(This album is my life right now. I've listened to it like eight times in the past day and a half? Anyway, I bought it recently and for some reason yesterday the love turned into full blown obsession and I went ahead and wrote up a review.)
New Radicals frontman Gregg Alexander declares, "You're a heart attack, just the kind I like," in "Mother we just can't get enough," the opening track to the band's first and only album, "Maybe you've been brainwashed too." As indicated by the distinctive stylization of the titles of the album and songs (none of which feature the capitalization generally used in titles), this band is something different. And that line sums up the album pretty well. "Brainwashed" is, in turns, loud, sad, lovely, and outright strange. Its messages are both universal and very specifically social and political.
For the rest, go to:
http://www.helium.com/items/2172410-maybe-youve-been-brainwashed-too-review
And seriously, buy the freaking album. I suggest the CD so you can have the physical booklet. It's amazing.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Thoughts About the Future
Howdy.
It's weird. I was thinking about this blog and my first failed blog and how I might start writing about politics and such again. Then I thought, "Well, I can't possibly do that on a blog called 'Death of a Loved One.' That's just absurd!". But is it absurd? Or is it... brilliant?
Is the late loved one, in fact, the American spirit? The future that all of us young folks are supposed to represent? Wouldn't I be writing to try to resurrect that loved one?
Yes. Yes, I would.
We'll see where this goes.
But don't worry... I'll totally still talk about Lauren Conrad.
It's weird. I was thinking about this blog and my first failed blog and how I might start writing about politics and such again. Then I thought, "Well, I can't possibly do that on a blog called 'Death of a Loved One.' That's just absurd!". But is it absurd? Or is it... brilliant?
Is the late loved one, in fact, the American spirit? The future that all of us young folks are supposed to represent? Wouldn't I be writing to try to resurrect that loved one?
Yes. Yes, I would.
We'll see where this goes.
But don't worry... I'll totally still talk about Lauren Conrad.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Uh... hey.
So, listen, I know I haven't really been in touch --
Ok, yeah, I know it's been like four months --
Of course, you have every right to be upset with me --
I'm going to stop there because, while I'm sure the Internet is digging my pseudoapology, no "real people" are reading it. So I could say just about anything...
But I won't.
The point is, I'll try to do better if you give me a second chance. I'll make reading this blog the most mind blowing experience you've had since Inception. Which I still haven't seen. Anywhos, you'll come to wish for some Death of a Loved One action allthetime. Scout's honor!
Ok, yeah, I know it's been like four months --
Of course, you have every right to be upset with me --
I'm going to stop there because, while I'm sure the Internet is digging my pseudoapology, no "real people" are reading it. So I could say just about anything...
But I won't.
The point is, I'll try to do better if you give me a second chance. I'll make reading this blog the most mind blowing experience you've had since Inception. Which I still haven't seen. Anywhos, you'll come to wish for some Death of a Loved One action allthetime. Scout's honor!
Monday, July 26, 2010
Inception Post the Second
So basically I'm the only person in the entire fricking world who hasn't seen Inception.
Right?
Buttttt. I will see it. Real soon. Family outing. And I look forward to comparing it with my predictions. I'm guessing I was totally completely 100% spot on and thus will be the only person not shocked.
Except not.
Right?
Buttttt. I will see it. Real soon. Family outing. And I look forward to comparing it with my predictions. I'm guessing I was totally completely 100% spot on and thus will be the only person not shocked.
Except not.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Staphylococcus aureus is my new BFF.
Dat's right, peeps. I went and got myself another staph infection.
It's pretty grody, not gonna lie. And this time it's on BOTH legs. Which is. . . ridic. But what's even worse (better?) is the pattern I'm beginning to establish. If I can only get a third, this will be statistically feasible.
Summer reading for high school English gives me staph infections.
How? I don't know. But somehow, whenever I venture outside in the summer (ok, so both times in the last two years) to read, this happens. The summer before tenth grade I was innocently reading The Joy Luck Club and as I recall I was doing some major hating on one of the characters and then I came inside and later I realized I had a very oddly placed and specific sunburn.
Long story, short: STAPH INFECTION.
This has just repeated itself with The Awakening even though I like all the characters. Booooo.
Worst part is, I can't go to the doctor for like another two days so I could very well die and that is not in my life plan so. Let's hope it doesn't happen. The good news is I found my BACTROBAN!!!! from my previous staph infection and it seems to be helping. That's a topical ointment thingy for all y'all non-staph connoisseurs out thurr.
I'm sure some legit staph connoisseurs do exist.
Like, it's their hobby. They're not even scientists or doctors or anything.
Moving on, methinks I'll discuss DEGRASSI TAKES MANHATTAN later because um yeah like what. I mean I liked it and all but I was a bit thrown by the marriage and twincest. Even if I liked those too. And it's not my fault they made two of the most attractive people siblings.
It's HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL all over again.
Except not...
It's pretty grody, not gonna lie. And this time it's on BOTH legs. Which is. . . ridic. But what's even worse (better?) is the pattern I'm beginning to establish. If I can only get a third, this will be statistically feasible.
Summer reading for high school English gives me staph infections.
How? I don't know. But somehow, whenever I venture outside in the summer (ok, so both times in the last two years) to read, this happens. The summer before tenth grade I was innocently reading The Joy Luck Club and as I recall I was doing some major hating on one of the characters and then I came inside and later I realized I had a very oddly placed and specific sunburn.
Long story, short: STAPH INFECTION.
This has just repeated itself with The Awakening even though I like all the characters. Booooo.
Worst part is, I can't go to the doctor for like another two days so I could very well die and that is not in my life plan so. Let's hope it doesn't happen. The good news is I found my BACTROBAN!!!! from my previous staph infection and it seems to be helping. That's a topical ointment thingy for all y'all non-staph connoisseurs out thurr.
I'm sure some legit staph connoisseurs do exist.
Like, it's their hobby. They're not even scientists or doctors or anything.
Moving on, methinks I'll discuss DEGRASSI TAKES MANHATTAN later because um yeah like what. I mean I liked it and all but I was a bit thrown by the marriage and twincest. Even if I liked those too. And it's not my fault they made two of the most attractive people siblings.
It's HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL all over again.
Except not...
Saturday, July 17, 2010
I am so tired.
So basically this is how all my summers go:
Until the end of May, I'm going to sleep by 11, waking up by 9, finding something productive to do, and everything is hunky dory (you can tell I'm tired when I dare to say hunky dory). Then one night for whatever reason I stay up past my bedtime and for the rest of the summer I don't go to bed until after three in the morning.
IT REALLY, REALLY SUCKS.
This year it was because one night I had a panic attack about college and I stayed up till like 4 a.m. on College Confidential which is a great resource if you have a few questions but an extremely dangerous rabbit hole if you're completely freaking insane like I am.
These days I'm up till God knows how early/late checking to see if anyone's reading my blog (they're not), if Books-A-Million's ever going to respond to my job application (they're not), or if my eyes will just jump ship because they can't take it anymore (jury's still out on that one).
Oh, and I also play the creepiest game ever.
At 3 in the morning.
So there are ghosts and shit jumping out at me refusing to be sent back to wherever they came from and all I wanna do is make it up the mountain but I'm tired and vicariously cold and once again IT REALLY, REALLY SUCKS.
My life, that is. The game's actually pretty cool and was surprisingly cheap so I can excuse it for freaking me out especially since my parents are on this whole "limiting how much money they give me thing." Because it's my fault I'm unemployable? Pssh. Anyway. I should know better than to think, "Hey, it's 3:12, let me pop in Cursed Mountain for a spot of pre-bed fun. I'll warm up some milk too!" I mean really.
Clearly, I have mad critical thinking skillz.
Except... not.
Until the end of May, I'm going to sleep by 11, waking up by 9, finding something productive to do, and everything is hunky dory (you can tell I'm tired when I dare to say hunky dory). Then one night for whatever reason I stay up past my bedtime and for the rest of the summer I don't go to bed until after three in the morning.
IT REALLY, REALLY SUCKS.
This year it was because one night I had a panic attack about college and I stayed up till like 4 a.m. on College Confidential which is a great resource if you have a few questions but an extremely dangerous rabbit hole if you're completely freaking insane like I am.
These days I'm up till God knows how early/late checking to see if anyone's reading my blog (they're not), if Books-A-Million's ever going to respond to my job application (they're not), or if my eyes will just jump ship because they can't take it anymore (jury's still out on that one).
Oh, and I also play the creepiest game ever.
At 3 in the morning.
So there are ghosts and shit jumping out at me refusing to be sent back to wherever they came from and all I wanna do is make it up the mountain but I'm tired and vicariously cold and once again IT REALLY, REALLY SUCKS.
My life, that is. The game's actually pretty cool and was surprisingly cheap so I can excuse it for freaking me out especially since my parents are on this whole "limiting how much money they give me thing." Because it's my fault I'm unemployable? Pssh. Anyway. I should know better than to think, "Hey, it's 3:12, let me pop in Cursed Mountain for a spot of pre-bed fun. I'll warm up some milk too!" I mean really.
Clearly, I have mad critical thinking skillz.
Except... not.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Welcome to Song Parody Thursday! #1 - "Love Story" by Taylor Swift
So basically I was like, "How do I begin this song parody business? What have I gotten myself into?" Then I realized I should just relax. Write what I know. And what I know is Taylor Swift.
One day maybe I'll detail my ardent love for T-Swift, who is for totes my hero. As it stands, today I will only present you with these lyrics. I'd sing em for you, but, you know, I'm really very bad at that.
"Too Gory"
I was so young and a bit stupid too.
Closing my eyes at the scary parts,
I'm sitting there,
Nervous and cold in conditioned air.
Dim the lights,
The movie starts as they go down.
Sound kicks in, the music is so loud
Can I still go?
Little did I know. . .
That I'd be screaming "no," with my face dripping sweat
as the ax killer ran after Juliet.
I'd have to cover half my face,
begging her, "Please don't go!"
And I said,
No one would take me,
So I came to see this alone.
Now I'm shaking.
This film really isn't fun.
I no longer care just who I might impress,
This movie's too gory,
I've become a hot mess.
I sneak out, I need to breathe and pee too,
I could leave now, not see this thing through.
I close my eyes,
tell myself I'll be alright.
I'm still screaming "no," and it's not getting better
Ax killer's still chasing after Juliet,
This is too much for me,
as I'm begging her, "Please don't go!"
And I said,
No one would take me,
So I came to see this alone.
Now I'm shaking.
This film really isn't fun.
I no longer care just who I might impress,
This movie's too gory,
I've become a hot mess.
Somebody save me,
I don't know how I'm supposed to feel.
It's difficult to accept that it's not real,
Hang on, though, seriously, I think I must confess
This movie's too gory,
I've become a hot mess.
I got tired of waiting
after all it was critically renowned.
First legal R film was baiting,
I thought I had to go see it now. . .
But I'll say,
Somebody save me,
I shouldn't have seen this alone
I keep waiting for the freaking end to come.
Is it really so bad? I don't know what to think,
The killer's ax is in the air for its final swing --
I said,
"Run away, Juliet!
Or your head will be alone!
He's gonna murder you
And that's all I really know."
Spoiler alert, the end is something you would never guess,
But the film is too gory
And it left me a hot mess.
Oh, oh, ohhhh. No, no, no.
I was so young and a bit stupid too. . .
So there you have it. The harrowing tale of a 17-year-old seeing her first R-rated movie alone and very nearly wetting herself.
Useless self-important plug: I have some "practice" songs (e.g. not terribly good lyrics I threw together) over here: http://www.helium.com/users/219561/show_articles?channel=24
They're not parodies, but if you can track down "The Pick-Up Song" it's fairly amusing.
Alrighty, well, I'll be back at a later time. Hope you like the song!
One day maybe I'll detail my ardent love for T-Swift, who is for totes my hero. As it stands, today I will only present you with these lyrics. I'd sing em for you, but, you know, I'm really very bad at that.
"Too Gory"
I was so young and a bit stupid too.
Closing my eyes at the scary parts,
I'm sitting there,
Nervous and cold in conditioned air.
Dim the lights,
The movie starts as they go down.
Sound kicks in, the music is so loud
Can I still go?
Little did I know. . .
That I'd be screaming "no," with my face dripping sweat
as the ax killer ran after Juliet.
I'd have to cover half my face,
begging her, "Please don't go!"
And I said,
No one would take me,
So I came to see this alone.
Now I'm shaking.
This film really isn't fun.
I no longer care just who I might impress,
This movie's too gory,
I've become a hot mess.
I sneak out, I need to breathe and pee too,
I could leave now, not see this thing through.
I close my eyes,
tell myself I'll be alright.
I'm still screaming "no," and it's not getting better
Ax killer's still chasing after Juliet,
This is too much for me,
as I'm begging her, "Please don't go!"
And I said,
No one would take me,
So I came to see this alone.
Now I'm shaking.
This film really isn't fun.
I no longer care just who I might impress,
This movie's too gory,
I've become a hot mess.
Somebody save me,
I don't know how I'm supposed to feel.
It's difficult to accept that it's not real,
Hang on, though, seriously, I think I must confess
This movie's too gory,
I've become a hot mess.
I got tired of waiting
after all it was critically renowned.
First legal R film was baiting,
I thought I had to go see it now. . .
But I'll say,
Somebody save me,
I shouldn't have seen this alone
I keep waiting for the freaking end to come.
Is it really so bad? I don't know what to think,
The killer's ax is in the air for its final swing --
I said,
"Run away, Juliet!
Or your head will be alone!
He's gonna murder you
And that's all I really know."
Spoiler alert, the end is something you would never guess,
But the film is too gory
And it left me a hot mess.
Oh, oh, ohhhh. No, no, no.
I was so young and a bit stupid too. . .
So there you have it. The harrowing tale of a 17-year-old seeing her first R-rated movie alone and very nearly wetting herself.
Useless self-important plug: I have some "practice" songs (e.g. not terribly good lyrics I threw together) over here: http://www.helium.com/users/219561/show_articles?channel=24
They're not parodies, but if you can track down "The Pick-Up Song" it's fairly amusing.
Alrighty, well, I'll be back at a later time. Hope you like the song!
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