Point Break of the Speed Matrix

On the way home from rehearsal last night I was telling Coobs (thanks again for the sweet ride in the ‘96) that I have an embarassing lack of new music in my itunes library.  I am becoming one of those tools that will buy every new generation of ipod only to store ten different live versions of “Gold Dust Woman” on it (but f* you for judging because secretly you know that song is HARSH.  Stevie!). 

I am becoming a little self-conscious about my music tastes growing stale as I enter an age which may be described by teenage boys like this:  “How old?  Oh yeah, she a time fighta!”  I mean, not that I care what teenage boys think.  I totally don’t.  Really!   I was just trying to make a joke here!  Why are you looking at me that way?  Don’t!  It was a joke.  J-O-K-E.   Keep your wig on, ok?  Gahd.

So I am welcoming any and all song/artist suggestions to add to my adorbs little shuffle that will keep me hip and fresh like trucker hats or ironic t-shirts.  See?  Didn’t think I would be hip to that did you, Lawrence?  Well I am!  So you can tell your brosephs in fifth period that one! 

Where was I?  Oh, yeah music. 

In the meantime, I will continue to patron the artists I loved in high school, like PJ Harvey,  as they continue to churn out amazing tunes a decade later.

What is a summer retreat for mature single ladies with big jugs?

John Cougar Melloncamp.

Thank you, Secaucus Community Center!

Honorable mention: "LEMON!"

5.  Hold Me Thrill Me Kiss Me Kill Me!

4.  Window in the Skies!

3.  Wild Honey!

2.   Zooropa!

1.  Angel of Harlem!

Ok friends, when were you going to tell me to see this movie? Hmm?

This movie is gorgeous.  I am in a fight with everyone who never told me to run not walk to go see it.

As for you Coobs (I am not even providing a link that’s how big a fight we’re in)… I am baffled by your silence on the matter.  Like a good friend,  I immediately text you at the end of the movie to run not walk to go see this film.  And what do I learn?  Oh yeah, you’ve already got the DVD, soundtrack and several views under your belt!  That’s nice.  Real nice.  Well, I’m on my way to having all that too.  So there!

And as for you Anne… Bride Wars?  Really?  You had such potential.  I have to believe that compromising photos of you made exclusively for your dirtbag Italian ex-boyfriend fell into the wrong hands and you were blackmailed into making the film.  That’s really the only reasonable excuse.

Once again my beloved Independent Film Channel delivers.  I was watching Music Blast and they played a live performance of PJ Harvey singing “White Chalk”.  This album is a year old and I am a little late in the commentary on this, but then again NONE OF YOU TOLD ME ABOUT HER OUTFIT EITHER.

PJ, I love you.  I’ve loved you back when I was very young and still unknown to man.  So for a whole three weeks I’ve loved you. That being said, why are you trying to scare me?  You look like you came out of Turn of the Screw.  And you know what?  That book scared the shit out of me!  

I know you’re pushing 40 and reinvention is the key to longevity in the business of show but could you please go back to your riot girl-sad-coffee-shop-grunge-but-with-sassy-red-lipstick ‘tude that made me so jealous of you in high school.  Singing sad songs in a wedding dress is just about as good a model for feminism as Sarah Palin.  Ah, I’m just kidding.  I don’t think it’s that severe.  I just wanted to make a hack joke about Palin.  Friends?  K.

So I bought your album anyway because it’s awesome.

“The Piano” is tres chilling as well.