My Morning Jacket </a><br />12. Who's Lauging? - <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.myspace.com/milesbenjaminanthonyrobinson">Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson </a><br />13. One Wing - <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.wilcoworld.net/">Wilco</a><br />14. Low Man - <a href="http://www.blogger.com/albertacross.net">Alberta Cross </a> <br />15. Jolene - <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.raylamontagne.com">Ray LaMontagne </a><br />16. Wake up Time - <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.tompetty.com">Tom Petty </a><br />17. Metropol 47 -<a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.markkozelek.com"> Mark Kozelek </a><br />18. Everybody But Me -<a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.lykkeli.com"> Lykke Li</a><br />19. All Tomorrow's Parties - The Velvet Underground <br /><br /></span><div style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To add to podcasts: if you are already subscribed hit refresh. If not, in iTunes go to Advanced, Subscribe to Podcast, and paste in this:</span></span><a href="http://shes-so-melicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0); text-decoration: none;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">http://shes-so-melicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. You can also click on the post title to link to a downloadable file.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br />Have a fantastic long weekend.<br /><br /><br />xo ~ m</span>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12937863144853561669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9742790.post-8075071928070262012009-10-01T22:40:00.010-07:002010-02-08T00:12:48.266-08:00Mixtape #6 - Happy Frick Frackin' 33rd (Peppy)<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was my birthday yesterday. Mostly it was a normal day - worked, went to class, drank beer - except I got to squeeze in a lovely dinner with my lovely mother, and my lunchtime tea came with a side of whiskey. My Facebook saw more action than usual ... sadly my junk did not.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The birthdonk throwdown is Saturday, and I had fully intended to get CD invites out a month ago. Clearly that didn't happen and the best I managed was a crappy PDF'd email invite. What? I've been busy! </span></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So instead the </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Frick Frackin' 33rd Birthday Soundtrack</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> is coming to you in the form of two podcasts. That's right, I said two. A peppy mix for throwing back drinks and gettin' yer hair did pre-party, and a mellowish post-party sunday morning burnout mix for the day after. Hopefully I'll get that one posted tomorrow. </span></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So, for now, a little juice to get your padunk shimmying.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzwgko1sD3M/SsWb_zVqeYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tdyvibm77OM/s1600-h/091001_Mixtape6_Cover.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387884049633802626" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzwgko1sD3M/SsWb_zVqeYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tdyvibm77OM/s400/091001_Mixtape6_Cover.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 189px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: georgia;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(Image links to a downloadable cover)</span></i></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: georgia;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">1. Two Weeks</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> - </span></span></span></span><a href="http://www.grizzly-bear.net/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Grizzly Bear</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> (you jerks in Vancouver can see them</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Oct. 14th at the Vogue.)</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">2. When U Love Somebody</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> - </span></span></span></span><a href="http://www.fruitbatsmusic.com/fruitbatsmusic.com/index.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Fruit Bats</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">3. After the Curtain</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> - </span></span></span></span><a href="http://www.beirutband.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Beirut</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><a href="http://www.beirutband.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></a></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">4. To the Lighthouse</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> - </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"><a href="http://patrickwolf.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Patrick Wolf </span></span></span></a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://patrickwolf.com/"></a></span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">5. Tone Bank Jungle</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> - </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"><a href="http://www.holyfuckmusic.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Holy Fuck</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.holyfuckmusic.com/"></a></span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">6. We Share Our Mothers' Health</span></span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> - </span></span></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.theknife.net"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Knife</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.theknife.net"></a></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">7. Michael</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> - </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.franzferdinand.co.uk"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Franz Ferdinand</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.franzferdinand.co.uk"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></a></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.franzferdinand.co.uk"></a></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: #307d00; font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">8. Rise & Fall</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> - </span></span></span></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.myspace.com/theracoonsmusic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Racoons </span></span></span></a></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">9. Thy Will Be Done</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> - </span></span></span></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.handsomefurs.com"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Handsome Furs </span></span></span></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">10. Believe in Yourself</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> - </span></span></span></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.disasteradio.org"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Disasteradio </span></span></span></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">11. Raise Me Up</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> - </span></span></span></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/herculesandloveaffair.com"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hercules and Love Affair </span></span></span></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">12. Move With Your Lover</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> - </span></span></span></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ghostlandobservatory.net/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ghostland Observatory </span></span></span></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">13. Feelgood By Numbers</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> - </span></span></span></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.thegoteam.co.uk/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Go! Team</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">14. Atoms Tomb</span></span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> - </span></span></span></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.electrelane.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Electrelane</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.electrelane.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></a></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.electrelane.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">15. You! Me! Dancing!</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> - </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/loscampesinos.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Los Campesinos!</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/loscampesinos.com/"></a></span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">16. She's Lost Control</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> - </span></span></span></span><a href="http://www.myspace.com/joydivision"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Joy Division</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">17. Come In Alone</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> - </span></span></span></span><a href="http://www.mybloodyvalentine.co.uk/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My Bloody Valentine</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><a href="http://www.mybloodyvalentine.co.uk/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></a></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">18. Graveyard Girl</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> - </span></span></span></span><a href="http://www.ilovem83.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">M83</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">19. I Quit Girls</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> - </span></span></span></span><a href="http://japandroids.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Japandroids</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Courier; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"><br />
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