It's finally Friday! Tonight, my friend Annie and I are making 2 dozen cupcakes before grabbing Liz for a much needed Ladies Night (look out fellas of San Diego). Here's some music I will force Annie to enjoy during our pre-party (click on the link to hear them on Hype Machine. I'm not computer savvy enough to figure out how to let you listen to them as mp3s or whatever. Sorry):
You Can't Count on Me - Counting Crows: This is my favorite song off their new album (which is really good. Pick it up if you're a fan). My favorite lyric is "And I get off and you know why" even though I don't know why he gets off...or why I like this lyric.
July, July - The Decemberists: I've been loving this song for months now. It feels very "summer" and who doesn't like summer? (I was thinking the other day, as I walked to get some ice cream on a ridiculously hot evening, how much I wish I still had summer vacation. Sleeping in, getting hooked on some daytime soap, concocting crazy meals like dried spaghetti with melted cheese because my mom hadn't been shopping in awhile. Damn, I miss that.)
Always Be My Baby - David Cook: No, I will not stop with my obsession. Leave me alone!
Careless Whisper - Ben Folds and Rufus Wainwright: I absolutely adore this cover. Two of my favorite artists covering one of the greatest, cheesiest bands of the 80's. Pure magic.
Sweet Darlin' - She & Him: Another current obsession and the song that makes me cool with the hipsters...which is really my goal in life.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Imposing My Musical Taste on the World...Again
Posted by Red at 8:32 AM
Labels: covers, David Cook, guilty pleasures, Music, Top 5
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Did you get Cookie's "Analog Heart?" It was on iTunes for a while but it may have been taken down by now.
I heard about it, but never checked it out. I am a terrible stalker.
Wow, you are entirely too hip for me. I am still listening to Billy Joel's Innocent Man album. One day I hope to move into the 90s. One day.
NO PANTS DAY IS EVERY DAY! IN MY PANTS!
I have absolutely no idea what that meant.
There is a road that meets the road that goes to my house... and the water rolls down the drain.
Wow, you really are. I managed to finagle the Michael Johns solo album from another obsessed fan online. You need to get it together, girl.
ladies night? I wanna come! If i leave now i can make it for last call!
Nice. I haven't heard it in about a year, but summer '06 saw many a mix involving a certain song accusing someone's uncle of being a crooked French Canadian being gutshot running gin.
Sorry to be a buzzkill Red, but I'm wearing pants tonight.
And I might wear the special boots
to beat the path to my house too. (Get it? I like that song too!)
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