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If you haven't heard The Gaslight Anthem, think Springsteen by way of Kings of Leon, compulsively catchy songs with a driving, stripped down sound.
The Gaslight Anthem on Myspace.
The Gaslight Anthem on Myspace.
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Finding the perfect cover of "It Aint Me Babe" for the mix I'm making during a review of my iTunes library.
*bounces*
edit - thanks to Roxy for catching my bad html.
*bounces*
edit - thanks to Roxy for catching my bad html.
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The Breeders. Live at Vicar Street.
Fucking brilliant.
Fucking brilliant.
QED I am over the 'flu and recovered from my holiday (Vienna and Venice, baby! Whoo!) and still and giant nerd. Or geek. I'm not sure which. Anyone have a definition handy? How do you know if you're a nerd or a geek? And what is the difference? Or should I just accept that I'm generally socially retarded and a bit odd and leave it at that?
In other news:
There is Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles comment fic in the comments to the above entry courtesy of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
taraljc who took me at my "you are a bad woman-oppressing fanfic writer" word and wrote Derek/Sarah angst to atone. No one is sure quite how we've managed to oppress women by writing stories about cool women like Sarah Connor and Aeryn Sun, but I aim to write (and encourage others to write) angsty pre-smut until we figure it out or the patriarchy surrenders. Whichever happens first. Or I get bored. Or strike porn. One of them.
Could Summer Glau be a nicer person? Now I want to go rewatch all the River Tam bits of Firefly again (I have promised myself that I will stop rewatching TSCC before I memorize all the dialogue).
This is what Benicio Del Toro will look like in Wolfman. This is not what the werewolves in my story will look like.
Ever.
How many versions of the "The Green Fields of France" do I fucking need? Three strikes me as one, if not two, too many. Surprisingly, of the three I have - The Fureys, Shilelagh Law and the Dropkick Murphys - the Murphys' version was the best.
What the song really needs is a June Tabor or a Shane McGowan cover. If anyone knows of such a thing, please let me know.
Oh, what the hell people - Sarah Connor does not bake, okay? It's not a tough thing or a feminist thing, it's a baking-is-a-giant-fucking-effort-that-requires-time-and-actual-culinary-skill thing, which would be two things we've established that Sarah Connor has never had much. Why do you think the Connor family lives on pancakes? It's something a ten year old with a spatula and a hotplate can cook. *faceplam* Jesus.
On a related note - I need a better Latin translation for "Bad fic fucks you up worse than crack" than Fabula Mala Fissilis Deterium Cupidare. Anyone who's Latin is fresher than mine care to help?
PS - I want a t-shirt that says "Coming This Summer: River Tam Beats Up Everyone." - I wonder if it's XKCD or Joss Whedon I need to convince?
In other news:
taraljc who took me at my "you are a bad woman-oppressing fanfic writer" word and wrote Derek/Sarah angst to atone. No one is sure quite how we've managed to oppress women by writing stories about cool women like Sarah Connor and Aeryn Sun, but I aim to write (and encourage others to write) angsty pre-smut until we figure it out or the patriarchy surrenders. Whichever happens first. Or I get bored. Or strike porn. One of them.Ever.
What the song really needs is a June Tabor or a Shane McGowan cover. If anyone knows of such a thing, please let me know.
PS - I want a t-shirt that says "Coming This Summer: River Tam Beats Up Everyone." - I wonder if it's XKCD or Joss Whedon I need to convince?
1) I'm leaving on a week's holiday tomorrow then jaunting across the Irish Sea for 12 hours in England (most of which will be spent in airports. Joy).
2) Johnny Cash. TERMINATOR: THE SARAH CONNOR CHRONICLES played Johnny Cash. Oh, show, you are so coming back next season.
3) I will post about something other TSCC one day soon. In the meantime, US residents can check out TERMINATOR: THE SARAH CONNOR CHRONICLES at FOXonDemand and TakeBackTheFuture.com.
They played "When the Man Comes Around" over a fight scene. How can you not love a show that loves Johnny Cash?
Oh, Johnny. You were the man.
Playing hurling without a helmet. Particularly if you are a goalkeeper.
While I'm at it - Cúige Chonnach Abu!
Also, I have given up, I'm in Ireland now and it's time I accepted that fact - I'm learning the words to "the Fields of Anthenry", aka "the fucking Fields of Anthenry", aka "NOT the Fields of Fucking Anthenry", aka "that bloody song".
[Eek! One of the Connacht lads, who are essentially the County Galway Hurling side, has broken his ankle. Poor laddie.]
It's ines-fucking-scapable here and people don't understand when you tell them you hate it. It's the unofficial anthem of Irish soccer and rugby and bloody hell, it's like it's fucking haunting me. So rather than rage against the day, I've decided to learn the words. Albeit with the help of the Dropkick Murphys, who I forgive for being Red Sox fans - they're Bostoners and can't be expected to know any better.
Also, everyone who's told me how "The Fields of Anthenry" is a traditional Irish ballad of long-standing can kiss my ass - it was written in 1979.
The lyrics:
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling
"Michael, they have taken you away
For you stole Trevelyan's corn
So the young might see the morn'
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay"
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young man calling
"Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free
Against the famine and the Crown
I rebelled, they cut me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity"
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely harbour wall, she watched the last star falling
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
For she'll live in hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry
(Pete St. John, 1979)
While I'm at it - Cúige Chonnach Abu!
Also, I have given up, I'm in Ireland now and it's time I accepted that fact - I'm learning the words to "the Fields of Anthenry", aka "the fucking Fields of Anthenry", aka "NOT the Fields of Fucking Anthenry", aka "that bloody song".
[Eek! One of the Connacht lads, who are essentially the County Galway Hurling side, has broken his ankle. Poor laddie.]
It's ines-fucking-scapable here and people don't understand when you tell them you hate it. It's the unofficial anthem of Irish soccer and rugby and bloody hell, it's like it's fucking haunting me. So rather than rage against the day, I've decided to learn the words. Albeit with the help of the Dropkick Murphys, who I forgive for being Red Sox fans - they're Bostoners and can't be expected to know any better.
Also, everyone who's told me how "The Fields of Anthenry" is a traditional Irish ballad of long-standing can kiss my ass - it was written in 1979.
The lyrics:
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling
"Michael, they have taken you away
For you stole Trevelyan's corn
So the young might see the morn'
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay"
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young man calling
"Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free
Against the famine and the Crown
I rebelled, they cut me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity"
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely harbour wall, she watched the last star falling
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
For she'll live in hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry
(Pete St. John, 1979)
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Ian Brown, late of the Stone Roses (I wanna be adored is one of the best rock songs ever), has gone balls out with his latest single, "Illegal Attacks". According to XFM, some Brit stations are already refusing to play it, which makes me wonder about airplay in North America...
"Soldiers come home" - says it all, really.
"Soldiers come home" - says it all, really.
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I just heard the most awesome song:
~Dan le Sac vs. Scroobius Pip
Thou shalt not steal if there is direct victim.
Thou shalt not worship pop idols or follow lost prophets.
Thou shalt not take the names of Johnny Cash, Joe Strummer, Johnny Hartman, Desmond Decker, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix or Syd Barret in vain.
Thou shalt not think that any male over the age of 30 that plays with a child that is not their own is a peadophile… Some people are just nice.
Thou shalt not read NME.
Thall shalt not stop liking a band just because they’ve become popular.
Thou shalt not question Stephen Fry.
Thou shalt not judge a book by it’s cover.
Thou shalt not judge Lethal Weapon by Danny Glover.
Thall shalt not buy Coca-Cola products. Thou shalt not buy Nestle products.
Thou shalt not go into the woods with your boyfriend’s best friend, take drugs and cheat on him.
Thou shalt not fall in love so easily.
Thou shalt not use poetry, art or music to get into girls’ pants. Use it to get into their heads.
Thou shalt not watch Hollyoakes.
Thou shalt not attend an open mic and leave as soon as you're done just because you’ve finished your shitty little poem or song you self-righteous prick.
Thou shalt not return to the same club or bar week in, week out just ’cause you once saw a girl there that you fancied but you’re never gonna fucking talk to.
Thou shalt not put musicians and recording artists on ridiculous pedestals no matter how great they are or were.
The Beatles - Were just a band.
Led Zepplin - Just a band.
The Beach Boys - Just a band.
The Sex Pistols - Just a band.
The Clash - Just a band.
Crass - Just a band.
Minor Threat - Just a band.
The Cure - Just a band.
The Smiths - Just a band.
Nirvana - Just a band.
The Pixies - Just a band.
Oasis - Just a band.
Radiohead - Just a band.
Bloc Party - Just a band.
The Arctic Monkeys - Just a band.
The next big thing - JUST A BAND.
Thou shalt give equal worth to tragedies that occur in non-English speaking countries as to those that occur in English speaking countries.
Thou shalt remember that guns, bitches and bling were never part of the four elements and never will be.
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music
Thou shalt not pimp my ride.
Thou shalt not scream if you wanna go faster.
Thou shalt not move to the sound of the wickedness.
Thou shalt not make some noise for Detroit.
When I say “Hey” thou shalt not say “Ho”.
When I say “Hip” thou shalt not say “Hop”.
When I say "he say, she say, we say, make some noise" - kill me.
Thou shalt not quote me happy.
Thou shalt not shake it like a polaroid picture.
Thou shalt not wish your girlfriend was a freak like me.
Thou shalt spell the word “Pheonix” P-H-E-O-N-I-X not P-H-O-E-N-I-X, regardless of what the Oxford English Dictionary tells you.
Thou shalt not express your shock at the fact that Sharon got off with Bradley at the club last night by saying “Is it”.
Thou shalt think for yourselves.
And thou shalt always kill.
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Things That Made Me Cry Today:
· watching Jessye Norman dressed in le (?) drapeau tricolore singing La Marseillaise
· Land of Hope and Glory from the Last Night of the Proms album I bought from iTunes
· Jerusalem because it reminds me of my grandparents, Kit and Les, and it's just so beautiful and meant.
Things That Didn't Make Me Cry Today:
· the ass who I told to leave the driver alone on the streetcar this evening and, after I told him to take his own advice (he'd told me to be quiet) since I didn't want to listen to him, offered this riposte: "Well we have to listen to you eat, fatty."
Seriously?
Seriously?!
"Fatty" - that's the best your easily 30 pounds overweight, sweatpants and "Beerpal.com" t-shirt-wearing, platic bag and Two/Four-carting, 'I don't have the smarts to get directions before I leave but I will be an ass to the conductor because she doesn't know the way to buddy's house" ass could come up with: "fatty"?
My God.
I am stricken, stricken - I do not know how I shall ever manage to carry on, so mortally wounded as I am by your deadly wit! *swoons*
Or, y'know, not.
To paraphrase Churchill, tomorrow I'll be thinner but you'll still be a rude, mannerless jackass - only not as smart because your average jackass can, at least, find his way back to his stall at the end of the day.
Alas, since I'm posting about this, I can't claim to be completely unaffected after being insulted by such a specimen of Toronto manhood, but I'm kind of pleased with myself because my reaction was largely to be bemused: "we have to listen to you eat, fatty." Seriously? It was like I was suddenly transported back to grade 7/8 [aka junior high] - Oh, Noez, You Called Me Fat; I Must Go And Die of Shame Nowz - only completely different because, not being 14, I didn't quail and crumble inside, open up a psychic vein or anything else. Instead, it was like I showed up for a duel only to have the other guy pull a wiffle bat instead of a broadsword - you think you're going to hurt me with that? Seriously?
Dude, my dad's more verbally abusive saying goodnight after a family party (that was Thursday night, btw - and people wonder why I avoid men). Not to mention, people who wear droopy-ass track pants in public should not be casting no nasturtiums on the appearance of others.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I feel good and strong this evening, like I discovered that someone had filled in a chink in my armour while I wasn't looking. I was fat as a teenager and I'm fat as an adult (shocker) and it's something I struggle with, particularly in terms of self-confidence and self-esteem. I'd still rather have a body like Katee Sackhoff and I still have a lot of issues related to my appearance that leave me, at best, ambivalent about doing the work and committing to the healthier lifestyle that would bring me closer to that personal ideal. I'm not a happy fat person (I'm actually kind of a frustrated fat person since most of the things I want to do my weight makes more difficult) but I refuse to give in to the people and the prejudices that consider the breadth of my ass the most important signifier of my personal worth. And as long as losing weight seems to be giving into that segment of our culture, there's a very large part of my psyche standing there screaming "FUCK YOU, I'll lose weight when you stop being a vapid, fatuous, shallow fucktard" and giving moral heft to the part of me that would rather go home, take a bath and read a novel after a day at the office than hit the gym. But in spite of all that, I'm stronger and happier and more settled in my self and more confident today than I was before.
So, I guess maybe I'm a little grateful to Mr. Droopy-Drawers for showing me how far I've come because, yeah, I'm fat. But you're still an asshole.
On the whole, I think I'd rather be fat.
· watching Jessye Norman dressed in le (?) drapeau tricolore singing La Marseillaise
· Land of Hope and Glory from the Last Night of the Proms album I bought from iTunes
· Jerusalem because it reminds me of my grandparents, Kit and Les, and it's just so beautiful and meant.
Things That Didn't Make Me Cry Today:
· the ass who I told to leave the driver alone on the streetcar this evening and, after I told him to take his own advice (he'd told me to be quiet) since I didn't want to listen to him, offered this riposte: "Well we have to listen to you eat, fatty."
Seriously?
Seriously?!
"Fatty" - that's the best your easily 30 pounds overweight, sweatpants and "Beerpal.com" t-shirt-wearing, platic bag and Two/Four-carting, 'I don't have the smarts to get directions before I leave but I will be an ass to the conductor because she doesn't know the way to buddy's house" ass could come up with: "fatty"?
My God.
I am stricken, stricken - I do not know how I shall ever manage to carry on, so mortally wounded as I am by your deadly wit! *swoons*
Or, y'know, not.
To paraphrase Churchill, tomorrow I'll be thinner but you'll still be a rude, mannerless jackass - only not as smart because your average jackass can, at least, find his way back to his stall at the end of the day.
Alas, since I'm posting about this, I can't claim to be completely unaffected after being insulted by such a specimen of Toronto manhood, but I'm kind of pleased with myself because my reaction was largely to be bemused: "we have to listen to you eat, fatty." Seriously? It was like I was suddenly transported back to grade 7/8 [aka junior high] - Oh, Noez, You Called Me Fat; I Must Go And Die of Shame Nowz - only completely different because, not being 14, I didn't quail and crumble inside, open up a psychic vein or anything else. Instead, it was like I showed up for a duel only to have the other guy pull a wiffle bat instead of a broadsword - you think you're going to hurt me with that? Seriously?
Dude, my dad's more verbally abusive saying goodnight after a family party (that was Thursday night, btw - and people wonder why I avoid men). Not to mention, people who wear droopy-ass track pants in public should not be casting no nasturtiums on the appearance of others.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I feel good and strong this evening, like I discovered that someone had filled in a chink in my armour while I wasn't looking. I was fat as a teenager and I'm fat as an adult (shocker) and it's something I struggle with, particularly in terms of self-confidence and self-esteem. I'd still rather have a body like Katee Sackhoff and I still have a lot of issues related to my appearance that leave me, at best, ambivalent about doing the work and committing to the healthier lifestyle that would bring me closer to that personal ideal. I'm not a happy fat person (I'm actually kind of a frustrated fat person since most of the things I want to do my weight makes more difficult) but I refuse to give in to the people and the prejudices that consider the breadth of my ass the most important signifier of my personal worth. And as long as losing weight seems to be giving into that segment of our culture, there's a very large part of my psyche standing there screaming "FUCK YOU, I'll lose weight when you stop being a vapid, fatuous, shallow fucktard" and giving moral heft to the part of me that would rather go home, take a bath and read a novel after a day at the office than hit the gym. But in spite of all that, I'm stronger and happier and more settled in my self and more confident today than I was before.
So, I guess maybe I'm a little grateful to Mr. Droopy-Drawers for showing me how far I've come because, yeah, I'm fat. But you're still an asshole.
On the whole, I think I'd rather be fat.
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This month's Vanity Fair, the annual and ever-bloated "Hollywood Issue", had a good and remarkably balanced article about US attempts to shut down The Pirate Bay - at least some of which is available for free on the VF site (http://www.vanityfair.com/ - and, while I'm at it, thank you VF for finally putting up a decent site). The article concludes, as so many on this subject do, that the US recording and movie industries are fighting a losing battle against piracy mostly due to their own laggard embrace of webtech to share their product.
( ramble on movie and dvd piracy )
All of this is by way of a thought I had while I was listening to my pirated copy of The Long Blondes, "Someone to Drive You Home." Downloading pirate copies is a far better way of discovering new music than a 20 second clip on iTunes and they don't time out if you forget to back up youy iPod for a week or two (fuck you DRM). But it's too bad that there isn't a paypal link or something similar that I could click and give the money for the album directly to the band rather than splitting it with their corporate masters. I wonder if something like that would work....
( ramble on movie and dvd piracy )
All of this is by way of a thought I had while I was listening to my pirated copy of The Long Blondes, "Someone to Drive You Home." Downloading pirate copies is a far better way of discovering new music than a 20 second clip on iTunes and they don't time out if you forget to back up youy iPod for a week or two (fuck you DRM). But it's too bad that there isn't a paypal link or something similar that I could click and give the money for the album directly to the band rather than splitting it with their corporate masters. I wonder if something like that would work....
I'm in a bit of a cranky mood today - I can feel myself slipping back into bad behaviour in this, my first shrink-free week since October (not including Italy and Xmas) and I'm frustrated with myself. It doesn't help that my Tai Chi class was cancelled Monday (burst pipe). I'm feeling mentally, physically and emotionally unbalanced as a result - stressy, unfocused, indiscriminately agressive. It's one of those days where I mentally audition fonts for the "Save a Newfoundlander, Club a Celebrity" t-shirt I want to order in time for this year's seal hunt and consider how much of my self-described iconoclasm is the result of unique perspective and how much the result of a genuine dislike for people.
On a sunnier note, today's playlist from Butcher Billy the iPod:
The Dears, Gang of Losers
The Gossip (possibly just "Gossip"), Standing in the Way of Control
A selection of classic Garbage: "Why Do You Love Me", "Bad Boyfriend", "#1 Crush", "Bleed Like Me"
Jakalope, Feel It, and
The Long Blondes, Someone to Drive You Home.
Today was Full Album Apparently (apart from Garbage).
On a sunnier note, today's playlist from Butcher Billy the iPod:
Today was Full Album Apparently (apart from Garbage).
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"When I buy furniture, all I get is a pile of boards!"
Sing it!.
And there is a Toronto Complaints Choir Forum - I am so joining. Ell - you in, sister?
Sing it!.
And there is a Toronto Complaints Choir Forum - I am so joining. Ell - you in, sister?
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Jack White is having something of a Zeppelin moment, no?
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I am just not sure that I like Neko Case's solo album.
Hmm. It's either totally awesome or very so-emo-I-could-die and I can't really decide which way to jump on this question.
Ugly Betty is a rerun tonight, which makes me sad. Grey's Anatomy isn't but I'm feeling "soooo over" GA right now - I think I have bigot burnout.
On that subject, since when did they send you to rehab for being an asshole? And if so, should I start wearing my good undies so that I'm not embarassed when they come to lock me away?
I really, really, really liked the last episodes of Veronica Mars and Battlestar Galactica - Rome, while good, is starting to make me nervous with it's deviations from the historical timeline. And... any other thoughts I might have have to wait as I'm about to miss my bus - for frak's sake.
eta - can anyone on my flist point me towars Lee, Helo and Sam icons? Preferably all three of them together? I'm developing a fetish.
Hmm. It's either totally awesome or very so-emo-I-could-die and I can't really decide which way to jump on this question.
Ugly Betty is a rerun tonight, which makes me sad. Grey's Anatomy isn't but I'm feeling "soooo over" GA right now - I think I have bigot burnout.
On that subject, since when did they send you to rehab for being an asshole? And if so, should I start wearing my good undies so that I'm not embarassed when they come to lock me away?
I really, really, really liked the last episodes of Veronica Mars and Battlestar Galactica - Rome, while good, is starting to make me nervous with it's deviations from the historical timeline. And... any other thoughts I might have have to wait as I'm about to miss my bus - for frak's sake.
eta - can anyone on my flist point me towars Lee, Helo and Sam icons? Preferably all three of them together? I'm developing a fetish.
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