Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts

Thursday, December 31, 2009

2009 in Review (Best & Worst)

so, i have done this two years running, my favorite songs/albums, books, movies, and tv of the year.

boring blog, but hey, it lets me know what i may not remember.

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movies:

tough year for choices so i am doing a top 4 (or three, the first two are tied).

1. avatar
2. up
3. the princess and the frog (yep, deal)
4. star trek (great non-fan movie)

worst movie, easily, is transformers 2


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album, no list, obviously for me it is:

backspacer, pearl jam

song, also off backspacer, "just breathe" OR "get some".

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novels... top 10.

1. under the dome, king
2. jonathan strange and mr. norrel, clarke
3. the terror, simmons
4. drood, simmons
5. the strain, hogan/ del toro
6. the graveyard book, gaiman
7. the two towers, tolkien
8. prince of theives, hogan
9. oryx and crake, atwood
10. return of the king, tolkien

biggest disappointing novels:

1. death troopers, schreiber
2. the standoff, hogan
3. pygmy, palahniuk

surprise?


toss up between, the strain, oryx, or the graveyard book.


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short stories, top 3:

1. ur, king
2. the dream hunters, gaiman
3. creatures of the night, gaiman

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that's it, happy new year :)

oh, and tv, house or lost.

2010 (Hours Before)

you know, i don't know about 2010. things are going to go so terribly wrong i feel in about a week. everything is bound to that event, an event that will probably take part of my soul, my heart, maybe my mind.

yet, in truth, i also feel like it would, will, be a better year. maybe i can recover some things i lost, recover from things i gained.

who knows?

i will be blogging more, but haven't decided if on this blog or elsewhere. i really like the release the blogs give, the way i can vent without having to deal with immediate repercussions. so, yeah, more blogs.

more personal blogs too.

because it's a show ender:

Rockie, Your Mix

not the best, but hey...

i miss you, truly miss rockieforte.

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everyday, buddy holly (don't get the wrong idea, just love the song)
the man who sold the world, bowie
don't pray on me, bad religion
unthought known, pearl jam
unfinished, bnl
trouble, cat stevens
vice and virtues, dropkick murphy's
25 minutes to go, cash
porch, vedder solo
castaway, green day
ain't this the life, boingo
tender lumplings, boingo
drive, r.e.m
i'm so tired, beatles
last exit, pearl jam
all apologies, nirvana

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Without Judgment (Pry, To post)

"Strangely, although music is something to listen to, I think music listens back because there's no judgments. A kid can find something he identifies with. Or an adult. Here's a place you can go to where [there are no] judgments. [There is not] someone telling you what to believe in."

-Marilyn Manson

Does music listen to you?

I don't know what to think of this quote, by a man, that, admittedly, whos music is unknown to me. But something about this quote is so meaningful to me that I can't deny it holds some truth.

Whenever I am down, I can go into my iTunes and find a song that will either uplift me or will be perfect for whatever mood I am; sad, lonely, loved, in-love, happy. Whatever. I can find something that knows.

Or at least fits.

It's odd how music can do this. How I can find a set of words, lyrics, that describe exactly how I feel at the moment in time.

How I can hear music, drum beats, guitar rifts, bass chords, piano compositions, and it just feels right. Feels right for how I feel. How I am. Whatever. And not only do I see these as fitting me "alone", but also I take it all as one, and it still fits. Lyric with sound, sound with lyrics, and it still fits.

Also, music, in many ways identifies who we are. We grow up with some types, myself "oldies", or grunge, or even rap... and it symbolizes our growing up. It makes us remember specific events of our childhood based on hearing a song. Music can recall memory, and sometimes, I guess, memory can recall a certain song. A certain feeling.

Then we grow, and we pick and choose what music means to us based on who we are.
Punk, rap, rock, country, classical, soundtrack compositions, techno, R&B; all these sounds, and all the people listening to the same songs, that millions, or no one, listens to and we still find a way to make it ours.

We grow up and music is ours. We find a popular song, a popular sound, and it probably means something different to me than it would to anyone else. Than the songwriter, than my best friends, to strangers.

Everyone.

Someone else's music is always mine alone. Meaning. Sound. We all hear it differently. It makes us, our music defines us.

It's an old friend to cry to.

It's a new friend to meet.

It's who we are. When we are alone. With friends. In the center of a crowd, our music may sometimes know us best.

It never judges. It's a friend that has so much to say, but who always listens.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Oceans (Pearl Jam)


Hold on to the thread
The currents will shift
Glide me towards you
Know something's left
And we're all allowed
to dream of the next
Oh the next... time we touch..........
You don't have to stray
Two oceans away
Waves roll in my thoughts
Hold tight the ring...
The sea will rise...
Please stand by the shore...
I will be...
I will be...
There once more.........
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Honestly think I am losing my mind a little.