I know, I know. I suck as a friend, blogger and overall human being.
I’ve been totally submerged (or have felt like it) since the beginning if last month. I blame work, which in large part has been wrapped up in election events. (And that’s all I’ll say given that I’m coming fresh off a dream where my boss found Expo and started commenting.)
So how did I magically free myself up to post something?
1. I took a couple days off to come back to Denver to see two friends tie the knot. (!)
2. I’m on east coast time and have been awake since 6A. In fact, I’m laying in bed this very instance, listening the the whirr of my former roommate’s hairdryer.
I’ve cautiously approached this weekend, allowing myself to get good and excited, but realistic about my feelings of coming and going. So far being here is kind of like the twilight zone; things look like I left them, and yet they’re not at all.
Without getting too introspective, I suppose we’ll see if you really can come home again. Although the fact that I just referred to Colorado as ‘home’ might be a good indicator.
At any rate, I’m happy (like a hippo) to be back and can’t wait to see you all!
Now… Anyone want to wager whether Cassie will be mad if I go crawl in bed with her?
Just launched last year, Requiem for You offers services on three levels, the most basic of which is the composition of an individually tailored requiem. The firm represents a network of composers, librettists and musicians who will write an individual requiem in advance, capturing the client’s unique personality and accommodating preferences for balance among vocal, instrumental and textual components. Styles available include baroque, classical, romantic, jazz or Broadway musical, with text in German, Latin or English. A personal laudatio is also available.
[U]pon request the company can arrange a performance of the requiem, using anything from an audio presentation of the recorded version to a live performance with orchestra and choir. Prices reportedly range from EUR 20,000 for the requiem’s composition to EUR 400,000 for the all-out live performance.
I’ve been researching premiumization lately (premium products for quick status fixes), and Requiem for You fits right in.
Which begs the morbid question: Which song will you want played at your funeral? Sure, it seems creepy, but everyone has one. And if not, you should probably think about it and tell a friend. Otherwise you might get something really awful akin to some of the traditional samples on this here web site.
The Denver Egotist was right. This is the coolest thing I’ve seen all day.
I friggin’ loved Showbiz as a kid and felt slighted when Chuck E Cheese took over. At least they kept the ice cream cake the same. Still, when I look at these jerky animatronic puppets, all I can see is the sheer terror on my little brother’s face as he saw a Showbiz/Chuck E Cheese show for the first time ever—on his third birthday. Shrieks, screams and tears galore.
Okay; no more anecdotes. Watch the Rock-afire Explosion bust out to Fergie’s London Bridge.
I’ve been thinking lately. Thinking hard, and so tirelessly that insomnia has ceased to exist for four days, and my dreams are once again the cracked out, incoherent craziness that accompanies that foreigner, that non-citizen: REM sleep.
I don’t have much to say about said thoughts; the fact that they exist is enough for now. But the Untitled Love Project turned me on today, which is due in large part (I suspect) to the kinds of conversations I’ve been having with you all lately. The project is in conjunction with ISM, and is, at its most basic, a collective contribution of broken hearts. Each contributor was asked to revisit an old relationship and express it through their medium (sketch, paint, illustration, text, etc.).
The event itself was held this past Saturday in L.A., but you can still view the pieces online. The last time I checked it looked as if they were working on organizing the pieces, but they’re all there and worth looking at. (Some of my favorites: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.)
I haven’t found, nor have I sought, any grand conclusions lately. Perhaps I’d just forgotten that we’re all inherently so very flawed. And perfection is simply an illusion.
Get excited—the new Tori Amos album (American Doll Posse) is set to drop on May 1st.
This is one album I won’t try to get a peek of before its release date. I still get immense satisfaction from the anticipation leading up to the drop, and driving to the record store myself to get it. It reminds me of being a kid I think; it stirs up all those feelings of holy a-large-string-of-words-I’m-not-supposed-to-say, this changed my life. When genuine indifference turned to passion.
It’d just be cheap to ruin it with the internet after all these years.
Get excited—the new Tori Amos album (American Doll Posse) is set to drop on May 1st.
This is one album I won’t try to get a peek of before its release date. I still get immense satisfaction from the anticipation leading up to the drop, and driving to the record store myself to get it. It reminds me of being a kid I think; it stirs up all those feelings of holy a-large-string-of-words-I’m-not-supposed-to-say, this changed my life. When genuine indifference turned to passion.
It’d just be cheap to ruin it with the internet after all these years.
One minute you’re reading up on the band you saw the other night, the next minute you’re traipsing down memory lane to find the band who sangs song about your ex-college roommate is still up and rocking.
Let me tell you that before they were Taking Sides, I went to about every damn EF-70 show between Iowa City…and…Muscatine. (Which is, um, like 50 miles) Surely if I lost any brain cells to booze and blind stupidity it was the two-plus years we were kicking it with the likes of these hooligans. I still can’t drink a Bloody Mary. Don’t get me started on the bear suit.
What a goddamn trip.
[Jams of the Day]: Taking Sides, Never Looking Back & Got The Best Of Me
One minute you’re reading up on the band you saw the other night, the next minute you’re traipsing down memory lane to find the band who sangs song about your ex-college roommate is still up and rocking.
Let me tell you that before they were Taking Sides, I went to about every damn EF-70 show between Iowa City…and…Muscatine. (Which is, um, like 50 miles) Surely if I lost any brain cells to booze and blind stupidity it was the two-plus years we were kicking it with the likes of these hooligans. I still can’t drink a Bloody Mary. Don’t get me started on the bear suit.
What a goddamn trip.
[Jams of the Day]: Taking Sides, Never Looking Back & Got The Best Of Me
