• Oooh. Meme.

    27 May 2006, 9:16

    Shuffle your playlist and use the songs as the answers to the questions. No skipping!

    Story of my life?
    The Dog-Ear Years
    Oh, thank you very much. I think I've got a way to go before I fit "rusted and ropey, dog-eared old copy", being 21 and all. Though the flute in the middle of this rocks hard.

    How is my life going?
    CBSSD (Demo)
    Hahahaha. YES. Right this second, my life really IS a haphazard attempt to reproduce the best moments of the New Romantics, failing for reasons that aren't entirely obvious.

    What's the best thing about me?
    Love & Destroy
    Mmm. Either it's my tendency to mishear lyrics ("I'm so high I could lacerate all the robes right off of my cat") or it's something about dancing around naked in Russia. Which, surely, is COLD.

    How can I get ahead in life?
    Undergoing Treatment
    Hahahahaha. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm on it.
    I love this silly little song, however ridiculous and bad it may be. Medazzaland for President.

    What's university like?
    Like that for multiple reasons, including that it means I can listen to the song again, which is LOVE. Also, very true : "She just keeps on changing; she's just trying to survive." Mmm. Listen to the song.

    What's in store for this weekend?
    Sea Breezes
    While this might be true of some weekends, I'm not actually going down home this one. Or the next one. Mind you, the lyrics do dance around how I feel about home. Maybe this is 'cause I miss my mum and she's there. Or, maybe I'll just noodle around with an oboe for about two days.

    What is my signature dancing song?
    Barrel Of A Gun
    Pass. I mean, it's really not. Good cover, though.

    What is your day gonna be like?
    Light's On
    I take this to mean that it's going to move forward in a pleasant fashion and I'm going to accomplish something vague, despite not looking my best. Since that's what the Secret Machines do in this song.

    What song describes my parents?
    One Night In Bangkok - The Razor Skyline
    Hahahahahahahaha. My mum is acting a bit like she spends nights in Bangkok at the moment. This cover's hilarious.

    What song describes my grandparents?
    I Constantly Thank God for Esteban
    That's interesting. I could immediately dismiss that with a PASS, but actually, there's the odd line in it. Mind you, most of them are dead now anyway.

    What song describes my loved one?
    Born Of Frustration
    Well, you know. *Which* loved one? And does it mean that they whoop a lot? Or that they frustrate me? Or that they invariably make me feel better when they turn up randomly? Or that they're 'only in my head and don't exist'? WHO KNOWS. Great song, though.

    What song describes me?
    Miyako Hideaway (full length mix)
    Gosh, that's depressing, although, hang on...*googles lyrics* Oh dear. "All our feelings should fall into place. How they don't. Even though I, even though I know, even though I know everything I need to know about you, you still hideaway..." I can hear that, this month.

    What's my favourite thing to do?
    The Walk (acoustic)
    I can't tell you how much this isn't true. Whether it's about walking, listening to The Cure, acoustic versions of tracks, or waking up in the rain, or visiting time, or any of it. Good little version, though.

    What's my best trait?
    Mr. Boyd
    Being polite and faintly annoyingly persistent when asking girls out? Ha. But seriously.

    What's my worst trait?
    Sunglasses At Night - Edit
    Hahaha. I wonder how to take that. I don't literally wear sunglasses at night, but I *am* a bit of an electro elitist. I doubt it's my *worst* trait, though.

    What do I want to achieve in life?
    Hall of the Mountain King
    Hrm. Well, it's certainly not to become a frenzied Scandinavian metal cellist. Maybe it's to discover that there really is a hall of the mountain king and the world is genuinely as full of magic as I'd like it to be. Either that or this is an answer chosen entirely at random which has no bearing whatsoever on my life. Oh yeah.

    If you reached the top of Mount Everest, you would scream:
    You know, I really might. It's the "you BASTARD" song for a really, really godawful man I know, and I might be overtaken with the need to scream it into the blue horizon in the hope he could hear it.
    Probably not, though.

    The next time you stand up in front of a group of people, you'll say:
    Wait Move On
    What, I'm directing traffic now? Think not.

    Your favorite thing to say when drunk is:
    Take The Long Road And Walk It
    I don't drink, but I'm amused by the idea that I'd become incomprehensible and Northern if I did. :)

    Your message to the world:
    Lust of Berlin
    Erm. Don't write songs that are obviously just low-tech Bowie ripoffs?

    When you think of your best friend you think:
    Cornflake Girl (live)
    Awww. Not that she's a cornflake girl, thank god, but I do think of Tori when I think of her because she *loves* her music, most of which she has thanks to me.

    Your deepest secret:
    A Malibu
    OH NO! I like French-language new wave! And now everyone knows! Whatever will I do!

    Your innermost desire:
    Max Don't Have Sex With Your Ex
    This is fundamentally untrue, as it's far from my *innermost* desire to not have sex with my ex. Any of them.
    Nor is my innermost desire to be in a dreadful 2 Unlimited parody act, or whatever it is E-Rotic justify themselves as.

    Your oldest memory makes you think:
    Precious Things
    Dude. That's a bit disturbing. Also not true.

    Somewhere in your wedding vows, you'll include:
    Ha. "Whatever you want, I'm giving you one more thing that'll turn your world around..." Maybe. Not likely, though.

    On your deathbed, you'll whisper:
    Hey, hey. "Is there time to make up and cry? Are you missing her? Is there time to make you feel nice? Are you missing him? 'Cause you and I were on the inside, and then I got pushed to the outside; I used to glow red, but now it's there time for a piece of the night?" It's not impossible. (I might well choose a song I know better, though.)

    Your friends say behind your back:
    Script for a Jester's Tear
    Needlessly melodramatic, eh? Yes, well.

    You say behind your friends' back:
    I Love Saturday
    It's Saturday today, and I'm on my own and loving it. Maybe that's what this is about. But I think most of them know I like time on my own a LOT. Pass.

    Your opinion of MySpace:
    2nd Step
    There's interesting. I do, indeed, kind of despise them, but I also see a lot of them as mini-revolutionaries, trying to build their own paradise. Get illuminated, 'cause the old state rusts. Really.
    This is a good song, too, I've not listened to it before.

    When you wake up in the morning, you mutter:
    talking in your sleep
    See what iTunes did there?

    If you found yourself lost on a deserted island, you'd yell:
    Be Kind to My Mistakes
    Heh. Well, if that translates as "I don't want to die! I've got so much to give!" then, yeah, probably.

    Right now, your feelings are:
    God Called In Sick Today
    Mmm. Thinking about AFI a lot, in a vaguely more downbeat way than I might be. Also feel like I'd have to call in sick today, were I to have a job. Maybe. I'm all right, though. :)

    What's your excuse for reposting this:
    Eighties Fan
    Oh, I APPLAUD that. Yes. Correct.

    Your life's soundtrack:
    Start A Fire (Justin Robertson's Revtone Vocal Mix)
    Which, if you take it to mean cool danceable electro, is probably true. Or, indeed, if you take it to mean that I intend to burn down all the radio stations because they need better music.

    The day you fall in love will be the day that:
    God's Kitchen
    I have no idea what to make of that. I am not intending to fall in love with god at any point. Unless s/god/Micko Westmoreland.

    You Scream During Sex:
    Two Tribes
    What, iTunes, you couldn't have given me 'Relax'? Fine. Erm. I do not talk about fascism during sex. I think you mean b_czar.

    Your farewell message to the readers of this :
    My Girlfriend's Girlfriend
    Your call as to what you make of that, I think...
  • Yay.

    1 May 2006, 11:06

    Zoe, I've somehow generated nine mixes for you. I hope that's all right. :)

    Fragile Messages In Broken Metal
    Murderers at the matinée, dead men in the aisles
    Quis Est Iste Qui Venit
    Secret Garden
    Sometimes, Love.
    Suffer The Little Children
    Three To Fill The Bath With Inflatable Dinosaurs
    We Are The Boys

    Wheee. I'm really really happy with them. If only I didn't suck quite so much at cover art. Oh well. I'm sure I'll work something out in the next few weeks. :)
  • Win.

    29 Abr 2006, 9:26

    I make the best mixes this side of, um, somewhere. I bet nobody else could plausibly get from Patrick Wolf to E-Rotic with only one stop in between.

    Be afraid, missmolotov. Be very afraid. :) Hee.
  • But really.

    24 Abr 2006, 11:13

    Making mix CDs is the best thing in the entire world. Ever.

    I don't know whether I love the looking for music more than the putting it in the right order more than the writing down the names of tracks and bands I love more than my own skin, or what. I just, it's the best thing ever.

    I just thought I'd say. Since I have nothing else to do while listening for what works and what doesn't.
  • Hate leads to the Dark Side. Who have better clothes.

    18 Abr 2006, 7:45

    My profile overview thing just told me to go and look at this :

    So I did. I don't use this journal, because I have a music journal already, but let's assume for a moment that everyone who reads that is tired of listening to me talk about how much I hate Maroon 5.

    This boy is fifteen and a fan of Britney Spears, so, conceptually, I love him. (He likes Fall Out Boy too, but you can't have everything.) But he likes Maroon 5, which gives me an excellent opportunity to answer the question he posed in his journal entry.

    Maroon 5 are the aural equivalent of many things. Beige is the obvious one; then there's unsatisfactory porridge; the bits that are left stuck to your skin for weeks after you take a plaster off; death by being force-fed overexpensive underwhelming coffee; the guy who always comes up to you in the club and says "Hi, I...have you ever...uh...I've been working on a new model aeroplane this week, can I buy you a drink?"; BEIGE.
    There's really no excuse for being the aural equivalent of beige.

    Their songs are insipid and cloying and obvious and whiny and uninspired and his voice is like blancmange being forced through one of those Play-Doh spaghetti makers. Also, they used to be a punk band and really like Nine Inch Nails, which makes it even more fundamentally depressing that they've turned out like they have. For god's sake, look at this :

    I particularly love the guy on the far right. If by "love" you assume I mean "would like to tie to something solid and flay alive with chains. Heavy chains.". What a tragic shower of humanity.

    So in answer to JSpark's plaintive "Why?", I present the grin on my face that came from typing this. I love hating music. It's almost as much fun as loving music. It's energising and vicious and great, like good sex. Which, I realise, if you're male and fifteen and a Maroon 5 fan, you probably wouldn't understand, but trust me. It's fun.

    And now I have an elsewhere to be. But, really, learn to deal with people hating the music you love. I'm a fan of Kajagoogoo. You get used to it, and then later, you get to argue with the people and win by virtue of overwhelming enthusiasm. It's all part of the joy.