Thursday, January 26, 2012

The Garbage And The Flowers

Arresting interludes aside, it's not enough.  Boredom reached, specimen pinpointed and properly assigned.  Done.  My crush continually enthralls and I'm such a sucker for a person of mystery.  Surprising me at every turn, this fallible organ beats harder and harder. 

The Garbage And The Flowers - Love Comes Slowly Now


 Ladies have needs too.

Death From Above 1979 - Sexy Results

The Dead Weather - Old Mary

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Metallic blade immersion into a space so soft and yielding,  I feel cold to the core. I'm not stupid, I know I'm not.

This lady of the night and this nostalgic feeling.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

What A Night

Elvis Presley - Such A Night

Wild naughty nights.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Sioux v. Robert

Tonight on one of those nefarious social networking sites, someone posted the provocative, "Siouxsie and the Banshees vs. The Cure... GO!"  You can surely imagine this has spawned and will likely continue to spawn multiple responses.  This poster, hung by an ex of mine, graced the walls of our home for a long time.  We subsequently listened to one infinitely more than the other and without a doubt, even now, I listen to and prefer that one.  Still the question of whether one outweighs the other niggles at my brain.  What do you think?  Of the two, do you have a favorite?

*Since I'm busy burning, tracklisting and "assuring quality" of the 3 versions of my winter mix Dames & Dudes, no music posts tonight.   Yes, I make multiple versions, personal is special.  I will make one for you if you like. xo

Monday, January 16, 2012

Dames & Dudes

To a true blue lover of humanity - Martin Luther King, Jr. 

Queen - Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

In other news, I finished my winter mix and the theme is so adorable I have to share.  Dames & Dudes and yes this Queen gem is on it.  Each track is about... yep you guessed it!  You're so clever.  xo

[P.S. Have you seen the video for this song?  I hadn't until now and Freddie's lips are really freaking me out.]

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Odds And Ends

How can I rely on my heart if I break it with my own two hands? 

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Sweet Jaynes and Blue Eyes

Ladies, MTFs, Breast Enthusiasts/Obsessed/Curious/Blessed/Cursed there is a fantastically snarky blog called East Side Bride: aka An Evil Club Of Mean Hipster Brides that I absolutely beyond adore.  That adoration increased by leaps and bounds when they dedicated an entire week [plus] to just big boobs [#BOOBSWEEK].  The how-tos of fitting and wearing bras, dresses and of course wedding gowns, since that's the theme of their game.   [Any well-endowed lady will most definitely appreciate this series, I PROMISE]. 

I definitely have no plans for marriage anytime soon, but these witty ladies are always hilarious and plus I just love boobs.  I mean I truly, honestly, creepily, obsessively worship their beauty  [man/woman doesn't matter] because breasts are fucking awesome.

Cowboy Junkies - Sweet Jane

I typically refer to my epic area as "The Girls" but busty Jayne Mansfield is so beautiful, maybe a name change is in order.  Maybe My Sweet Jaynes?  Here's a funny side story for you: A boy I knew in high school told me about a dream he had where my boobs were blue and that the dream was set to the tune of Peter Gabriel's In Your Eyes.  He called me Blue Eyes for the remainder of school.  [He never actually saw them.]  

Awesome photo of Jayne Mansfied via ESB

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Shake It Off, Get A Grip

Shake it off and get a grip.  Gain a little perspective and watch some junk movies with vampires, werewolves and shit.  Dear Coke Talk is solid gold. Nothing but love for an opinionated woman with an attitude.   

Les Yeux Sans Visage

Let's roll with the punches as much as we can, shall we?   Hug the present as much as you can but lust for the future and lunge with all your might.  Trent Reznor and The Urge covering Billy Idol's Eyes Without A Face, oh be still my lusting heart.

I want this cover.  What?  You didn't hear me, ok, no worries,  I WANT THIS FUCKING SONG!!!

Anyone who has it or knows where I can get it, let's talk.  I barter very well.  While we're at it, let's talk about this one by darling Dennis Wilson.  Frustrated with the interwebs like nobody's business and the lack of time I have to stroll for music these days.   Dammit... help an audio addict out.  The hunt is fucking on.

Thanks to LB and my crush for the introductions, but I hate you both a little just the same.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Every Fool Gets A Lucky Chance... Or Two

Murder.  Such a heavy and powerful word, but one used with such glib brevity, levity and regularity we [i.e. me] may have forgotten its actual meaning.  People die every day and their culprits are brought to justice [as if there is such an unbiased entity] and without batting an eyelash we think, "Yes, this proper.  This is true".  But now it's personal.  My family, our shame.

How does one wrap your mind around such a thing?  How do you reconcile the person you knew as a child with the alleged deed of today?  Babies killing babies, what a fucking tragedy.  It is shock, ANGER, and an overwhelming tide of pain that consumes me while my eyes and heart weep uselessly at the lives lost and forever altered.  One life lost to death, one to a choice and the living innocents left to bear witness and forever carry this weight.  Are we tragically fated to make contra naturam choices?  Is it in fact our own hand that will always tie the noose or pull the trigger?

Murder By Death - A Second Opinion

I watched you grow
I saw you fall again and again
You'd cut your knee,
you'd start to bleed
but wouldn't let the pain in
You let the dogs bite at your ankles, 
let the sunshine burn your eyes;
But will you just walk away this time?

PS.  To anyone facing a similar situation, a text message is not the appropriate venue to learn of conviction and sentencing of a loved one.  No it is not. Respect your family, respect the dead and pick up the fucking phone.

Photo via lauraunbound

Monday, January 9, 2012

It Goes Something Like This

The heart thumps, cheeks flush and these diamond eyes see stars.

My crush knows what gets to me.  

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Live and Let Blog

Done and done. 


Thursday, January 5, 2012


The universe has a seriously ironic sense of humor.  Here I've been worried about so many existential things, but tomorrow I find out if I actually have a job.  It's true,  I will or won't have a job come tomorrow.  Apparently, the universe is asking me to either laugh or what...


Peter Schilling - Major Tom (Coming Home)

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

There's Nothing Wrong With You

So many people I know seem disgruntled with the start of this new year.  Maybe it's because with the start of anything new and fresh there is an expectation that things will change and magically become better than they were just a few days ago?  Death will always be.  Humans hurting other humans and other animals will also be.  People will fall in love and fall apart.  Abstracts, existentials and universal truths do not recognize the minuscule shifts of human calendars.

That heady thought thankfully aside I, once again, am in glorious opposition to the norm.  Ridiculously happy with my fantastic new book detonating atomic bombs in my brain with its genius, laughing at adorables everywhere and welcoming an implacable energy I've not felt in what seems ages.

There is always the other side, the underbelly beckoning with tantalizing danger but for right now, for a few precious moments, the light shines, my heart sings and I just want to spread joy joy joy everywhere like the most delicious sort of metaphysical lubricant.

Talking Heads - Perfect World

Taste this palate pleasing condiment I call Dance Dinner.  Pick a song, better yet pick TONS, open a bottle of your choice and shimmy shimmy shake cook your way through the kitchen.  Satisfy your holy trinity [mind, body, soul]. 

Monday, January 2, 2012

Old Crow

I've got a mad crush.  It's a slippery slope since I usually make some sort of fool out of myself by saying something odd or awkward.

Me:  Did you get any cool gifts?
Me:  Cool!  Like a taxidermy bird?
Him:  Whisky
Me:  Oh

Muddy Waters - I Got My Mojo Working

Personally as much as I like whisky, I'd rather have the dead bird.
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