This flu really knocked me for a loop – and I haven’t felt at all creative about writing. There are MANY unfinished posts hanging out in the Drafts section waiting to be ready. But rather than bore you with something potentially silly or rush the process, I have stayed rather quiet. Hope you understand.
Here’s what I’ve been doing recently.
Reading this book in preparation for seeing the much-lauded Hamilton on Broadway with Ms. Moxie. Before you get too excited, we’re going in NOVEMBER. Waiting is hard. Particularly given that my friends are always posting about it.
Kanye’s most recent release Yeezus didn’t appeal to me as much as, say, My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy which I adore. But still, I emailed a few friends about buying tickets. They weren’t cheap–one of my sources had access to good seats for face value: $185. No takers. Continue reading →
You know how I love to nap on weekends. And blog. And go to restaurants. And nap some more.
This past weekend, I really didn’t do much of those things. I thought I’d be cranky about the change to my comfy routine, but instead I really enjoyed myself.
My friend Elle turned me on to Broken Anchor. One listen and I was sold.
Broken Anchor is the brainchild of Austin Hartley-Leonard. Conveniently, there’s a sampler available free for download on the Broken Anchor web site. That should tide you over until Fresh Lemonade, the band’s first full-length release, is available in August. I pre-ordered here because I’m so hooked on what I have heard so far.
Austin kindly answered my probing questions before embarking on a summer tour.
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As catchy as the song Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke and Pharrell is, the lyrics (and uncensored video) put me off what otherwise would have been my song of the summer.
As I fly back from Dallas, check out more thoughts on music from @AestheticsGirl
It crawls into your head and takes control of your brain—the earworm.
Unbidden by you, you walk to the car with some random song jangling about your head. You hum along to it in line for coffee garnering strange looks from the fellow caffeine hounds, and in many instances the lyrics pop out of your mouth without you even realizing it happened.
The earworm has you. Earworms are tough to kill and can last for days despite attempts to get that song out of your head.
In fairness, not all earworms are bad. The Black Keys “Lonely Boy” has spun itself right round my brain a few times and actually helped to give some pep to my mood. The right earworm can be used to put some extra strut in your step.
The majority of the time though it feels like the earworm is going to drive you insane. Listening to music doesn’t always help, it might be a stop gap measure, but then as you’re brushing your teeth at midnight, boom, it’s there again and you’re brushing to the rhythm of “Conga.”
The best way to defeat the earworm: get another earworm playing in your head to push the first one out.
For me, I start to recite Sir Mix-A-Lot’s “Baby Got Back.” It’s one of the few songs that I know all the lyrics to and it is infectious enough to override any other songs playing in my head. Also I kind of like saying “my anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns hun”—that line will forever amuse me.
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