Saturday, October 30, 2010

Day 20: My favorite breakup song

Huh, off-hand, I don't really know. I've never been one to listen to any song compulsively that I relate to real life. You know, I don't listen to angry music to vent my frustration at work, I don't listen to John Denver and really wish I was on a mountain momma, I don't listen to emo music to cut myself and be a wimp. I'm pretty much an any music any time person.

Here is a really good breakup song that doesn't seem too breakupy at first listen.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Day 19: My favorite love song

This one is a tie between:


although the second is really cheating...

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Day 18: An instrumental song I like

Oh my, another vastly open category of song... I could list anything by John Petrucci or Tommy Emmanuel, or Lawson Rollins. But here is something off the wall because I do that sort of thing.

I played this in high school. It's comedy for music geeks and people who like physical humor.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Day 17: The last song in your FLAC folder

Again, not near my computer (which really has very little music on it, surprisingly) so here's another cool song that I feel like linking cause I just thought of it.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Day 16: The first song in my MP3 folder

The mp3 folder is slowly becoming a FLAC folder cause I'm stuck up like that, but since I don't have my normal computer with me, I'll just link you to this song.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Day 15: A song I liked in high school

Out of the billion to choose from, I guess...


Come to think of it, if you haven't seen this movie before, this video makes no sense whatsoever.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Day 13: A song I sing in the shower

Hmmm, a toughy... probably.

See, I get songs stuck in my head all the time, so any given shower can have any song to be sung... within, I guess.

So, this was today, for instance. Great shower song.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Day 12: A song that makes me want to have sex

This is a no-brainer.

And you know when I'm down to just my socks it's time for business that's why they call it "Business Socks."

Day 11: A song that reminds you of your mother

I was on a family road trip back when this album became popular. I drove a pretty good length, all while my mom belted along with Amy Lee. It was fun, and a rare moment when everyone in the car enjoyed the same music.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Day 10: A song that reminds you of your father

I just turned 24. Seems surreal, but that's not the point, I know. Still, brings about another little psychological connection that interlaces emotions and memories.

Sweet guitar part, too.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Day 9: A song that reminds you of an ex

I sang that to my girlfriend in high school cause I was young and juvenile and unable to restrain my emotions. She didn't think there was a song in the world about a girl named "Angie" and I proved her wrong. I earned my first non-maternal boobie touch that way.

High five, mates.

High five, Rachel.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Day 8: One band who's popularity you will never understand

In a world of rising neo-conservatism, you'd think a song that appeals to rednecks by romanticizing alcoholism and promiscuity would eliminate any semblance of popularity, but nope.

Rain makes corn. Corn makes whiskey. Whiskey makes my baby feel a bit frisky. Rain, it's a good thing.

It's borderline date-rape. And retarded.
I don't drink much, but holy hell am I a light weight.

To be fair, I am borderline drunk right now, and I plan to have a big glass of water and a sandwich after posting this, but wow. I am dizzy.

Years of negative reinforcement about drinking has led me to believe that the moment you take a sip, the moment you become an alcoholic. Logically, I know this is incorrect. Emotionally, I still hang on, just a little bit.

So here I am, having finished a gin and cranberry juice (maybe two ounces of gin?) and I feel a mix of awful and awesome, and my head is swimming. I can't hold my liquor. I know. Rachel teases me about it, but... it's true.

I think the only reason I seem to have any sense of clarity left is because I'm so paranoid about alcoholism that I am consciously doing double-duty in the thought-department to double check what I say and how I say it. In fact, I sent an email to the pornhub webmasters a few minutes ago to remove a typo on their site. I loves me some good grammar, and I don't know if that's a bad thing. I just can't look away sometimes.

My face is hot, feels swollen, my stomach burns, my shins tingle, every time I turn, there is a delay in my vision. Weird.

But it isn't all about me. I mean, it's my blog, yeah, it's all about me in a roundabout way, but life is not all about me. The way I communicate to the world contains more "should"'s than is necessary, in my opinion. But how else does one communicate, other than sharing the random opinions he/she has and thinly disguising them as news.

I will admit, the above paragraph is where my drunken mind has wandered. I thought briefly about Amanda Knapp and her fatness, and excluded it-- oh wait, here it comes. (this is funny, right?)

Amanda Knapp had a crush on me in middle school and now she is incredibly fat.

That is all.

Good for her.

The fatty. My wife is so much sexier. I love her.

And surprisingly not in a jealous kind of way. I'm not sure why that would be surprising in any way, but I used the word because I thought it would either be funny enough or casually over-used enough to go unnoticed and make the corners of the readers mouth curl up.

My lips are... numb. I had to lick them to think of the word. Wow, this has got to be the drunkest I've been on my own. I should go into a chatroom so I won't be drinking alone.

Is this dangerous behavior? Drinking alone while I work on a computer and type up a blog post that maybe no one will see? I'll show Rachel, cause that's the natural course of things, but as far as drinking alone, will the payoff be worth the possibly self-destructive behavior? My stomach burns.

Jeez, am I getting drunker? I swear, that last paragraph was the hardest to type without incessant misspellings...

So, dear potential readership (I say "potential" as if I plan to not post this. Who am I kidding? I want to be a show-off in my drunkenness!), I must bid you adieu. (That was weird, in a brain pattern way. When I typed "adieu" I knew that the vowels were on my left hand (dvorak keyboard) but I couldn't remember which finger to use, so I tried them all and hit backspace a lot. So, my fine motor skills are shot, it seems, but the lower level processes work well enough, and all of the common typing patterns surface with ease. When I type a word that I am unfamiliar with, I have to think about it, and things like specific keys and fingers disappear... Alcohol is a fascinating drug.) I need to eat something and have some water before this gin kills my stomach lining.


Sunday, October 17, 2010

Day 7: One band you are ashamed to admit you like

You can youtube them, but... you might not want to.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Day 6: Your favorite band

This is a toughy. I mean, AFI is the first to come to mind, though I've already covered them and they were my favorite band but not anymore. Favoritism waxes and wanes more often than the moon, so here is a band I loved until two of them bailed and the creativity suffered.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Day 5: Favorite female singer

Kay, I lied. Favorite (gender) singer is not that hard to identify. I just couldn't think of a male singer. On the female side, however, I cannot imagine a more favorite-esque woman bard than SJ Tucker.

Her website streams all of her stuff. Go there.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Day 3: A song that makes you dance

Neo-Disco band, the Scissor Sisters, make me want to dance like a drag queen.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Day 2: A song that makes you cry

A little background on the character this song is themed for:

Solid Snake, the main character of most Metal Gear games, is an ex-Army badass who finds out that he is a clone of a near super-human man called Big Boss because he is just that. He's the biggest boss. So, Solid Snake, upon finding out that he is the inferior clone to this guy that he actually killed several years previously, goes on to save the world from a nuclear weapon.

Ten years later, at around 50 years old, he looks like he's 80 and feels much older.

Turns out that the scientists that participated in the cloning actually altered his DNA to make him rapidly age and die an early death to minimize a secondary cloning. He would die a miserable early death in the name of government secrecy.

So he saves the world again, and quits smoking.

This song embodies the crushing misery of living a life devoid of hope outside what you create for yourself.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Day 1: Favorite Song

I'm doing this song a day bullshit thing that is trendy right now, but not really because I'm trying to be trendy (when have I ever been trendy?) but because I really have to rack my brain for some of these.

Excessive adverbs aside, I plan to keep this up to the best of my ability. Here is day 1, my favorite song.

AFI changed my life, and I'm not shy to explain it. In 2001, shortly after their album, "The Art of Drowning" was released, I was on a bus to a music festival in Wyoming. Freshman year of high school. Good times.

Anyway, the most attractive girl in the tri-state area asked me if I knew this group, and I may have wet myself a little. Wet myself with copious amounts of charisma, I imagine. She let me listen to her CD, and I realized that there were musicians in the world that never made the top 40 charts.

Ever since then, I've been interested in things left out of the public eye, and it's led me to some great media, great philosophies, and great friends. Things that I may never have found if not for the sound of a thrashing guitar and nonsense lyrics blowing my mind at such a critical age.

This isn't the greatest song of all time, and if I think too long about it, it isn't even my favorite, but it's always the first to hit my mind when asked, "what's your favorite song?"