Music, Pets

Musical Interlude

The mellow edition.


Opal, Harriet Brown

This is obviously where Miss Brown got her name. I fell in love with the song the first time I heard it, but it wasn’t until much later, when someone in one of my art forums pointed out the name’s origin, that I learned it was one of the aliases Greta Garbo’s used when she “Wanted to be alone.” It’s a sad and whimsical song.

Ms. Lea and I were roommates at the time. Her ex-boyfriend had made some tapes for her. One of them had Opal’s Early Recordings on one side and their Happy Nightmare Baby on the other. The apartment was tiny, and we repurposed the livingroom as a bedroom, so the only common area was the kitchen. That’s where the stereo was, with my room across the hall, so whatever was playing, that’s what I was listening to. Opal, The Jesus and Mary Chain’s Automatic, and T. Rex’s Beard of Stars are how I remember that time

Ms. Lea got Kizmet when we lived there. She was looking for a black cat to replace the one we’d been watching for her ex-boyfriend. Kizmet needed a home, and the timing was right. The only problem was that–we soon discovered–she was pregnant. That’s how I got Pandora. I wanted one of the kittens, preferably female, preferably the runt. I had her name picked out before she was born. I think there must have been a little bit of kismet at work there.

Crankypantsing, Music

While Waiting in Limbo

I think my web host may help with upgrading, but I don\’t have time to mess with it right this minute. But if things go wacky, that’s probably why.

In the meantime, my teeth have finally (mostly) stopped hurting. I had a filling replaced (minor) and a broken molar repaired (major) on Friday, both on the same side. They didn’t hurt too badly after the Novocain wore off, but on Saturday they hurt like hell. Even on Tuesday morning, as I was trying to eat room temperature oatmeal, they hurt. Hrmf. Then, at some point Tuesday afternoon, I realized they weren’t hurting. Huzzah! I guess it just took a few days for the nerves to calm down.

I’m still getting occasional twinges and brief moments of throbbing, but nothing like it was. Both teeth are still really sensitive to cold, which is a bummer, but definitely an improvement. Hopefully that’ll go away, too, and preferably before Popsicle season is over!

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Shane MacGowan’s Teeth

In my travels around the Interwebs yesterday, I came across an article about Shane MacGowan’s new teeth. The poor guy’s teeth were notorious for being crooked, rotten, and later on, largely missing.

Having recently broken a molar, and knowing just how painful that is, I cannot imagine what sort of agony he’s been in for most of his adult life. Thankfully, he’s finally gone and gotten new teeth. I don’t know if they’re implants or dentures, but whatever they are, they look (and probably feel) a million percent better.

And now, because I dearly loves me some Pogues, the video for Dirty Old Town. (Also, check out those teeth!)


Dirty Old Town by The Pogues

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Sunday Sad Song

I’ve been transcribing more letters, and listening to The Decemberists while I work. Again. This is from their new album, The Hazards of Love (the whole thing is available on YouTube). The last song is so haunting that it got stuck in one of my dreams last night.

The Hazards of Love 4 (The Drowned) by The Decemberists

WILLIAM:
Margaret, array the rocks around the hole before we’re sinking
A million stones, a million bones, a million holes within the chinking
And painting rings around your eyes, these peppered holes
So filled with crying
A whisper-weight upon the tattered down where you and I
Were lying.
So tell me now, O tell me this: a river’s son, a forest’s daughter
A willow wand, a will-o-wisp, our ghosts will wander all of the water

W & M:
So let’s be married here today, these rushing waves to bear our witness
And we will lie like river stones, rolling only where it takes us
But I pulled you and I called you here
(Didn’t I, didn’t I, didn’t I)
And I caught you and I brought you here
(Didn’t I, didn’t I, didn’t I)
But these hazards of love
Never more will trouble us

WILLIAM:
O Margaret the lapping waves are licking quietly at our ankles
Another bow, another breath; this brilliant chill has come to shackle

W & M:
But with this long, last rush of air let’s speak our vows in starry whisper
And when the waves came crashing down, he closed his eyes
And softly kissed her

chorus

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Musical Interlude

Neko Case has a new album out. I bought it, but haven’t had time to listen to it yet. That will happen this weekend.

What I have been listening to a lot of is Nico Stai. I don’t know much about him, aside from the fact that he’s a wee baby, but I came across one of his songs, then checked out a couple more, and ended up buying everything of his I could get my hands on.