Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

I'm never going to dance again

October 15, 2009 | Published in , | 3 comments

I don't care if I've been posting too many awesome songs, but R showed me this (we are both avid fans of Seether. I turned down his invitation to a Seether/Staind gig back in January but that's a different story for another rainy day) not 5 minutes ago:



Long live Shaun Morgan.

Daughtry

October 13, 2009 | Published in | 3 comments

I don't understand why the man failed to win American Idol Season 5.

I've been looping this song all day and on a very bloaty 6 hour flight back to CA, during which I felt compelled to pore through scientific papers because I was in between one diligent economics professor and one computing student. I love the strangled tone of this song.


More soon. Am in the process of homework. At my age, too.

Mr Boyd

September 27, 2009 | Published in , , | 1 comments


I've forgotten how delightful it is to simply sit at the computer listening to Incubus through headphones (courtesy of my darling roommate who understands the inherent problem of living with 5 other girls).

We headed down to Pacific Beach - or P.B as it is affectionately known to kids in UCSD - this afternoon. Jade and I decided to get something pierced on a whim; she got her cartilage done while I got my tragus pierced. So much for what that lady in Camden told me about having too small a tragus to pierce. It hurt significantly less than what I thought it would; I think I am immune to the feeling of metal being weaved through my ears. Or, maybe I really am a heartless bitch after all!

Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings?

September 05, 2009 | Published in | 2 comments

"Run This Town" - Jay-Z feat Rihanna & Kanye West



I never usually post videos of any kind - especially not R&B ones - but Rihanna looks too fierce to be passed up this time.

Film/Book/Music Porn

January 23, 2009 | Published in , , | 0 comments

Spoiler alert.

Watched 'Rachel Getting Married'. Anne Hathaway is winning that Oscar because she looks dead terrible (recall: Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman and Halle Berry in Monster, The Hours and Monster's Ball respectively). Moreover, the movie is an incredibly low budget indie film that creeps out 3/5 senses. Kym (Anne Hathaway) in black Ray Ban Wayfarers, XXXL forest green hoodie and skinny jeans with blond tiger highlights? Check. The incessant shrill violin coupled with the twang of a badly played guitar to represent the cacophony of said character's mental torture playing in the background? Check. The verdant green and warmth of Kym's childhood home juxtaposed with said character's constant cigarette smoking? Check. The one tight bitchslap across the face every child deserves? Check.
 
Admittedly, the script did not send shivers down my spine. Huh. I thought it would've. 'Brokeback Mountain' with all of Ennis del Mar's incoherent utterings did much more for me than 'Rachel Getting Married'.  But. But because of the lukewarm script, Anne Hathaway really did strut herself as an actress in this show. From playing a geeky bespectacled unwitting princess many moons ago to a fucked up recovering drug addict, I'd say the Academy better give her this one. 

Have rediscovered early 90's post-Nirvana rock 'n' roll in the form of the Stone Temple Pilots. Scott Weiland is the only man alive who can pull off shiny skinny pants. <3

Finished 'The Color Purple' last week after having attempted to read it at the age of 14. Six years later I discover that I can understand conversations with God spoken by a 14-year-old uneducated black woman perfectly. I can even do the Georgian country accent in my head. Kinda like Mammy in 'Gone with the Wind'.

Now am onto other novels which I do not think I will finish until the days become longer and the nights shorter. I hate reading in bed in the dark. It depresses me and puts me in the shoes of those poor bastards in all literary novels. 

I really should just lose a hundred pounds and walk around with black eyeliner on 24/7 just because it's artistic and cool to be thin and emo pensive.

And! 'How I Met Your Mother'! Only one word for it! Legen-waitforitthisisgonnabeawesomeeee-DARRYY.

The American Idol Debut

November 27, 2008 | Published in , , , | 0 comments

David Cook's new album (creatively called 'David Cook' in true manufactured pop style) is thoroughly dissatisfactory. It was akin to expecting margarine to taste like butter - but in truth, it still tastes like margarine. My ears are upset. I expected more from this man! What happened lah. I think he dated that skank and as a result, his musical abilities just went down the drain. His old album ('Analog Heart' - released before he got famous) is ten times better than this trashtastic trainwreck of an album. Guitar riffs do not always make songs sound good! Yes, it may seem sexy at first, but too much of it is a no-no. Why did us bimbotic fangirls expect so much of you, Mr Cook? Why can't we hear any more "Always Be My Baby"-type renditions? I played that song not less than 180 times (I have proof on my iTunes play count. Holy crap - it's 209!!!!) during exam season. WHY, MR COOK, WHY?! There is more variation in a box of sand than on your album. Dear, oh dear, as my old PE teacher would say. Every song sounds like "Light On" with the exception of a gut-wrenching "Permanent". There is nothing repeat-worthy on your album except this song. Now, "Permanent" is the kind of shit I want to hear from you, Mr Cook. Emo piano? Check. Surly romantic lyrics? Check. The resonant deep throated voice? Check. Will-make-girls-scream-uncontrollably-at-gig factor? Check. Now if only the other 13 tracks made me feel.

Is this the moment where I look you in the eye?
Forgive my broken promise that you'll never see me cry
And everything, it will surely change even if I tell you I won't go away today
Will you think that you're all alone
When no one's there to hold your hand?
And all you know seems so far away and everything is temporary
Rest your head
I'm permanent

And what's with the eyeliner on your CD cover? Or was that photoshopped in to make you appeal to the My Chemical Romance crowd? Anyway, I'm too soft-hearted. I'm going to forgive this man for producing a bad first album. There's always a bad first album for everyone, with the exception of Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera perhaps.

David Archuleta (who has put on a bit of weight, incidentally) is a different story altogether. I never liked his sweet dulcet voice, but ... oh dear, I never thought I'd say this but his teenybopper "Hey, girl, I'm gonna getcha" tunes are quite addictive. Maybe it's a good thing he lost in the end because at this rate, he's going to be so much more famous than Mr Cook. I could just be thirteen in terms of musical taste, but whatever. I couldn't stop listening to "Crush" when it was first released; it is such a Water Fountain Romance song that will either make you smile or die a little inside from remembering the good ol' simple days. Sure, his songs have simple melodic beats that don't require very much talent to produce, but it's fine. To be honest, this album sounds a bit like Clay Aiken's first album which was irreprehensibly melodic and poppy in all its gayness.

Whatever it is, I don't think either of these albums have very much staying power. Sucks to be in the music industry these days!

Yay for Beyonce's 'Single Ladies'. Now that is catchy.
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