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Jett Superior laid this on you on || July 29, 2005 || 11:25 pm

I have been tagged…

…and since I love music better’n near anything, as well as feeling deep, deep chagrin at the lack of recent content (carving out time to write when your life is careening wildly about is a difficult thing), I will bite, Oh Mistress O’ Meme.

The instructions are to list ten songs that you are currently digging … it doesn’t matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they’re no good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying right now. Post these instructions, the artists, and the ten songs in your blog. Then tag five other people to see what they’re listening to.

You people know me; I’m a wordy bastard and will give you a brief background, as well. Buckle up, here we go.

1) A******s (full-length version) by the Damnwells

I have no idea why the fellas felt the need to asterisk out the word ‘Assholes’, especially since I find so much joy in shout-singing, “EVERYBODY GREW UP AND TURNED INTO ASSHOLES!!” This is a very satisfying song as of late.

2) 1989 by Clem Snide

If you do not know Clem Snide, you are robbing yourself of clever, funny, melancholy sweetness. When I’m all stressed up with no one to choke, I listen to these boys. They relieve my stress, evoke sentimentality and set my brain to rights again.

3) 99 Problems by Jay-Z

Because I do have ninety-nine problems, and most of the time a bitch ain’t one. I despise most current rappers and their tired-ass music. Jay-Z is talented AND smart and hard not to admire. When I’m feeling very ‘fuck you’ toward the world (which happens to be a lot lately) I slide this into the Magic Stealth Vehicle’s player and rough up my ear drums. It’s just great fun to sing along to, as well.

4) Back In Black by AC/DC

My eldest son has recently discovered the magic of these boys from downundah. Firstly, Angus’ kneebritches slay him. Secondly, like most pubescent males, he immediately latched onto guitar-heavy, testosterone-drenched music when he Officially Turned Teenager. I am overjoyed, because I sort of get to live my youth again vicariously (oh, the wonders of discovering ‘baaaaad’ musicks!) and my son and I have just one more connection.

5) Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me by Elton John

I love some Elton John, fellas, and I am unashamed in the face of my gushiness over his crooning; the first one of you fools to make fun of that is the first one of you to earn a beatdown. Elton emotes like no other gay popstar diva. He emotes, damn you!

6) I Still Do by The Cranberries

Recently I was slapping yet another coat of delightfully-hued paint on one of the Muffinass Mansion’s interior walls. I had pulled out each and every Cranberries disc I own (which is to say, all of them) as accompaniment. Piper poked her head out of her room to ask, “Who’s this?” She really liked them. It appears am doing my job as a parent and musical mentor well.

7) Polaris by Jimmy Eat World

I’ve been a fan of Jimmy Eat World since waaay back at the beginning, before anyone thought to say, “Cheer up, little emo kid.” Scout loves them, as well, and one or t’other of their ceedees is borrowed out of my collection with a frequency. Even though ‘Kill’ is my favorite track off their last album, ‘Polaris’ really speaks to a certain situation in my life; therefore, it eats me the fuck up.

8) Skateland South by Cory Branan

Someone clued me into Branan recently and come to find out, I loosely know this kid. ‘Skateland South’ is a song about the skate rink in my hometown, and it makes me laugh like ass to know that a (good) song has been written about the place where I met and was subsequently felt up by my gypsy boyfriend Tommy Gorman, where over half of the high school dances I attended were held and where I spent so many pre-driver’s license Friday nights in general.

9) Break Away by Kelly Clarkson (Mathias’ rendition)

So, Mathias has been going to Arts Camp. It was his first year, and he was pretty keyed-up about it. For the last two weeks in one of the music classes, each age group has been learning accompanying sign language for a contemporary song. Much as I despise the American Idol nonsense and the crock of shit ‘careers’ that it churns out, I have grown to love this song recently. Hearing my six-year-old sing the lyrics “I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to fly / I’ll do what it takes till I touch the sky / And I’ll make a wish, take a chance / Make a change, and break away.” all het up and impassioned-like rips at my momma-heart.

10) I Should’ve Known by The Pierces

Hot damn, I love, Love, LOVE these girls. They have these gorgeous, throaty voices and they employ heavily-layered harmony masterfully. ‘I Should’ve Known’…sigh. I miss you like hell, rj.

So, alright; TAG! YOU’RE IIIIIT!

+ Skillzy

+ Juan

+ Marc

+ Sugarmama

+ BLAMB!

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  1. Jettomatika 7.30.2005

    Hmph. It appears that, upon reviewing the list, most all my music lately is saaaad. Wah!

    DAMN it!

     
  2. del 7.30.2005

    Yea, keep it up and your next stop will be pulling out “The Who” and listening to how tough life is for poor, poor, Pete!

     
  3. skillzy 7.30.2005

    Oh nooooo! That one will be tough for me, but for you I suppose I’ll tough it out and give it a try.

    PEE ESS – No tequila last night, just Yuengling, but the Sox won, and a good time was had by all. Or at least by me.

     
  4. john 7.31.2005

    Will this reveal to the world that I am as strange or stranger than I have led you all to believe from the collected crumbs of so-called content that’s on the web?

     
  5. RONW 7.31.2005

    Fuck memes. They just waste bandwidth. They’re more fucked than chain letters. Buy everyone a round of snappes instead, woman. Then I’ll buy the next round, and another buys the another round, and so on into the goodness of the night.

     
  6. Jettomatika 7.31.2005

    Dear Ron,

    When you wandered onto this site so many moons ago, you appointed yourself critic. I’ve given you a pass because you are one of those wacky crazies that I seem to collect like lint. The wacky crazies, though some people don’t care much for them, add texture to life.

    Now I’m asking you, do you have anything to contribute? Because I’d love to FINALLY see something if you do. Your knee-jerk, over-worded negativity rubbed me the wrong way on this particular Sunday. Pony up, snappy, or Ess Tee Eff You.

    Loaves and fishes,

    Jett

     
  7. marc 7.31.2005

    Eep. I have been tagged. That’ll teach me to leave town for the weekend.

     
  8. skillzy 7.31.2005

    Hmm, doesn’t misspelling schnapps waste bandwidth? And pointless bitching?

    When you get down to it, anything that doesn’t involve nekkidness, or make me laff like ass, or get me a pizza headed this way, is a waste of bandwidth. But do you see me droppin f-bombs? FUCK NO. Cause imma considerate interwebnetizen of the pornosphere. UB12!!!!

     
  9. sugarmama 8.1.2005

    I, uh, gave up on trying to stay abreast of the latest and good music. It’s a pretty sad scene. What’s even sadder is that at times I get tired of my music since I have been listening to the same stuff ad infinitum for the last 3-5 years. So, lately I have turned on the radio! And I am the world’s biggest Clear Channel hater – and I despise the same 50 songs they play on every station.

    Next up on the playlist: silence.

    Back in Black is one of my favoritest songs ever. I love the Hives’ cover of it as well.

     

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