Talking Heads' "This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)"

I've gone out every night this week, and will do so again tonight to see Hanson (yes, that Hanson) perform at Spaceland. This is a rarity for me - as those of you who are better acquainted with me know. I don't regret a minute of it but it is quite tiring. "How do those bartenders do it every night?" I asked Maria yesterday as I was getting ready to leave once again. "You have to figure that those bartenders aren't doing what you do during the day," she replied. "Ohh right," I forgotten that I actually have a day job that rivals whatever it is bartenders do all day. I assume that its just a lot of relaxing or something equally glamorous.

Going out nightly has made me sleepless until about 3a, and the work day has me awake by 930a (or 10). Thankfully it's a hefty amount of sleep. Ahh, sleep - have I told you before that I feel that waking up is the worst feeling a human can experience and we have to do it every day? I get it, it's necessary; If we don't wake up that means muerto. However, for being a necessary thing - why is it so unpleasant? When I was talking to Travis about it, he said, "Even taking a shit feels better than waking up." Can you argue with that? Anyway, yes - I probably told you that already.

When spending little time I've had at home this week, this Talking Heads ditty continues to pop in my head. Walking down the garden to my house I've found myself singing, "Home! Is where I want to beee/But. I. Guess. I'm. Already there/I come home... She lifted up her wings/Guess that this must be the place..." on a loop. And I kind of have been doing a silly dance down the stairs, much like the one Cyndi Lauper does in her "Girls Just Want To Have Fun" video. Who has hexed me?!

Highlights of the week: The Pity Party & Eskimohunter @ Spaceland, that dude grabbing his crotch singing "I Will Survive" at Cha Cha karaoke, getting home before midnight (4 minutes before, but still before) on Tuesday, Soft Circle @ High Energy Constructs, Marnie Stern @ The Echo, Barcade's Twilight Zone pin ball machine, and some how fitting in 6 loads of laundry.

I just heard that The Arcade Fire covered this song. This quietly upsets me.

I just went on Hype Machine to seek it out and listen to it. No, reaaally... It does upset me. The original has this unique perfect strangeness that really can't be topped. It's almost insulting that its attempted.

*Note: This song is quite indicative of the musical direction in Tina Weymouth & Chris Frantz' (Talking Heads' lovey little married couple) Tom Tom Club.

[mp3] Talking Heads - This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody) [/mp3]

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FOR THE NEXT KARAOKE PERFORMANCE - PLEASE PRACTICE. HERE ARE THE LYRICS:

Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - born with a weak heart
I guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It's ok I know nothing's wrong . . nothing

Hi yo I got plenty of time
Hi yo you got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up and say goodnight . . . say goodnight

Home - is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home - she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time Before we were born
If someone asks, this is where I'll be . . . where I'll be

Hi yo We drift in and out
Hi yo sing into my mouth
Out of all those kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till I'm dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head Ah ooh

Faces on t-shirts creep me out

The Jesus & Mary Chain's "Sometimes Always"

Just got in from going to Spaceland to see Eskimohunter and The Pity Party. Gorgeous!

Afterwards, Rosie and I went over to Cha-Cha because good friend Matt was doing his karaoke night. I had the pleasure of seeing this guy...


...sing disco hit "I Will Survive" while dancing, spinning, and grabbing his crotch. *See Matt on the right hand side looking bummed.

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Now, this Jesus & Mary Chain song has been circulating in my life a lot lately. First, a couple weeks ago when Miles and I were talking about good-fashion cowboy hats vs. bad-fashion cowboy hats. I brought up a cowboy hat in a Midnight Oil video, giving that the thumbs up; as well as a Depeche Mode cowboy hat appearance. He reminded me of the cowboy hat in this one. I even listened to it before I went out tonight... and tonight when I got home (sober, thank you very much - after the lights went out the other night I'm afraid I'm taking a breather from drinking for awhile) this mp3 was waiting for me in my email box from someone I always wished/feared would send it to me. I always played it around him with "us" in mind. And I did notice during a couple of his DJ stints that it would be played when I was around... but I never asked or assumed that he had the same sentiment with it in mind. It's not the first obscure email I've gotten today, but it's probably the heaviest. The email subject line came with no subject, and there wasn't a single letter or even punctuation marks, where at least a signature would read, in the body of the email. Just a single attachment of this song. Ouch/Yay!

I have no knowledge on how to proceed with this 4.7 MB present in the email, or what its supposed to say, or simply if my incessant playback of this song now reminds him of me. (ie. it came on, he thought of those days of me in his tiny apartment singing along to this, and he thought he'd send it over) Even though he knows full well that I have the track in my scattered collection of fringe mp3s... especially since my last.fm page will attest to me listening to it earlier tonight.

Yes, said sender is aware of this blog and no doubt checks it semi-frequently - so there are no secrets here. Honestly, I'm going to take it for what it is. Sender, thanks for thinking of me and sending me the mp3. You always told me that actions speak louder than words, but you have to remember that I believe actions to fall flat if they're undecipherable and too obscure. I care deeply for you (always have/will - rest assured) and smile when I think of your gorgeous face.

Charlotte Gainsbourg "The Operation"

Kinda couldn't get into the album, but I saw this video on MTV's Subterranean last night and it might have made me turn a new leaf. Unfortunately, it doesn't show that the song stands well on its own - but there's a sad sincerity in this video that makes me dig it.



Now out to go see Pity Party & Eskimohunter play the last residency night @ Spaceland, and perhaps a lil' karaoke with Matt Cronk at the Cha2.

9-0-2-1-uh oh

I think I might finally be recovering from last night's battle with the bottle. Shamefully, I got too drunk by the time Adler's Appetite went on that I have NO idea what he (they?) played. I had to read about it here on blabbermouth.netI am a useless show reporter! After a round of shots with Travis, Jon W., and Evan - I don't remember much after L.A. Guns played. (God that shit was weird.) I also apparently went and sat on Ruben's lap for a few minutes! Glad his boyfriend wasn't around - I would have gotten a beat-down. And! Who KNOWS what I said. According to my hairstylist extrordinare, I had not one but "three or four" shots. Which I think (hope) might be inaccurate because I've *never* done more than two shots in my whole life and I was already drinking quite a bit outside of that, so I'm going to conclude that if that was the case - I would be dead. In short, my life last night was a mixture of Vh1's "Rock of Love" and Bravo's "Hey Paula." Jeez!

So I woke up this morning buck naked, lying next to the contents of my purse, a half eaten slice of pizza, and my shoes. (What?!) So I spent the afternoon laying on the couch flipping channels and cat napping/sleeping it off. Ordered DELICIOUS delivery from Masa, chatted with Emilie for a little bit when she stopped by, aaand I still haven't gotten off the couhttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifch. Luckily, a couple episodes of first season 90210 were playing on the Soap opera channel - Episode 13, "East Side Story." It's the one where Brandon falls for a girl from the 'east side.' You know I had to watch it, cos I'm an east side girl myself. Man, first season 90210 was freaking awesome. All the issues they tackled were pretty socially brave. Sure kicks the hell out of the "issues" I've seen recently on The O.C. etc. And Jason Priestly was totally cute back then! Of course a couple seasons in he was more like eeeeeh. If only everyone aged like Patrick Dempsey...



Speaking of aging gracefully, Neil Gaiman's "Stardust" is going to come out August 10th. It makes me want to reread the book. When I first discovered it, it was 2001 and I was on tour with Motion City Soundtrack and one of those dudes were reading it. Or maybe Josh and Justin were both reading it... Anyway, I finished reading it within a day and went out the following day to find another Gaiman novel. But yeah the movie looks like it's going to be freaking sweet. Countdown begins!

Liars - Plaster Casts Of Everything

luv it of course, or why would it be here?

Surfer Blaine

Surfer Blaine
Originally uploaded by Diogioscuro

You'd think i would like this but it's just kinda creepy.

Chaka Khan's "I Feel For You"

I woke up at an ungodly 7a today. (Note post time.) I can't really go back to sleep, so I began to sift clothes for the clothes swap we're having later today. It is so bright an shiny today - it seems that perhaps everything that is hit by the sunlight is made out of aluminum instead of it's organic elements like water and leaves, blades of grass, squirrels... but maybe it always looks like this so early in the morning. I haven't seen it this early lately, and even then very rarely... I've missed every single flight I should have been awake for this early, so not even that can't wake me up!

I went to the Troubador last night to see my boys in Battles play. They were fantastic, per usual (but far from usual)! The cutest thing is that my very good pal and Tyondai's gf, Grace, had her family in tow - cousin April, dad and stepmom. And they stayed for the entire set, I loved it! I haven't seen Grace's dad since sometime in the late 90s, and it was great to see him. It was also my business partner's, Adam, first time seeing Battles and it's always a pleasure for me to bring a newbie to a show. I was talking to this kid outside who bummed me a cigarette, and he said Battles was too "fast" for him and that he needed melody. I told him there IS a melody in there, he's just not listening hard enough. After I asked, he said his top two faves of the moment are Beck and Weezer. Hello 1994, anyone? He did know who Mastodon was... which is weird, given his aforementioned faves. The highlight: Finally getting a Battles tote bag. I've only waited 3 years for them to not run out by the time they get to me! So yeah, my point is (it always takes me awhile to get there) that I stayed up pretty fucking late last night and yet here I am, now 751a and wide awake.

I turned on Vh1 Classic and on was "I Feel For You" by Chaka Khan. What an optimistic way to wake up... And did you know that Prince wrote it? And that Stevie Wonder is the harmonica on it? True.

I Feel For You - Chaka Khan