Songs I Listen to Compulsively: Episode 3

Three songs for EPISODE 3.

For the past week and a half, I’ve been playing THREE songs compulsively.
As always, YouTube clips are linked in the titles. LET’S GET TO IT. 

I Go to Sleep- Sia

Off her 2008 album “Some People Have Real Problems.” I first heard this song about a year ago and kept forgetting to download it. I’ve finally done that this week.
Rate of Play: Four times today.
WHY: It’s dreamy and depressing. The diction is almost non-existence but it fits. The kind of song you lay in bed and close your eyes to and roll around while lip syncing to it. At the beginning you’re mumbling sadly along with her and then before you know it you’re screeching to it in your car while running over pedestrians in the crosswalk.

One of the Boys-Katy Perry

From her first album of the same name. I ignored this song until last Saturday when I found the CD wedged between the seat of my car. I thought the intro was obnoxious and would skip it. OH HOW WRONG I WAS. I may have the vibrato of Scuttle (Lil’Nernaid [Little Mermaid]) 

Rate of Play: 3-6 times a day.  

WHY: “I swear maybe one day you’re gonna wanna make out with me.” The perils of being a little sister to an older brother. You’re permanently convinced you’re everyone’s  LITTLE SISTER FOREVER. Maybe no one will want to make out with you for the rest of your life because you’re dweeb. Am I right, little sisters? Shout out to my beloved Kelly T.   I also enjoy the drums in this song. 

Train in Vain- The Clash

Rate of Play: Twice a day for the rest of my life.

WHY: The intro riff makes some unknown chemical shoot down my spine and it forces me to blissfully flail around my room. Either that or it perfectly matches my heartbeat. IDK. SCIENCE.

 

BONUS

WTF Podcast with Marc Maron. Guest Mike Myers. 

You’ll want to sit in silence for the rest of the day. 

 

<3 KAY BAI

Prophetic Dreams

Maybe they aren’t prophetic dreams, but just some Law of Attraction type business going on.

Either way, the other night I had a dream that I was running away from someone who was trying to kill me. I was in a neighborhood trying to hide behind swing-sets and bushes and chairs. I wasn’t me though, I was an older actress who I’ve seen but could not figure out what her name was and what movies she was from.

I woke up irritated because I knew I couldn’t even cite a movie to try and look her up.
I got up, went downstairs and after a little bit I was on my laptop scrolling through Facebook. Late Night with Seth Meyers had posted a video of an interview with Paula Pell, who I think is one of the funniest and under-appreciated comedy writers in the free world. Paula had never down an interview like that with Seth before so I watched it. She talked about an upcoming movie she had written, starring Amy Poehler, Tina Fey, and a few other familiar names. The only name that wasn’t familiar was Dianne Wiest. So, being someone who needs to know everything all the time, I looked her up.

AND IT WAS THE ACTRESS THAT I BECAME IN MY DREAM.

I can’t help but think that in a parallel universe I AM DIANNE WIEST.

What do you think? What does it all mean?

<3Lo

Songs I Listen to Compulsively: SPECIAL DEDICATION EDITION

Despite the poor execution, I do spend a lot of time figuring out which songs appear on Songs I Listen to Compulsively. HOWEVER, there are some songs/artsits I’ve been listening to that deserve their own recognition. Week to week I will listen to a handful of songs compulsively until I can’t listen to them until a few years later. 

But I decided I want to do Songs I Listen to Compulsively: SPECIAL DEDICATION EDITION so I can gush about songs and people I’ll forever be in love with.

This week the spotlight is on queen, mother, God: Alanis Morissette. 

In no particular order, here are the songs that I could listen to all day and lay in bed and cry and make up fake scenarios to day dream about to. :) 

Remember, you can click on the title of the song for a pop-up window of the YouTube video.

1) Tapes

Listening Status: Still new to me but I will listen to at least once a week until the day I die.

Why: “I’m too exhausting to be loved.” Amiright?

2) You Learn

Listening Status: Whenever it’s on the radio.

Why: “The fiiiireetrucks are COMING UP AROUND THE BEHHEEHEEEND.”

3) That I Would Be Good

Listening Status: Heavy listening in 2008. Will listen to whenever it comes on iTunes/Spotify or when wanting to warm up vocal chords for yodeling.

Why: That’s a muthafuckin’ flute in there.

4) Uninvited

Listening Status: Favorite song since 3rd grade me saw City of Angels.

Why: Cryptic lyrics and orchestra accompaniment. 

5) Princes Familiar 

Listening Status: I never listened to this one until I saw her in concert. Please tattoo the sheet music of it on my ass.

Why: Lyrics make me giggle.

 

OKAY! WE DID IT! ALANIS FOREVER!

<3 Lo

All or Nothing

 

An important person in your life dies, there’s a discomfort in their absence. Depending on how you deal with personal loss, it’s probably hard for you to imagine how you’ll function without them, like spending a weekend with someone – after they leave and you’re in your house by yourself and everything goes quiet.

But what happens when you experience the death of someone who was once a large part of your life?

I’m having conflicting emotions.

This weekend I found out someone who was once a very important part of my life passed away. He’s still important by way of forging the path of my dating life, a distinct honor I like the recognize for those who so bravely venture, but one that was brief and a very long time ago.

He was my very first “boyfriend”. First kiss. First crouched in the corner sobbing into my knees heartache.

We “dated” in middle school and transitioned into high school. We broke up at a school dance and I couldn’t listen to O-Town’s “All or Nothing” for a year. We remained friendly but over the years it dwindled as we grew up and went our separate ways.

I had always known he was sick, but just due to a pubescent child’s naiveté, I didn’t understand the severity of it. Even nearly a decade later though, when asked “did you hear about…” I instinctively knew what had happened. So many things I had forgotten suddenly resurfaced as I read his obituary. Names of family members and pets, dates, details of his personality.

The conflicting emotions come from partly realizing that I don’t really know that person anymore, that maybe I don’t have the right to be sad.  But I think that’s bullshit too. There’s an awkward space in me that is mourning an important figure in my timeline.

I’m down but the memories of trying to sabotage each other’s history projects or the time I was convinced to be an accomplice in killing our friend’s pet caterpillar brings the sweetest chuckle.

One of my favorite lines from queen mother Alanis, “I’m sad but I’m laughing.”

Rest in peace.

This Week: Songs I Listen to Compulsively, Episode 1

Every week or so I listen to a handful of the same songs over and over again. New, old, all genres.

This week’s picks are:

 

1) Cherish the Day- Sade

2) Anything Could Happen – Ellie Goulding

3) Play – David Banner

4) TIE! Come and Get It – Selena Gomez vs. Out of My League – Fitz and the Tantrums

5) ) Escape – Enrique Iglesias

 

 

HOKAY! We all know that I love all 7 minutes and 20 seconds of Sade’s No Ordinary Love BUT I’ve been listening to THIS compulsively. Click on the name for a pop-up window of the video.

CHERISH THE DAY – Sade

Rate of listening:  Once a day.

Why:  That guitar makes my insides feel like they are going to fall out and hunk will have to stuff them back in.

 

And then we have…

ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN – Ellie Goulding

Rate of listening: Four or more times a day.

Why: It’s catchy as frick. The piano part is punchy. I don’t listen to her other songs but I would brush this one’s butthole hair if it asked me.

 

Don’t say I didn’t warn you…

PLAY- David Banner 

Rate of listening: Twice a day.

Why: It makes me feel terribly uncomfortable, yet I still think it’s one of the funniest songs (intentionally or not) to ever be written.

 

COME AND GET IT – Selena Gomez  and OUT OF MY LEAGUE – Fitz and the Tantrums

Rate of listening: Varies between two and three.

Why: Both songs have been out for over a year and I’m just now listening to them. Come and Get It is pretty sexy and Out of My League is just a jaunty tune to swing your arms to.

 

AND DRUMROLL!

Escape- Enrique Iglesias

Rate of Listening: Three to five times a day.

Why: I forgot about this song until I heard it on the radio last week. I spent money adding this song to my collection. I NEED IT. Have you heard those high notes? It makes me clap my hands and stomp one foot in such a way that I move in a circle when I do. Movie magic.

 

Thus concludes Songs I Listen to Compulsively. Join me next week for a whole new batch of mediocre songs I don’t stop playing until I hate them forever. :)

 

BYE.

<3 Lo

 

 

 

Aside

FOURDEEN

Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What’s the first word that jumps off the page? Use this word as your springboard for inspiration. If you need a boost, Google the word and see what images appear, and then go from there. 

Day 14 in a 30 challenge that ended a month ago.

“Kool-Aid” from Moshe Kasher’s Kasher in the Rye.

I googled it to see where in the lineup a Family Guy reference would place but surprisingly it came up with the “Kool-Aid Killer” hanging in the top spot. He allegedly poisoned his wife with Kool-Aid and prescription medicine. I was more of a flavored milk girl than a fruity beverage gal myself.

Speaking of prescription medicine, I had to take oxyhoohaa when I got my wisdom teeth out and nearly suffocated myself in my cat’s fur in my delirium. It was traumatic for both of us. She has white fur so Kool-Aid would stain her indefinitely. My hair is kaka brown so when any attempt at dyed tips ended in a tint I’d like to market as bloody stool sample number 40.

I’m tired, rub my butt.

<3 Lo

 

 

Firteen

On day four, you wrote a post about losing something. Today, write about finding something.

Continuing on with the Writing 101 prompts. Day 13.

This week I found out that I love Kill Bill Vol. 1 & 2. I’ve been meaning to watch them and I finally got around to it. I had seen bits of Vol. 2 a couple years ago but I finally watched both straight through.

Today I found that I enjoy driving towards Lower Cape instead of driving back to Boston. Lower Cape eventually becomes a dead end unless there is a boat waiting for me at the tip of Provincetown that I wasn’t aware of. I had no purpose for driving that way but I was there and I was driving further and further away from home. I didn’t care. Well, I cared at first. When I started driving past the familiar turns and started noticing the turns that weren’t so familiar, I started to panic a little. Maybe I should put my GPS on. Maybe I should turn around and head back. Then I asked myself why? I wasn’t going to drive myself into the ocean. So I kept driving and it felt good. When I did have to turn around and head back home, I noticed I was feeling a little bit resentful. BUT I WANNA KEEP GOING. Will do some more soul searching to figure that one out.

In other news, I saw Randy from the show Say Yes to the Dress today while out and about on my adventures. It reminded me of how I want to be a starlet. Tehe.

ciao fluffanuttahs,

<3 Lo

 

Real World Conversation

Write a post inspired by a real-world conversation. Day 12.

I could get snarky and write a conversation I’ve had about MTV’s The Real World. Or I could write a song review of Matchbox 20’s hit “Real World.” The truth is I don’t really remember any notable conversations as of late. The last conversation I had was me explaining to my roommate what happened in the two Arthur episodes I watched while I was on the treadmill today. It wasn’t even really a conversation as much as it was me just talking at her about how Arthur was being a real jerk to Sue Ellen over the yak hair sweater she received from her pen pal in the Himalayas. The changed the animation and a lot of the voices. And Arthur’s has become a real sassafras*. At first it seemed unbearable but after a few minutes the show picked up and it was pretty funny. It served as my tether to the treadmill. 

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Moving away from my horrible attempt at the Writing 101 prompt, I’m excited to go home for the weekend. I miss my mom and my cats. I also miss eating real food. I’ve been making the same salad wrap every day for three weeks. It’s delicious but I’m very hungry. Now accepting donations to the Feed Lo Kirby Something Other Than 75 cent Chef Boyardi Beef Ravioli Although It’s Delicious but Very High in Sodium Fund. 

I’ve been interviewing a lot this week which is great because I just finished the second season of Orange is the New Black. Real divine intervention there. There’s only so much sitting on the couch and swatting away fruit flies one girl can do. I’m not sure of the origin of the fruit flies. They’re still an issue. More on that as it develops. 

Any plans for the 4th of July? People keep asking me but since moving I’ve been on a “one day at a time” schedule. Which pair of shorts (out of the two I own) will I wear today? I’m running low on toilet paper…should I hold it in? Should I have the salad wrap or the salad wrap? I think the flies are here because they saw the vacancy in my cupboards.

That’s changing soon though. Say prayers for me and stuff.

Ciao gigglebutts.

<3 Lo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(*I’m aware this is not what this word means. I like it anyways.)

Size Matters?

Tell us about the home where you lived when you were twelve. Which town, city, or country? Was it a house or an apartment? A boarding school or foster home? An airstream or an RV? Who lived there with you?

DAY ELEVEN.

When I was twelve I was the same weight I am now and a foot shorter. I drank 6 cokes and ate 2 hot pockets every day followed by a couple handfuls of chips. Everyday I would hike it home from the bus stop. If my mom forgot to leave the door unlocked, I would stand on the steps and ring the doorbell for 45 minutes as my mother vacuumed the top of the stairs, which I knew because I could see her in the arch window on the door. The boys on my street would sit on the side of the road and watch as I stared at the door waiting for my mother to never realize I was outside. I’d resort to walking around to the back porch and stand there pressing myself to the back door until my mother walked by and my blubbery little shadow scared the shit out of her. “JESUS! Why didn’t you ring the doorbell?!”

I DON’T KNOW, MOM. I DIDN’T THINK OF THAT.

Mom, Dad, brother and Lolo. We moved from our house in Ohio into a smaller house on Cape Cod. I started the second grade there when I was 7 and moved out when I was 24. To this day it has never really felt like home. Even now, when I go back to visit, it doesn’t resonate as a nostalgic place where I spent most my life. I love being with my mom and my kitties but the physical house has never and still doesn’t register in my “this is a very significant place for you” section of my brain.

Even if it my house isn’t a grand symbol to me, it still was there to let my fleshy little Weathervane/Delia’s wearing body in.

 

CIAO

<3 Lo