Category Archives: Music

When I am wrong, I admit it.

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When I am wrong, I admit it.

Sometime last year my friend Daniel posted a video of a girl sitting in a car with a crazy system. She appeared to be, well, really enjoying it. I called bullshit. Maybe if it was a Harley I said, but not “just” bass.

Well, this previous summer I had to buy a hamster car…totally stock 2013 Kia Soul, but it has a freaking badass stock system. This song came on my Pandora station and suffice it to say, I was driving down I-84 and had to pull off for a second or 4 minutes.

Straight up.

No joke.

I doubt most computers can pick up the low frequencies in this song, but if you have a way to find it and play it through a good system, it’s pretty effing sweet.

Ladies, you are all welcome.

Men, you should buy this album for me. er, your lady, if you like ladies.

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two weeks eh? Dang.

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two weeks eh? Dang.

So maybe I have been slightly distracted by life and slowly becoming more distracted…

I hadn’t realized it had been two freaking weeks since I blogged. EEEEP….

But the return is worth it…for example:

I smile for no reason and when no one is there to observe it;

I’m busy as hell between FT work, kids, new friends, old friends, my lovely new boyfriend, etc;

I am running in the run for your lives event tomorrow (my second year!);

I’m also trying to figure out how to cut costs and make extra money….. if you have legal ideas, hit me up cause at this point I am thinking commune….;

My fantasy football draft is tonight *fingers crossed*;

My kids are amazing and responsible and I can do things without a babysitter and they don’t throw rocking parties (YESSSSSSSS)…;

My student loans are arranged to start next week and be $39.45 a month for the next 108 years;

I haven’t killed all of my plants;

I have been writing again, a lot… I have no idea where I find the time….

Andddddd I got to see the Silent Comedy do Fleetwood Mac and dance with said boyfriend.

What else could a woman want?

xoxo

Jani

 

 

 

Confirmation Bias, perhapst…..

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Confirmation Bias, perhapst…..

Have you ever had one of those moments where you are remembering something you previously thought or said when suddenly something specifically interacts with you regarding it? I’m sure it is some sort of confirmation bias, part of the reason that divining tools and/or oracles seem spot on… You hear what you need to or are supposed to or are receptive to… right?

Ok, so riddle me this, Batman…

You know that place between dreaming and awake? When you are still responsive to the world for the most part but also starting to dream? Yeah. So there I am, there being a subjective ethereal term… and I am remembering a conversation I had about a recent tarot reading and the continuing conversation about a certain song’s potentially related lyrics and how it was super sweet and what I wanted….blah blah blah girl crap…. fast forward back to dreamspeaking state….

and that song comes on.

It was kinda awesome. It even took me a second to process it actually was playing outside of my dreamy state. HA

Yes, I know it doesn’t mean anything, per se….

But it was badass nonetheless.

 

LAAAAUUUUUUURRRRRRRAAAAAAAA

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LAAAAUUUUUUURRRRRRRAAAAAAAA

I was recently whining about the fact that NIN was touring again and I couldn’t afford tickets; then I rationalized with my sour grapes mentality that since Trent got clean, I hadn’t particularly cared for the new music or his side projects with his wife…

Then I saw this new video.

Which is of course directed by David Lynch, whom I love (I realized people either love him or hate him….I am a lover….)

And with the exception of Trent looking less like this: (yum)

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And a little more like this:

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I’d say that NIN has found it’s good stuff again.

YES.

There is a warning re: epilepsy soooo if you have it maybe don’t watch.

Enjoy:

My pursuit of happiness….

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My pursuit of happiness….
Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit
Feelinā€™ lit feelinā€™ light, 2 am summer night.
I don’t care, hand on the wheel, driving drunk, I’m doinā€™ my thing
Rollin the Midwest side and out livinā€™ my life gettingā€™ out dreams
People told me slow my roll I’m screaming out

fuck that

Imma do just what I want lookinā€™ ahead no turninā€™ back
If I fall if I die know I lived it to the fullest
If I fall if I die know I lived and missed some bulletsI’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know everything that shine ain’t always gonna be gold
I’ll be fine once I get it, yeah
I’ll be good.Tell me what you know about dreaminā€™ dreaminā€™
You don’t really know about nothinā€™ nothinā€™
Tell me what you know about them night terrors every night
5 am, cold sweats wakinā€™ up to the sky
Tell me what you know about dreams, dreams
Tell me what you know about night terrors, nothinā€™
You don’t really care about the trials of tomorrow
Rather lay awake in a bed full of sorrow

I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know everything that shine ain’t always gonna be gold
I’ll be fine once I get it, yeah
I’ll be good.

I’m on the pursuit of happiness.
I know everything that shine ain’t always gold
I’ll be fine once I get it, yeah
I’ll be good.

hands on the wheel? Uh uh FUCK THAT
hands on the wheel? kick drum high hat
hands on the wheel? Uh uh FUCK THAT
hands on the wheel?
I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know everything that shine ain’t always gonna be gold, hey
I’ll be fine once I get it, yeah
I’ll be good
Im on the Pursuit of happiness.

Set fire to the third bar….

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Set fire to the third bar….

My second favorite Snow Patrol song…I hope they tour again soon…

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XOXO

Jani

The twitch….

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The twitch….

When no one is looking, I like to dance. Now I realize that despite what I think and my most bestest efforts, I do not look like Shakira. I imagine I look a bit like what a Tracy Anderson workout video would look like if she was convulsing on peyote and/or having a spastic seizure. And you know, I am ok with that. My daughter has caught me a couple of times, which incited fits of laughter each time. But I don’t mind. It makes me feel good.

A typical playlist to make me get all Jim Morrison in my kitchen follows, enjoy.

Good times.

Roger Waters: The Wall……YOU MUST GO

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Roger Waters: The Wall……YOU MUST GO

Yesterday was just an ordinary day of trying to get my car to pass emissions. You know just spending money on BS. Then someone texted me and offered me a FREE ticket to Roger Waters last night. Of course, I went. It was a once in a life time opportunity.

I wasn’t sure what to expect, the wall is one of my most nostalgic albums. The movie, was once my absolute favorite movie…I was sure the secret to life was held in it somehow….I watched it once as an adult and didn’t quite get it. But last night the small pieces that were intertwined in it made me want to see it again.

I’m not going to be able to encapsulate all that it was, but I will mention some highlights and share some pictures.

The way that Roger Waters juxtaposed andĀ paralleledĀ 1984esque Big Brother mentality, our current government/police state, the ongoing war on “terrorism,” drugs, capitalism, WWII, Iraq, Afghanistan, the London bombings, genocide, shell, BP, Apple, Iphone, Ieverything, Mercedes Benz, banks, bailouts, &(^(@#^$)^_*^&@#$(^#%)( was freaking BRILLIANT.

The light show/projectors, smoke and mirrors, planes, puppets, flying pigs, graffiti and the ACTUAL WALL was amazing.

There is one section of my pics wherein my camera wasnt fast enough. It is a set of pictures that reveal a quote:

“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.” Dwight D. Eisenhower

There was some beautiful breasts in there too šŸ˜‰

The individual bricks were amazing.

Roger himself looks like Richard Gere these days. And he sounds the same today as he did 30 years ago. It’s just mind-blowing.

It was a cerebral, audio, visual energy pill for my soul.

If you have a chance to go, you would be a fool to pass it up. I am so thankful I didn’t.

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Music is love is magic is music.

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Music is love is magic is music.

I had seen something on Sunday Morning or 60 minutes about this idea, but I had never seen the results of it. Now, seeing it, my heart overflows with joy. It makes me want to research the implications of TBIs andĀ Alzheimer’sĀ and shaken baby syndrome and comas andĀ persistentĀ vegetativeĀ states and all neurological issues….overbroad? maybe.

Maybe not.

I just learned about a study regarding music and math pilot program:

http://www.scientificamerican.com/podcast/episode.cfm?id=rhythm-and-music-help-math-students-12-03-27

Music is magic.Ā 

It stimulates places in the brain that are thought to be incapable of regeneration.

We as a species do not even know the half of it. šŸ™‚

Screw EEGs and MRIs; watch this video:

LOVE.

xoxo