There is so much bass coming from my linen closet. Not quite neighbor-harming levels, but there's still a significant amount of bass. Apparently, all it takes is a set of old computer speakers and an iPod and you can set yourself up for a well-choreographed slip in the shower. Not that I slipped, mind you. But the opportunity is there, and that's what's important.
Anyway, I'm now late for lunch with Kevin because I decided to google myself, found myself, decided to read LJ, and then posted on it. Oh well.
I'm interested in the fact that my every previous internet communication is deeply embarassing. I like unearthing old musings, but damn was I a dork. It's also interesting that this same alternate past internet me is a pretty funny guy. Why does it feel like that changed? Maybe I just gotta start clickin' keys and gettin' brain patterns down on the page again. But I'm fore-armed with the knowledge that my post-internet future superior self's gonna look back on these same mumblings and laugh at the present me. I'll probably think "oh damn. That's when I was that nerd with the beard. Ha ha ha. Back before the lasers." Then I'll have a thousand yard stare and absent-mindedly rub the metal brace where my neck used to be. You know... Before the lasers.
There's a meme that's been making the rounds for a while. Today, I thought I'd take it on. It's a quiz game.
The way it works is pretty simple. I open my music library and let some random songs play. I pick out the first or most notable lyrics and you identify the artist and the song. Hooray. I may fall short on some of the correct lyrics, but I'm trying, Ringo.
Me and Stefani wandered into Music Trader. She left with a previously-owned copy of Purple Rain and a 30% list price set of Carmen Electra's "Strip Aerobics". I walked out with a two-disc live Kraftwerk album and a copy of the wholly remarkable "No Cities Left" by The Dears.
The Kraftwerk one is pretty good, but "No Cities Left" is a shining star. I'd only heard one track and that was over the store's PA system. But it had me hooked right away. The lyrics are full of heartbreak, hopes, emotional apocalypse, and mysterious men (help them help you). The lead singer sounds a bit like Pulp's Jarvis Cocker. And Blur/Gorillaz's Damon Albarn. And David Bowie's David Bowie.
If you'll only sample a few tracks, then go ahead and sample "22: The Death of All Romance", "Who Are You, Defenders of the Universe", and "We Go Down Together".
I was going to pick up the new Beck album yesterday, but was about a buck short. I want to buy it as opposed to downloading it because a) it's good to be excited about things and b) I think Beck Hansen is the kind of guy who should have my money. So, being a buck short, I didn't get to buy any new music. While talking to the sales guy, though, I saw a small advertisement for the new Gorillaz album and expressed interest in that. I put it on reserve for two dollars and got a neat little book with drawings and "what have they been up to?" blurbs on the fictional band members. I'm quite excited about this one.
I'm coughing and congested and running in the nose. It came pretty suddenly. I blame it on a pretty hard week sleep-wise. Couple that with a new job and some travel and a lot of sun and a lot of human contact. Bam. Petri dish for disaster. Stefani's sick too, though. So kissing's O-Kay.
I'm in the mode where I'd very much like to create something and even have a vision for what I'd like to create, but lack the focus and easy skill that would make creation possible. I'm sure that, if I tied myself down (or had someone do it for me, rowr), I could narrow my eyes and just carve something out. I want to play with colors.
Don't have crushes on anyone ever. It is always a frustrating state of affairs.
So, Soulseek is pretty keen. I've been getting diverse high-quality music. Saul Williams, Cat Power, Bright Eyes, Pedro the Lion, Regina Spektor and The Arcade Fire. I'll admit the latter took me some time to get around to. I had no desire to check them out, but Brenda liked them, so I figured they were cool.
I've got this reaction to music that has people's attention. I tend to avoid it. They could be the greatest muse-ick-ill act to grace the cement, soil, and sea, but I won't give them a listen. Example: The Shins. Aren't the Shins amazing? All my research has pointed to "yes". They are quite amazing. I'm quite sure they'd make my list of bands I like, but I've never actually checked them out. There's a very rich tapestry of reasons for this reaction, but I'm not getting into that now.
This Skype program is pretty amazing. Online, I've talked to this guy Phil for quite some time, but I'd never talked to him with voices and everything. It was pretty rad. It helps that we're both pretty easy-going guys. But hey. If you want to talk to me, I'm ntopp2. Go for it. I'm told that you can talk even if your connection's bad, but I think I've confirmed that this is a dirty lie. I could be wrong though.