Blame it on the bassa nova.

It was about a year ago, that the emails between Nick and I started to heat up, and we started including favorite songs, or whatever it was we were listening to at the time.

I sent him one of my favorite songs, and told him how it made me think of beaches and dancing very close and very slow in a very large crowd. And how no matter how I was feeling, Patria by Ruben Blades always made me take a deep breath and think about beaches and dancing close and slow, i.e. all that is good and healthy in life, and no matter what was bothering me, it couldn't take away beaches and dancing.

Nick's response was to ask if it was alright that he had a crush on me, just a little one.

So if you think I liked that song before .........

Last night I was pretty frustrated with life. I had lots of laundry to do, insurance forms to fill out, a LOT of birds to feed, bunny veggies to pick up and a payment to wire because I'd waited until the last minute and couldn't find my account number. And we were out of Q-Tips.

Also, if you're paying attention, you will know I was PMSing. (But I think mostly it was the Q-Tip thing.)

And when I'm PMSing, I'm not so much grouchy or bitchy, per se, it's just that my ability to deal with life diminishes. And I will freely admit that it's not an attractive emotion on me. I want to hold whoever is in front of me responsible for how I'm feeling, and the fact that it's completely irrational just makes me feel guilty and then I hold them responsible for THAT because if they weren't standing in front of me I would be feeling angry at just a wall or something, so it really is all their fault anyway. It spirals. And the moment I most need a hug, I'm really the least likely to inspire someone to hug me.

But that's just what my Knickers did.

He's way better medicine than any song. Better than beaches and dancing, too.

Ask him nicely and he'll send it to you. Then this will be even funnier.

Sarah Smile says:
This song is awesome.
And I'm not just saying that because the mailman just gave me a really weird look.
Although I did enjoy that.

Jonny Opinion says:
What song?

Sarah Smile says:
The Necessary Properties of Moses, that you sent me earlier.

Jonny Opinion says:
haha
I'm glad you called it a song.
But try singing it in the shower.

Sarah Smile says:
I will, actually.
Nick might check on me, to make sure I'm alright.

Could they send me a tape player too?

Radio - "..... call now for my free tape. You don't have to live with depression and anxiety....."

Sarah Smile - "I wanna call and request a free CD or podcast. 'Oooooooh, we just assumed if you had a CD player you wouldn't be depressed...'."

My Nick - "I bet, despite having no mention of it, that's it's all about Jesus. I bet that's the 'real, drug-free help.' I bet she's building a Jesus army."

Sarah Smile - "Of depressed people? That's awesome. 'Bow to my will, or I will send my depressed army to sit in your living room and listen to Kurt Cobain until you break.'"

My Nick - "What's wrong with Kurt Cobain? His music wasn't so depressive. He just collapsed in on his own genius."

Sarah Smile - "Sorry, I have no idea what music depressed people listen to -"

My Nick - "Kelly Clarkson?"

Sarah Smile - "HA! See, when I'm depressed, I don't listen to music. I turn on the TV and watch old episodes of the Jenny Jones Show. That's the soundtrack to my depression."

Good thing I like that song.

My Nick - *setting up voice dialing on his cell phone* "Call ............. Mobile one ............. Mobile two ............. Home ............ Work ............"

Sarah Smile - *turns down the radio* "Now you're never going to able to make a call unless someone is singing 'her name is Rio and she dances on the sand' in the background."

Music of the Day

Crazy Love by Poco.

This is one of those songs that I often find myself humming, not a passing obsession but one of my all time favorites. Enjoy!

Music of the Day

Pam Tillis, Spilled Perfume, Let That Pony Run, and Maybe It Was Memphis.

Song of the Day

No Children by The Mountain Goats

It is, hands down, the best breakup song EVER, but it slays me, cracks me up, whatever my mood might be. I'm including the lyrics here, but you really need to hear the snappy banjo to get the full effect.

I hope that our few remaining friends
give up on trying to save us.
I hope we come out with a fail-safe plot
to piss off the dumb few that forgave us.

I hope the fences we mended
fall down beneath their own weight.
And I hope we hang on past the last exit,
I hope it's already too late.

And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
someday burns down.
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away,
and I never come back to this town again.

In my life, I hope I lie,
and tell everyone you were a good wife.
And I hope you die,
I hope we both die.

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow;
I hope it bleeds all day long.
Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises;
we're pretty sure they're all wrong.

I hope it stays dark forever,
I hope the worst isn't over.
And I hope you blink before I do,
and I hope I never get sober.

And I hope when you think of me years down the line,
you can't find one good thing to say.
And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out,
you'd stay the hell out of my way.

I am drowning.
There is no sign of land.
You are coming down with me,
hand in unlovable hand.

And I hope you die,
I hope we both die.

Music of the Day

Good Day, by Kunek.

"Don't blink, don't close your eyes, and most of all, don't apologize..."

Today's music is by Sherwood.
I especially reccomend Song in My Head and Alley Cat.

Just TRY not to chair dance.

You can TRY to hold still, but you won't manage it. I promise.

Jump in the line by Harry Belafonte

Today's music was suggested by my wonderously, delightfully batshit crazy cousin (runs in the family?) Jordan. Thank her as you dance. And you WILL dance.

I bought his first album.

And I don't want to sound like a mean old hag, stripping the world of things that other people find enjoyable. But I must confess I would totally wear this t-shirt.



(Also available with comma.)

A song for a sunny day.....

"Eyes" by Rogue Wave.

Milk

I always forget how much I like drinking it, until I am.

You know, like exercising, or listening to Vanessa Carlton.

White Houses by Vanessa Carlton

I'm totally digging my Myspace page today.

(Which you can see here.)

For one thing, My Homie in Sales told me that in this picture, I look like I'm about to "steal some high ticket items."
Which is exactly the look I was going for! Yay! (That only sounds like sarcasm, it isn't.)


And while I have no idea what the Scythian Empire is/was, I love that someone was moved enough by it to write a song about it. A prettypretty, dose of happy song.

Scythian Empire by Andrew Bird.

Yesterday, 'Mookie asked me what my theme music would be.

What should play when you walk into the room?

And of course it's a hard question to answer.
I mean, are we talking about the theme to my life in general?
My life lately?
My year?
This week?
Right this minute?

But if I had to pick something, I'd say the banjo solo from Maggie May.



What do you think? Is it me?

'Rezzie asked me for a list of lame-except-that-they're-really-kinda-cool things to do on a Tuesday night.

And then I realized it's Mardi Gras.
Which doesn't mean much to me, personally. I have a puppy to get home to, and with Nick out of town, so what little indulgent or naughty revelry I might have gotten into is out. Maybe instead of my usual glass of wine nightcap, I'll spice it up with a Midori Sour.

What? I've never claimed to have a crazy life in a Paris Hilton sense.
I claimed to have a crazy, somewhat surreal, fun in unusual ways/times/locations kinda life, but that's different. I mean, from another perspective, you could say I have a very ordinary sort of life. Office job, house in the suburbs, a popular model of car, no major vices, unless you count coloring books or caffiene.

But anyhoo.
Here's the various things I'm thinking of doing tonight.


Make chicken and rice burritos.

Sing Rod Steward songs. Loudly. "Maggie, I think I got something to say to you..." "She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love...." "... love until your heart break...."

Wear a dress and earrings, even just around the house, even if no one is around. But no shoes.

Make a mobile out of pictures, glitter, odd earrings and seashells.

Pratice my swing dancing to whatever music comes on the tv, from commercials or tv show themes.


Feel free to join me, in spirit.

Here's a dose of happy-happy joy-joy.

Understatement by Seth Horan.

Here's a dose of happy-happy joy-joy.

Listen to Delirious Love.

Here's a dose of happy-happy joy-joy

Radio - "... I'm walking on sunshine, whooooa-oh, and don't it feel good......"

My Nick - "Katrina and the Waves. What an ironic name for a band."

Sarah Smile - "Of course it wasn't ironic back then. It's only now that it's funny."

*silence*

Sarah Smile - "I'm mean NOT funny. It's NOT funny now!"

*silence*

Sarah Smile - "I'm so going to hell."

Here's a dose of happyhappyhappy.

One of my favorite songs of all time is here.

More here and here.