Friday, January 14, 2011
barbra streisand
afternoon all,
there hath been several thoughts silently screaming in my overprocessing psyche for quite a while, and i believe that the time is now ripe for said thoughts to be voiced. or rather, typed. it has come to my attention (and i'm sure i am not the only one), that in the world of mainstream music, songwriting is dead. or rather, writing of songs that are comprised of more than a few sentences of lyrics that get repeated over and over again amidst some repetetive beats and a simple tune. whilst such songs are catchy and enjoyable to dance to, and can make social gatherings such as parties and clubbing/pubbing rather fun, i wonder if this slightly troubling trend in the music world is cause for concern. because mainstream music never used to be like this, for example in the 90's and early 'noughties'. example one, a song that inexplainably is one of my favorites and will always be so,
'Break My Stride' by Unique II. though i am sure you are all familiar with this amazingly catchy song, i will recite a few lyrics:
"last night i had the strangest dream. i sailed away to china, in a little rowboat to find ya, and you said you had to get your laundry cleaned. didn't want no one to hold you, what does that mean? and you said..."
we all know the rest. *breaks out into chorus, dancing like a total dork* now this is just my opinion, but is it not a truly wonderful song? it tells a story, it has some great original lyrics AND a catchy tune. compare that, to what the cool kids are listening to these days, exhibit B, 'Barbra Streisand'
"Barbra Streisand woooooooooo woooooooo wooooooo etc" and repeat... about 89367326476243 times. well maybe that's a tad exaggeration. but you get the gist.
anyway, i would love to flesh out this argument more, but right now my silently screaming overprocessed thoughts have been satisfied, and i have to bake cookies and clean the house, like a true housewife in the making.
i love the nineties, and german boy bands
ciao for now.
oh ps, have a think about that haha i'd love to hear thoughts in response
there hath been several thoughts silently screaming in my overprocessing psyche for quite a while, and i believe that the time is now ripe for said thoughts to be voiced. or rather, typed. it has come to my attention (and i'm sure i am not the only one), that in the world of mainstream music, songwriting is dead. or rather, writing of songs that are comprised of more than a few sentences of lyrics that get repeated over and over again amidst some repetetive beats and a simple tune. whilst such songs are catchy and enjoyable to dance to, and can make social gatherings such as parties and clubbing/pubbing rather fun, i wonder if this slightly troubling trend in the music world is cause for concern. because mainstream music never used to be like this, for example in the 90's and early 'noughties'. example one, a song that inexplainably is one of my favorites and will always be so,
'Break My Stride' by Unique II. though i am sure you are all familiar with this amazingly catchy song, i will recite a few lyrics:
"last night i had the strangest dream. i sailed away to china, in a little rowboat to find ya, and you said you had to get your laundry cleaned. didn't want no one to hold you, what does that mean? and you said..."
we all know the rest. *breaks out into chorus, dancing like a total dork* now this is just my opinion, but is it not a truly wonderful song? it tells a story, it has some great original lyrics AND a catchy tune. compare that, to what the cool kids are listening to these days, exhibit B, 'Barbra Streisand'
"Barbra Streisand woooooooooo woooooooo wooooooo etc" and repeat... about 89367326476243 times. well maybe that's a tad exaggeration. but you get the gist.
anyway, i would love to flesh out this argument more, but right now my silently screaming overprocessed thoughts have been satisfied, and i have to bake cookies and clean the house, like a true housewife in the making.
i love the nineties, and german boy bands
ciao for now.
oh ps, have a think about that haha i'd love to hear thoughts in response
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
i got skillz XD
these babies tasted even better than they look.
so i guess, if all else fails,
i'd make a pretty bangin' housewife.
hmmm, i wonder if you could put 'excellent sandwich-making skills'
on a resume, in order to improve the chances of being hired
by a male...
something to ponder.
"i whip my hair back and forth i whip my hair back and forth"
a declaration of sorts.
I, Meg,
known to those in the bloggesphere as silent screamer,
hereby declare on this day of the 11th of January, 2011, that i will inform Jake Pattison by the way of text message, the very moment that i engage in any kind of same-sex intimate activity, should said event occur.
this is a gentlemen's agreement, and therefore must not be broken.
bearing witness to this declaration is aforementioned gentleman, Jake Pattison, in addition to those who faithfully follow this blog.
HUZZAH!
known to those in the bloggesphere as silent screamer,
hereby declare on this day of the 11th of January, 2011, that i will inform Jake Pattison by the way of text message, the very moment that i engage in any kind of same-sex intimate activity, should said event occur.
this is a gentlemen's agreement, and therefore must not be broken.
bearing witness to this declaration is aforementioned gentleman, Jake Pattison, in addition to those who faithfully follow this blog.
HUZZAH!
Thursday, January 6, 2011
mail me a smile
i recieved this peculiar little fellow in the mail a few days ago, a gift from a faraway friend who is living proof that geographical proximity does not always a genuine friendship make. not to say that those friends of mine that live nearer to me aren't great friends (they really are), only that in this world, true altruism still exists in the rarest and most unexpected of forms. this particular friend from whom i recieved the delightful pencil case pictured used to make me laugh till i cried when we were in school together, and the fact that she thought of me when she happened across this relic of our gleeful times spent together brought a smile to my dial when i opened the bubble-wrap-padded envelope. in short, it made my day. and by the way, sneezing is a lot less fun when you become prone to random nosebleeds.
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