Monday, March 28, 2005
 

I Should Update

Today was a horrid day from start to finish. I'll cut the whining, though, and move on.

I've had the "I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag" stuck in my head for a few days (aided by repeated playings on the Nomad). I googled it to find the lyrics, since it might fall a bit on the obscure side, and was surprised to find how many anti-Iraq-war articles / observations / etc. quoted it (so maybe it's not that obscure after all). If you haven't heard it, I suggest an *ahem* completely legal download. It's not quite the same until you hear it.

While I'm on the subject, such as it is: Why has the absolutely classic, wonderful, pithy John Prine song "Your Flag Decal Won't Get You into Heaven Anymore" (another one that you absolutely must download). Or, better yet, buy a CD. He's great. The lyrics in that link are slightly off, by the way. It's "gum." I can't give a direct link to the lyrics, but you can find the bona fide correct ones at the John Prine Shrine lyrics section.

More on music: First of all, go to this homepage and watch some videos. Cooool. I hadn't seen any of them. I was disappointed in the video for "The Mercy Seat" (lyrics), but I'm not sure any video could do the song justice. But watch the video for the song (it's the one I listened to obsessively for a month + ). Anyway, point here is that my mother had heard that one while riding in the car with me (when one is listening to a song five or ten times day, the odds of others hearing the song in question to tend to increase) and expressed a Sincere Dislike for it. However, when taking my car into the shop this morning (while I got dressed and ready to go to pdoc appt; it's all very complicated), she was arrested by the first lines of "Nobody's Baby Now" and actually listened to it (you can too, by, once again, returning to the Nick Cave site and bringing up the video. I'm not crazy about the videos, but the music . . .

Anyway, my point is that there may be hope for my mother, James Taylor fan, yet. I mean, for crying out loud: "You've Got a Friend"?

[as I listen to this music, my brother leans into the hallway and yells, "Turn that music down, hippie!" I get that a lot. Oh, and he also waved the baseball bat he keeps at his computer (why?) at me. I don't think he's up for giving peace (or unfamiliar music) a chance.

Since my car (Simone, for those of you who haven't been formally introduced) is in the shop getting that pesky banged-in bumper tended to (in truth, I barely notice it anymore), I drove my mom's car to work. Experimentally, I turned on her CD player, and it was indeed none other than Sweet Baby James. A rapid switch to NPR helped clear my mind.

In the meantime, I continue my fanatical music listening.

Of course, the biggest newsflash is that spring is coming and it's time to break out the shoes, the dresses, the skirts, etc, etc. Oh, and partake of the new season's offerings, of course. The joy! Now that I have access to a digital camera, I really ought to get around to posting a photo library of my shoes. I'd love to share the 4-inch pointy toe stilettos I wore to work today with the rest of the world.

And yes, I'm aware I'm ruining my hips ankles knees pelvis back calf muscles etc etc etc by persistently wearing high heels for long distances and long periods of time. You can have my heels when you pry them off my cold dead feet.

And there are a number of library patrons who deserve to have said stiletto heel smashed as far into their respective eyes as it will go. As I said, bad day at work.

On that violent note, I conclude.

Elvisette philosophized at 11:29 PM