I am unspeakably sad that he’s gone.
Category: Music
A Hard Rain’s a-Gonna Fall
Indeed, it is pouring. And so begineth the rainy season in southern Indiana.
Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow
Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow by Amy Winehouse
I didn’t post about this yesterday, because I was too disgusted with people’s ignorant and heartless remarks. It seemed like the entire world was in a mad scramble to be the first to say that she deserved it, and anyone who expressed empathy for her was misguided because surely there are people far more worthy of our compassion. But you know what? Compassion and empathy aren’t finite resources. Telling people that they shouldn’t spare a good thought for a self-destructive soul because those other people need it more is a bit like telling kids to clean their plates because there are starving babies in Biafra. We have big brains. We can multi-task. And I can feel unspeakably sad that a young woman lost her life while at the same time feeling compassion for every other human being on the planet who is in a crappy situation.
I wasn’t a huge fan of hers, but I love this song, and she did a beautiful job of covering it. R.I.P. Amy. You deserved better.
Come all ye starry starfish living in the deep blue sea
I absolutely adore these two songs. Which might help explain why I’m a little bit obsessed with starfish.
Epistle to Derroll by Donovan
Starfish on the Toast by Donovan
Starfish
I found this at Goodwill. It reminds me of a Donovan song.
Starfish on the Toast by Donovan
Danger Will Robinson!
The tornado sirens went off. AIEEE! I get emergency warning texts from the university, and according to IU there was a tornado spotted in the campus area.
Have I mentioned how much I hate storms? They scare the everlovingcrap out of me.
On a more entertaining note, I freaking love this song. I don’t know why, but it makes me happy.
Why Don’t You Love Me (Like You Used to Do)? by Hank Williams
Rapture
Rapture by Blondie
Harold Camping has disappeared. Now, the cynical among us might think he’s hiding out or that he’s died of embarrassment after May 21st came and went and we weren’t all Hoovered up into Heaven. I, however, prefer to think that his rapture visions were true, but that he misunderstood, and that yesterday God called him–and him alone–home. Or maybe it was Satan. I get those two mixed up sometimes.
That Is Not What I Do
Not a Pretty Girl by Ani Difranco
This song came up on the magical iPod during my drive home. Years ago, one of my student employees introduced me to Ani Difranco, and this song in particular was like a kick in the stomach. It was the first time I ever thought about femininity as something we perform. It’s something we’re taught to do, not something innate.
There’s a lot of feminist theory to unpack in the song–indeed, it could serve as a Feminism 101 primer–but that’s the part that jumped out and grabbed me this afternoon.
Gratuitous Catblogging
Henry Sitting on the Back of the Couch, Watching Me Watching TV
Accidental hiatus was accidental. There’s just not a whole lot going on here, unless you want to hear about my big, tedious CD ripping project (about 50 linear feet of shelving). I found lots of CDs I’d forgotten I had, some I never knew I had, and some I was happy to put in the Goodwill pile. I suspect that might be the definition of “too much music.” But now it’s done, and all my music is backed up. Hallelujah!
Five + Five = Ten
Five Years by David Bowie, 1972
Five Years by David Bowie with Arcade Fire, Fashion Rocks
This weekend is the 10th anniversary of me leaving Muncie. It seems like that should be commemorated in some way, and since I’ll take any excuse to listen to David Bowie, I think this will do. It does involve a little bit of math, though. (Ten years. Holy crap!)
red paper boat 