Breakfast at Tiffany's

This is one of my favorite songs. I remember watching the video in the '90s and thinking they were cool. If you don't watch all of it, at least watch the jumping sequence that starts 40 seconds in.

Not Yet

I almost felt like listening to Christmas music this morning. Until Thanksgiving rolls around, I will abstain. I ask everyone else to do the same.

And apparently my newest poll is the lamest yet. I'm not too surprised.

Closer to Fine - The Indigo Girls

Here's to friends.

I'm trying to tell you something about my life
Maybe give me insight between black and white
And the best thing you've ever done for me
Is to help me take my life less seriously
Its only life after all
Yeah

Well darkness has a hunger that's insatiable
And lightness has a call that's hard to hear
I wrap my fear around me like a blanket
I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it
I'm crawling on your shores

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains
There's more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in a crooked line
And the less I seek my source for some definitive
(the less I seek my source)
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine

And I went to see the doctor of philosophy
With a poster of Rasputin and a beard down to his knee
He never did marry or see a b-grade movie
He graded my performance, he said he could see through me
I spent four years prostrate to the higher mind
Got my paper and I was free

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains
There's more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in a crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
(the less I seek my source)
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine

I stopped by the bar at 3 a.m.
To seek solace in a bottle or possibly a friend
And I woke up with a headache like my head against a board Twice as cloudy as I'd been the night before
And I went in seeking clarity.

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains
Yeah we go to the doctor, we go to the mountains
We look to the children, we drink from the fountains
Yeah we go to the bible, we go through the workout
We read up on revival and we stand up for the lookout
There's more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in a crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
(the less I seek my source)
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine

Disclaimer: (What's a good Emily post w/out a disclaimer?!) I believe there is Truth and an Answer. I like these lyrics in terms of the temporal life we have now.

Whole Wide World

In honor of the discussion on To Seek or Not to Seek?...

Alternative Preferences

I don't think my boss has the same musical tastes as me. Last week I was listening to The Alternate Routes when he came by and said something about it being hillbilly music. In their (and my) defense, I said that it's alternative rock. And today I was listening to Matthew Santos, who is more on the folk side of alternative, and he asked me, "Is he sick?"

Say what you will about my music preferences, I will not be deterred!

How the Day Sounds

I love this music video. First off, I love the grocery store (as long as there aren't too many other people). Secondly, the nerdy choreography is too cute. Finally, it's Greg Laswell!

Driving...driving...driving...

Wow. Two posts in one evening. But they're more complaints than anything else, so don't get too excited. We wouldn't want that.

Driving to and from South Bend a few days a week is starting to become old. I know people who drive more, but that's them, not me, and I'm only thinking about me right now. I mean, you can only listen to the same top 40 songs on the radio so many times.

It hit me this evening that maybe I should get an audio book and listen to that. It's worth a try. I'm thinking something cutesy. A year or two ago I listened to a Scott Adams (Dilbert author) book while doing this or that and found it so funny that I actually laughed out loud on occasion. Maybe I'll see what I can get of his.

Jealous

I'm officially jealous of Theresa Andersson.

Mensagem De Amor

Portuguese is the most amazing language, and Lucas Santtana's "Mensagem De Amor" might be the best song to showcase its beauty. The lyrics and the acoustic arrangement are also top-notch in my book. Following are the "raw" lyrics and a rough translation.


Mensagem De Amor

Os Livros na estante já não tem mais tanta importância
Do muito que li, do pouco que eu sei, nada me resta
A não ser, a vontade de te encontrar
O motivo eu já nem sei, nem que seja só para estar, ao seu lado,
Só pra ler, no seu rosto
Uma mensagem de Amor
Uma mensagem de Amor

A noite eu me deito, então escuto a mensagem do ar
Vagando entre os astros, nada me move nem me faz parar
A não ser, a vontade de te encontrar
O motivo eu já nem sei, nem que seja só para estar ao seu lado,
Só pra ler no seu rosto
Uma mensagem de Amor

Os Livros na estante já não tem mais tanta importância
Do muito que li, do pouco que eu sei, nada me resta
A não ser, a vontade de te encontrar
O motivo eu já nem sei, nem que seja só para estar, ao seu lado,
Só pra ler, no seu rosto
Uma mensagem de Amor
Uma mensagem de Amor

A noite eu me deito, então escuto a mensagem do ar
Vagando entre os astros, nada me move nem me faz parar
A não ser, a vontade de te encontrar
O motivo eu já nem sei, nem que seja só para estar ao seu lado,
Só pra ler no seu rosto
Uma mensagem de Amor
Uma mensagem de Amor
Uma mensagem de Amor
Uma mensagem de Amor
Uma mensagem de Amor


Message of Love

The Books on the shelf have little importance anymore
Of all that I read, there is little that I know, I have nothing
Except the will to find you
I do not know the reason yet, even if just to be by your side,
Only to get to read on your face
A message of love
A message of love

At night I lie down, then I listen to the air's message
Becoming vacant among the stars, nothing moves me or makes me stop
Except the will to find you
The reason I do not know already, even if just to be by your side,
Only to get to read on your face
A message of love

The Books on the shelf have little importance anymore
Of all that I read, there is little that I know, I have nothing
Except the will to find you
I do not know the reason yet, even if only to be by your side,
Only to get to read on your face
A message of love
A message of love

At night I lie down, then I listen to the air's message
Becoming vacant among the stars, nothing moves me or makes me stop
Except the will to find you
I do not know the reason yet, even if just to be by your side,
Only to get to read on your face A message of love
A message of love
A message of love
A message of love
A message of love

5 Dollar Footlong

I've got "5 Dollar Footlong" in my head, and you should, too...

Pigg's Coffee

After hearing "Coffee Shop" aka "Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop" on the radio recently, I found out who sings it: Landon Pigg. My immediate thought was, Poor guy. Not the best last name. But I'm sure he's used to it by now.

"Coffee Shop" sounded familiar. And then I remembered a jewelry commercial from Christmastime. It was one of the few that I didn't mind and actually thought was sweet.

I like his sound, but I've got the feeling that if I listen to it enough, it'll get on my nerves.

Weekend in Review

Friday night I found myself perusing the shelves at Blockbuster. After looking for non-cookie cutter movies, I walked out with two:

Lars and the Real Girl tells the story of a twenty-something guy who wants a relationship but is too scared of a real one. His solution? Get a life-size doll online and dote on her as if she was real. His sincerity is endearing, but what also stands out is how his family and small town embrace him and his "girlfriend." The care and patience they modeled is uplifting and moving.

I followed this up with Once: a musical set in Ireland which captures the friendship between a guy and a girl. I knew it was a movie and not a documentary, but it felt real. The flow of it and the earnest lyrics gave me the feeling that I was peering into the lives of these characters that meet, share their lives and their music, and then part ways. The sense of community that the music created is what sticks with me.

Pouring Down Jazz

Jazz is one of the musical genres I sometimes listen to at work. But when it's pouring down rain, which it was for a short while this afternoon, I immediately crave it. Specifically John Coltrane. And in particular, "My Favorite Things." Funny the things our minds associate with other things.

What's that Tune?

Earlier this morning I found myself humming a tune, so I stopped to figure out what it was. I soon realized that I was humming my boss's cell phone ringer.

Bleeding Love

I listen to the radio on the way to and from South Bend Tuesday nights. Last night I heard a song that, at first, confused me. Then I was just plain disgusted and horrified. I think the lyrics are meant to be sweet, but I find them disturbing. Here's an excerpt:

Bleeding Love (Leona Lewis)

But I don't care what they say
I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open

If the style of the song was hard rock, I don't think I'd care. These lyrics could be considered tame. But Leona's voice is similar to Celine Dion's and the style is reminiscent of a 1980's Whitney Houston dance track. I could just be overreacting. What do you think?

Duh!

My new musical discovery: movie scores! Duh! They're moving, entertaining, and yet not too distracting. Perfect!

Internet Radio

I'm adding variety to the music I listen to at work so I don't go crazy from jazz overload. I've been listening to a bit of classical guitar and baroque recently, and today I started with a relaxing music channel. I am blessed to listen to songs like "Emerald Forest," "Springtime Wholeness," and "Zen Peace." Oh, yeah. Next time you see me, I'll have an expression of complete and utter serenity on my face. And maybe I'll be hovering over the ground an inch or two.

Forever My Friend

Okay, I really wanted to post a video, but either the site is having difficulties or I am, so... If you want to hear an amazing song by Ray LaMontagne (one of my new favorite artists), click here.

Bellwether at the Brewha

Friday evening I'll be at the Brewha in Columbia City seeing my favorite local band: Bellwether. (It will sort of be half of them, but it'll still be good.) The lyrics pull you in, and their sound is quite nice. For a sampling of their music, I'd recommend stopping by their myspace and/or Eric's myspace.

Saturday Morning

Listening to jazz, sipping coffee, and soaking in the sunshine...