I did go through kind of a sparkly goth phase.
Friday, March 16th, 2007So apparently Cyn and I are so mysteriously in sync that we even produce dead air together. She’s posting again, though, so there goes that excuse. I’ve been busy, you know. Lots of stuff to read and write.
Yes, I’m backdating this entry. Shush.
Some time ago, Marc challenged me to produce a theme mix. He said that it didn’t HAVE to be a single artist, but that did seem to be such a major part of the whole idea that I didn’t feel like I was really fulfilling the terms if I didn’t manage it. Unfortunately, my personal collection doesn’t have that many artists that are represented so broadly, and those that are aren’t necessarily artists whose work I am actually, at the current time, still deeply into.
Thusly disclaimered, I present to you: It is [our adolescent obsession with Tori Amos] that makes us human
(Click for the full-size cover on Flickr)
- Shame: “Playboy Mommy” - You’re so like me /You seemed ashamed / Ashamed that I was / A good friend of American soldiers / I’ll say it loud here by your grave / Those angels can’t / Ever take my place / … / Don’t judge me so harsh, little girl
- Remembering: “Happy Phantom” - Or will I see you dear and wish I could come back / You found a girl that you could truly love again / Will you still call for me when she falls asleep / Or do we soon forget the things we cannot see
- Planning: “Don’t Make Me Come to Vegas” - Don’t make me come to Vegas / don’t make me pull you out of his bed / I am vigilant that it will not be / you on the menu he’s serving up for his friends / don’t make me come to Vegas / don’t make me pull him out of your head / Athena will attest / that it could be done / and it has been done / and I think that I am up to it
- Dread: “Past the Mission” - Hey they found a body / Not sure it was his but they’re using his name / And she gave him shelter / And somewhere I know she knows / Somethings only she knows
- Joking: “Glory of the 80s” - You said “I’m not afraid to die” / I said I don’t find that remotely funny / Even on this space cake high / And then when it all seemed clear / Just then you go and disappear
- Writing/Storytelling: “A Sorta Fairytale” - and I’m so sad / like a good book / I can’t put this day back / a sorta fairytale / with you / a sorta fairytale / with you
- Politics: “Yes, Anastasia” - Thought I’d been through this in 1919 / Counting the tears / Of ten thousand men / And gathered them all / But my feet are slipping / … / Thought she deserved no less than she’d give / Well happy birthday
Her blood’s on my hands / It’s kind of a shame / Cause I did like that dress / It’s funny the things that you find in the rain - Fashion: “Smells Like Teen Spirit” - Load up on drugs
and kill your friends / It’s fun to lose / And to pretend / She’s overboard / And self assured / Oh no, I know a dirty word (this one is more about the cover of the popular song and the dance mix style of the production than the lyrics themselves) - Arrogance: “Cruel” - So don’t give me respect / Don’t give me a piece of your preciousness / flaunt all she’s got in our old neighbourhood / I’m sure she’ll make a few friends / Even the rain bows down / Let us pray as you cock-cock-cock your mane / No cigarettes only peeled Havanas for you / I can be cruel / I don’t know why
- Inhumanity: “Taxi Ride” - Lydia’s dancing on the table / we’ve all been pushed too far / I guess on days like this / you know who your friends are / just another dead fag to you that’s all / just another light missing / on a long taxi ride
- History: “Jackie’s Strength” - A Bouvier till her wedding day / Shots rang out / The police came / Mama laid me out on the front lawn / And prayed for Jackie’s strength
- Theory: “Barons of Suburbia” - Barons of Suburbia take another piece of my good graces / I’m in my war you’re in yours / Do we fight for peace as they take another piece of us / But baby I would let your darkness invade me
- Timekeeping: “Virginia” - so hundreds of years go by
(the red road carved up by sharp knife) / she’s a girl out working her trade / and she loses a little each day / to ghetto pimps and presidents / who try and arouse her turquoise serpents / she can’t recall what they represent / and when you ask, she won’t know - Culture: “Muhammad My Friend” - Muhammad my friend / I’m getting very scared / Teach me how to love my brothers / Who don’t know the law / … / And Moses I know / I know you’ve seen fire / But you’ve never seen fire / Until you’ve seen Pele blow / And I’ve never seen light / But I sure have seen gold / And Gladys save the place for me / On your grapevine / Till I get my own TV Show
- Believing: “Spark” - She’s convinced she could hold back a glacier / But she couldn’t keep Baby alive / Doubting if there’s a woman in there somewhere / Here / You say you don’t want it again / And again but you don’t really mean it / You say you don’t want it / This circus we’re in / But you don’t, you don’t really mean it / You don’t really mean it / if the Divine master plan is perfection / Maybe next I’ll give Judas a try / Trusting my soul to the ice cream assassin
- Originality: “Strange Little Girl” - one day you see a strange little girl look at you / one day you see a strange little girl feeling blue / she’d run to the town one day / leaving home and the country fair / just beware / when you’re there
- Journeys: “In the Springtime of His Voodoo” - Standin’ on a corner in Winslow Arizona / And I’m quite sure I’m in the wrong song / 2 girls 65 got a piece tied up in the / Back seat / “Honey we’re Recovering Christians” / … / Every road leads back to my door / Every road I will follow / Every road leads back to my door / Got all your crosses loaded
I had to reorder a couple of the concepts to avoid putting tracks from the same albums together, and the journeys track is my own addition–I didn’t have room for the four that Marc added, but that just gives it the original touch, right?
I’d really like to see some mixes like this from Cyn, Carla, Travis, and lady pilot. Hint, hint.
In other mix news, I just made this one for my friend Laura’s 4-year-old daughter Abby, because Abby apparently really loves some of the songs on the mixes I sent to Laura for her birthday–they weren’t specifically birthday mixes, just some of my recent angry product, and apparently Abby loves nothing more than singing along to “Cheated Hearts” by the Yeah Yeah Yeah’s. Also “Not Big” by Lily Allen, Laura said.
“Uh,” I said. “Even the part about “in a couple of weeks when I’ve worked my way through your mates”?
“She can’t really make out the EXACT words,” said Laura. “She kind of… mumbles… along.”
All I could figure from these two tunes was that Abby likes songs with a lot of impassioned shouting, so I tried to build on that. The cover makes use of the lasso tool on Photoshop which I learned to use, like, last week, and is great for putting a 5-year-old version of yourself with someone who is, in fact, 20 years younger than you. The wonders of technology.
