Monday, March 31, 2008

Delusional Fans

I don't even know where to start with this one but I just saw something on a message board that compelled me to blog and all that came to me was the title.

I guess let me start with posing a question to our many, many thousands of readers that are all going to leap at answering through comments. Anyways, have you ever been so into something or someone that you really kinda lose your way? You stop thinking rationally and tend to not see things as you might if you were on the outside? I'm not talking your normal, "Hey I gotta defend that cause I really like it" type of response...I'm talking someone is in some sort of downward spiral and you can totally not see it cause you're just so into them type stuff.

I can't say I've ever been there...ever. Or at least, I totally and completely hope that I have never been there. I was (and I'm sure deep down still am) the biggest teeny bopper there was growing up. I'm talking, I was in love with Menudo (yeah, I said it) for like 2 years and then went onto a run of being into New Kids on the Block (did you hear those mofos are coming back?! Teehee! See, still a teenie!) that lasted far longer than it really should have. I was into them well into the whole "Face the Music" days when quite a bit of the other fans had fallen off. Then, in adult life, I went on to be a fan of Nsync...which lead to some of the most fun times in my life thus far and meeting some of the greatest people on the planet.

All that said, even though I was a fan of some of the most trivial and no so much the greatest talented artists around I still had my wits about me. Though, don't get it twisted, Nsync was an exception to that there statement (and no, I'm not talking JUST Justin). Strip down the pyro and shiny things and choreographies and there was substance there. Delusional? You make the call (around 3:30 it gets real interesting).

The type of person I'm talking about is the one who thinks they personally know someone based on interviews they've seen or footage they've watched of behind the scenes or articles they've read. These are the people who, a years ago, when Britney was showing her girl parts to all the world and shaving her head, still thought she was "Just letting loose and needed to get out! She's starting anew!" and wasn't on her way to some sort of meltdown that signs had been showing for a long time. Those people who think that an artist can do no wrong or are somehow super-human.

Now, I don't know about you, but there is actually something sort of appealing in knowing that someone I am digging IS actually human. I don't get shocked when I hear that the singer-songwriter I'm into is a Manwhore. Hell, if he's single and has no kids or anything pinning him down and as long as he's being safe, more power to him. I don't lose my mind cause I hear a singer I like is mean to happens. That's not to say that there aren't little nuggets of info that I sometimes get on someone that makes me go "Hmmm" but I can't say I'm completely shocked.

Maybe something's come with age or hell, even the Internet/Gossip Columns enjoying showing all the normalcies of people, but I can't say that there's currently anyone that I am completely delusional about. A friend and I were discussing some celebrities we're digging and she said there's this one that she doesn't think she ever really wants to meet for fear it'll tarnish the image she has for him in her head. And that got me there anyone I'd be like that over now? And I can't really think of anyone...maybe I've heard enough crap about the ones that I am into that it really doesn't make a difference, and I can't figure out if that's good or bad. Maybe having a little bit of that delusional fan in us is what we need as some escapism and if that's true, why are people on an endless feeding frenzy to find the things that are wrong or flaws in celebrities and others?

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Man, she beat me to it!

We've been pretty bad about blogging lately and I still don't even have much of anything to say right now and I log on and BOOM! Maggie beat me to it!

So, here's what I got. Gavin Degraw's new video. I don't really know how I feel about it. I'm kinda indifferent just cause it's pretty obvious that for most of the "story" part of the video that it's not actually Gavin. That and I saw them shooting it on ET or something and it was green screen on his one little scene with her. To his credit, though, he was really sick at the time. He canceled the show that was the next day and then another that was like 2 days after that. And if you know anything about musicians, you know they don't like canceling shows without a pretty big reason. Man, I'm sounding like a Gavin stalker right about now what with all the details of knowing when he got sick and stuff. *Sigh*, really, I'm not. Trust me.

Anyways, here's the video!

sometimes i'm like a 12 year old.

First and foremost, I swear that the Matt Nathanson blogstravaganza is coming. Probably this weekend once this crazy week at work is over. In the meantime, I got bored, so I took some pictures around my room. I want to note my cat Brooklyn's interest in this whole project. As I contorted myself to take pictures of my dvd shelf, she felt it too stressful and stretched out for a nap in the sun just in front of my shelf, not moving no matter how many times flashes went off in her face, or how many times I gently nudged her out of the way. Errr, also note my gang of stuffed animals. The Target dogs are self explanatory and the Care Bears are gifts. Swear to God.

The inspiration for this entire thing is that fact that whenever I have a boy in my bedroom (I promise this isn't going to get dirty), they always glance at my dvd shelf almost sympathetically and start to search for something that might redeem the entire situation. "I have a lot of bad, girly movies." I warn. And oh, they're always so diplomatic. "No! Uh...there are some guy movies in here." There aren't, really. The Fast and the Furious flicks, a multi disk documentary on the mafia, and 300 are all I've got in the way of dude movies, I'm aware. So I thought I'd post photographic evidence so you can have the same experience that any man who walks into my room gets to live.

Onward, children:

My dvd collection cracks me up, and I own it. Its a funny thing because I don't really buy dvds that often, but when I do, I'm super excited about it. As a result, my dvd collection is incredibly random and impressively girly. All of the great chick flicks are in here. The Notebook, The Devil Wears Prada, Mean Girls, A Walk To Remember, Center Stage, Moulin Rouge, they're all there and all watched often.

There are also the embarrassing ones. I own Glitter, Crossroads, On The Line, etc. If you are a pop star and you were in a terrible movie, chances are I bought the dvd. I'm not exactly proud of it, but what can I say? I love terrible movies. I could charge admission to terrible movie marathons in my bedroom.....that's actually a great idea.

To continue the pop star theme, if you're a pop star who has ever put out a concert dvd, I probably bought that too. You've got your Justin Timberlake, your NSYNC, Mariah, Christina, Britney, Mayer, and a hilarious documentary called Riding In Vans With Boys that chronicles the tour of a band called Kut U Up that once opened for Blink 182. I bought this dvd as a gift for my bff during her blink 182 fan days and laughed so hard watching it that I needed a copy for myself. Loved it.

I think that by looking at the pictures, its fairly plain to see that the real root of my dvd situation is the fact that I buy way too many damn box sets. Buffy and Angel were a given. Those shows defined my adolescent years (not because I was a vampire or a vampire slayer, but because of all the hilarity and dramatics.) Entourage (best show on cable), Grey's Anatomy, Aquateen Hungerforce, Girls Next Door, The Hills, Laguna Beach (Ste-PHEN!!!), and Gilmore Girls, which was how my mother and I bonded every Tuesday night while I was in high school. Dawson's Creek is going to be my next undertaking and really, who knows what from there. The sad thing is, several of these box sets have never even been watched. Several hundred dollars in dvds just sitting there collecting dust!

Oh but another fun feature is the top shelf up there. See the multiple tiaras? We have coworkers to thank for those, who started referring to me as princess early on, and now 4 years later when I'm at work I sometimes forget that I have a name. The princess pig piggybank is another coworker gift. That little smidgen of red white and blue amidst just some of my billions of vanilla candles is a snow globe that belongs to my mother. It has AMERICA spelled out in little letters in it. I have it because my best friend was looking at it one day and goes "Why does your mom have a snow globe that says Africa in red white and blue in it?" I upon closer inspection, it really does look like it says Africa. I had to steal it, and I've had it ever since.

Again, lets all pray I get to the Nathanson blog this weekend. It'll be a hell of a lot more entertaining than this, I swear.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008


Mornings make me extremely introspective. I'm not sure why, but if I were to venture a guess, I'd say it has to do with the fact that its truly the only part of my day that I'm really alone. Any other part of the day is filled with the incessant chatter of coworkers, the click of keys as I IM, or the obnoxiously loud sounds my phone makes when someone calls or texts. Not that I mind. I love being the center of attention and generally crave interaction with other people. Which is why I have such a hard time letting it go.

I live in a college town, which is both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, I'm never at a shortage for new interesting people to color my world. On the other hand, eventually they all leave, and I get to be the girl who stayed too long at the party and is just kind of stumbling around with her drink, looking for someone to pick her up and take her home.

I feel like I'm always saying goodbye to someone, and this week is no exception. I get too attached too fast, even though every logical cell in my brain tells me very clearly, "Back off, you moron. We've done this before. It's never fun for you and it always ends with you crying yourself to sleep, listening to some sappy boy sing a weepy guitar ballad." It never really matters, my heart always wins over logic.

I know better.

Since I was five years old I've been shown over and over again that the men in my life will do nothing but destroy my world, break my heart, and not look back when they go. But I refuse to be one of those jaded, cynical girls who can't let anyone in because there's just too much damage for someone to repair. So it ends up with me being completely the opposite and inviting people in to completely wreck me and take pieces with them when they go.

It's all become routine to me. Somewhat of a joke to the people who see it coming a mile away. There is also a list of excuses and explanations that come up every time as well. Maggie, you've just got daddy issues. Maggie, you knew he was going to leave. Maggie, you're just way too intimidating. Maggie, you know there's nothing good that can come with getting involved with a musician. At this point I can only joke about it and try to break the cycle.

The latest in this parade of heartache is different than the others in the sense that he gets the satisfaction of a very firm "I told you so. I told you not to get attached to me. I warned you, and I tried to fight you off and eventually you won and I had to stop. I hate that I'm just another one falling into line with your abandonment issues." He's not saying these things in a smug, self serving way, but in a sad, sympathetic way. He's surprisingly maybe the first one to make me think about how hard this can be from the other side of it. It can't always be easy being the one doing the leaving either. The last time I did this it was different. All fights and dramatics, tears and unfinished business. The last one went out with a scream, this one is going out with a whimper.

In like a lion, out like a sacrificial lamb.

Thanks, Dancin' David Gregory!

I don't think I will ever be able to hear Mary J' "Just Fine" without always being reminded of this little ditty. I swear, months later, all I see in my head when this song comes on is this:

Sunday, March 16, 2008

I Hate Lists But

...I'm gonna follow Maggie's lead here and get on the bandwagon of a playlist. First, know this about me....I cannot make a small playlist. It's like impossible. Back in the good ole days of burning CDs of songs? I had such a hard time coming up with cutting down the songs I wanted on a CD that I would usually end up burning more than one. And in the even better days of making mixtapes? Yeah, I was the girl that always used both sides A and B. All I can say is, thank goodness for the iPod cause whew, the playlist possibilities are endless!

That said, I've been reflecting a lot lately on good old R&B music. It was the first music my ears heard and the same music I love to this day (yeah, I'll certainly have something to say to Maggie's forthcoming Pop music post cause I'm a sucker for that, for sure). There's this priceless picture of me and my dad when I was like 1 year old and we're sitting on the floor listening to records and he's got those big ass 70s headphones on my little baby ears. Man, I gotta find that picture! I digress, anyways, the kids nowadays seem to be lacking any real knowledge of what good R&B used to be and that saddens me. So with that said, here's a little taste of some great classic R&B songs that I think everyone should know (the originals and not the samples or remakes or American Idol-ed Up or whatever).

DISCLAIMER: Again, my hatred of lists begs me to let you know that this is by no means my definitive list of the most amazing R&B songs ever. I will undoubtedly, as soon I get done posting this, come up with more.

1. The Manhattans, "Shining Star" - A complete sentimental favorite. One of my dad's most favorite songs. I remember when he had the 45 of this and played it over and over and over.

2. Betty Wright, "Clean Up Woman" - My sister and I used to have to hear this every single Saturday morning we were actually cleaning. We had no idea what it was really about cause all we ever heard was the clean up woman line.

3. Earth, Wind, & Fire, "September" - EWF had one of the first concert specials I ever remember seeing on TV. My sister, friends and I would all re-enact it because we saw it so many times, complete with "costumes" of bathrobes. One of my all time favorite EWF songs.

4. Kool & The Gang, "Get Down On It" - I love the groove of this song, plus when I was little I had a crush on JT Taylor. Man, they had so many good songs...check out "Jungle Boogie" and "Ladies Night", too. I need not tell you about that one that is played at every single celebratory event in existence.

5. Aretha Franklin, "Ain't No Way" - Cause everyone needs Aretha Franklin music in their life. And that means songs other than "Respect". I love her vocals on this one.

6. McFadden & Whitehead, "Ain't No Stopping Us Now" - Originators in establishing some of the best R&B around helping establish the great "Sounds of Philadelphia" that still ring true and leave impressions all over to that city even today. I LOVE the lyrics to this, too.

7. Sam Cooke, "A Change is Gonna Come" - Talk about legendary. Though his life was cut short, this man had such an impact on so many people. His voice is so smooth. This song's been redone lots of times, but none are as amazing as it's original. And yes, I adore Gavin's version so that's saying a lot. :)

8. Gladys Knight & The Pips, "If I Were Your Woman" - I don't think some people (read: kids today) give Gladys the credit she should have for her vocals cause this woman can blow...even now.

9. Donny Hathaway, "A Song For You" - Speaking of being able to blow? Yeah, that's Donny. And leaving an impact long after they're gone? Donny, again. Another classic American Idol covered song but none come close to this. This version here? A live one that's amazing.

10. Al Green, "Let's Stay Together" - Oh, Al. Need I say anything? This is a great spontaneous sing along song, too. I know I've been in a bar before and this comes on and people just gotta love one another and sing along.

11. Teddy Pendergrass, "Turn Off The Lights" - Gotta have some Teddy in your life, too. This man's voice is so commanding. And well, there's something to be said for his directness in this one.

12. Minnie Riperton, "Memory Lane" - Cause Minnie should be known for more than her high pitched notes in "Loving You" and being Maya Rudolph's mom.

13. Marvin Gaye, "What's Going On" - Another classic song that has lyrics that still reign as true today as they did when it was written delivered perfectly by Marvin.

14. Otis Redding, "Try A Little Tenderness" - This is such a fun song...Otis opening singing his behind off with just a piano/organ with some horns before it really kicks in. And who can forget Ducky's version of this in "Pretty in Pink"?!

15. Millie Jackson, "If Loving You is Wrong" - Just a great, great song. Strong and sultry.

16. The O'Jays, "I Love Music"- Cause well, I do. And my mom loved the O'Jays and would play stuff like this out. Another Saturday morning cleaning session favorite.

17. Jackson 5, "Who's Lovin You" - Cause listening to little Michael Jackson wail like this never ever gets old.

18. The Commodores, "Lady (You Bring Me Up)" - This is just a fun song for me. I was planning on using "Brickhouse" but I heard this today and remembered how much I love it, especially the "la la la" breakdown.

19. The Sylistics, "You Are Everything" - Before there was Robin Thicke or Justin Timberlake or hell, Jordan Knight, there was The Stylistics with the distinguishing falsetto vocals. This is such a beautiful song...melodically, lyrically, vocally. Love it.

10. Stevie Wonder, "Never Dreamed You'd Leave in Summer" - I don't know what it is about this song that echos with me but it's by far one of my favoritest Stevie songs. A nice little nugget hidden in his infinite list of hits.

There, all done. Enjoy!

Saturday, March 15, 2008

oh dear.

To go along with Nikki's blog, I present to you my current ringtone of choice.

Don't judge me. I like bad pop music. So much in fact that the next blog entry will be a list of ten or so of my guilty pleasure pop songs. Don't get me wrong, I love the guitar boys, but sometimes I just need a little Danity Kane or Britney Spears to sing along with and throw off some stress. We all have our vices, and one of mine just so happens to include over produced music from people with minimal amounts of talent. It doesn't make me a bad person....does it?

What's Your Ringtone?

For a long time I had a Tmobile Sidekick and although a pretty handy device when the SK3 wasn't falling apart, it made for very boring times by way of the ringtones. Tmobile held a monopoly on it and if you wanted custom ringtones, you had to buy them from them. Now that I've got my handy dandy snazzy Tmobile Dash, I have the ability to create ringtones or download them and all that fun stuff, which was such a novel idea to me for a while.

When I first got the phone, I got all crazy with the ringtones making sure all my friends that I talk to on the regular have ringtones that remind me of them, which is great fun. And I even use that "I Don't Wanna Work, I just wanna bang on the drum all day" song. Fun times!

But for my general calls, I just got a new once cause the song's just so cutesy it's hard not to have a little bit of love for it. Damn, it's grown on me!

Thursday, March 13, 2008

The Countdown is On

For Maggie! I can't wait to hear about how the show is. I love that you're so excited for it!

Matt Nathanson's new video for "Come On Get Higher". He's officially my Indie Artist Idol. Yahoo?! Wow.

a bunch of artists you may or may not have heard of.

So this morning I woke up with two thoughts in my head. 1) I really wish that a perfect cup of coffee could just appear on my nightstand when I open my eyes. 2) I really should blog about some of the musicians that I love. Well, my coffee is in hand, so its time to move on to thought number two! So I give you, in no particular order, a completely random list of musicians that I'm either currently or have been addicted to.

1. Matt Nathanson - Matt is one of those artists that I just want to see win. He's got amazing music and works his ass off to get it heard. He's hilarious and has talent to burn, for sure. I'm holding off on gushing here, because I'm finally seeing him live next week and I'm sure I'll be at no shortage of blogs about him then. So for now, I just recommend All We Are, and Come On Get Higher, but there is NO shortage of amazing songs from him.

2. Matt Morris - I ended up seeing him live by accident a few years back. He was the impromptu opener at a Justin Timberlake club show, and I completely fell in love. Make no mistake, he's hardly a pop star mousekeeter, and his voice is nothing short of amazing. He's a little more subdued recorded, but his live vocals blew me away. Check out Let Me and You Were Mine for now, look for new music soon, and in the meantime, follow him (and me, and Nikki) via Twitter.

3. Jason Mraz - I'm hip to the fact that Mraz is not everyones cup of tea. He's a little earthy, a little hippie, and a little random lyrically. However, he's another one of those undercover talents who has a voice that just does not quit, and hidden gems pepper his albums and live sets like you wouldn't believe. He's also got a new album out soon. We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things drops May 20th! In the meantime, check out the demo version of I'm Yours, the acoustic version of Please Don't Tell Her, or check out his Youtube account for other great acoustic performances and random road blogs that will make you laugh and wish you were on vacation.

4. Nellie Mckay - Jazzy, quirky, and irreverent. When her first album, Get Away From Me was released, Nellie was compared to a female Eminem and not without reason. Her throwback voice and Broadway singalong beats are contrastingly matched with snarky lyrics and clever wordplay. She's the real deal, and three albums in is finally finding some mainstream love via prime time TV. Check out I Wanna Get Married, and The Dog Song for sure.

5. Sara Bareilles - I'm know what you're going to say, and I'm right there with you. If I have to hear Love Song one more time I'm going to pull my ears off and beat someone with them too. But I can't not put her on the list, because her album was easily one of my favorites to have been released in the past few years. Her voice is flawless and her lyrics are divine. Check out Gravity, City, and Between The Lines for the story of my love life these days.

6. Lucy Woodward - Her debut album While You Can, is easily in my top ten cds of all times. I consider any cd that I don't have to skip tracks on a feat to be admired, and Lucy delivered flawlessly. Check out Standing, and Is This Hollywood (the song that inspired half of a novel that I started writing and will finish one day, I swear.) She checked in on the tail end of the pop princess boom, but still has a lot to say.

7. Butch Walker - Any mainstream radio listener has heard Butch Walker's work and more than likely has no idea. He's produced and written for the likes of Kelly Clarkson, Pink, Simple Plan, and Avril Lavigne. However, he's also had an impressive career on his own, from his days with the Marvelous 3, to his solo efforts, to his recent jaunts as Butch Walker and the Lets Go Out Tonites. Do yourself a favor and track down his This Is Me Justified and Stripped recording, or his new live release Leavin' The Game On Luckie street. You will not be disappointed. Butch pours his heart out live, and has lyrics that will tear your heart out, stomp on it, and not bother to apologize. Check out Sober, Joan, Don't Move, or just pick a random track. They're all equally amazing.

8. Gavin Degraw - I'll save the gushing for Nikki (she's all about it these days!) But I will say this; so much more than what you may have heard on the radio. Gavin has a soulful voice that is hardly represented by the song that all but launched his career. Get your hands on the stripped version of his first album, Chariot. Also, check out Belief, We Belong Together, his cover of A Song For You, and buy the new album May 6th.

9. Ari Hest - You've gotta give Ari Hest props for the way that he's embracing the digital age of music. Check out 52. 52 songs in 52 weeks in 2008! That aside, check out my favorite song, Strangers Again, and his cover of the Leonard Cohen classic Hallelujah, which from the first moment I heard it quickly became the definitive version for me.

10. Anna Nalick - We're 2 weeks out from Anna's second album, Shine, and I'm still not tired of her first offering. Lush and gorgeous instrumentation compliment her sweet and dreamy vocals. You may have heard Breathe (2am) on your radio a couple of years back, but as with many of the artists I fall in love with, you have to venture past the first single to find the depth in the album. Check out Satellite, Shine, and Wreck of the Day for more.

The fact of the matter is, I could pimp my favorite artists all day. Honorable mentions include:

A Fine Frenzy, Mutemath, Sam Phillips (I cannot stop listening to Reflecting Light right now.), Adele, Aqualung, Ben's Brother, Bittersweet, The Bird and the Bee, She and Him, Cold War Kids, David Gray, Death Cab for Cutie, Howie Day, Vaughan Penn, Inara George, Ingrid Michaelson, Jon Mclaughlin, Rasputina, John Mayer (he'll get his own blog entry someday, and we all know it), Lisa Loeb (she'll also get her own blog entry, I'm sure),and Kasey Chambers.

I Need To Get Out More

I'm sitting here perusing Myspace and my sister just uploaded a bunch of pics to her page and it really makes me start to think, "Man, I should get out more." Seems like she's out every weekend with her girls having fun and she's documenting every part of the way of it, while I'm around watching her daughter or hanging with my mom. Now, I know it's all a matter of choice and that no one is telling me I have to stay in or anything of the sort.

A little over a year ago, I was going up to NYC just about at least once a week. And though it was pretty grueling doing that and trying to maintain my day job, in retrospect it was so much. I miss the people I used to see and the places I used to go. The excuse to get dolled up and wear my pretty shoes. But now, those moments are few and far between. Like now, I'm counting the days for March 28th to come cause I'm going to a show over in Philly for an artist that I love and can't wait to see and talk to. After that? Um, err...the Kanye West Concert on May 17th?

I think what it comes down to is that I have some pretty amazing friends, but for the most part they're in a bunch of other states scattered around the country. I can go a couple of weeks without seeing a friend, but I talk to them on the daily in some way shape or form. So, riddle me does a grown ass woman make new friends that are in her area when she works from home and really only goes to the gym? That's a question I've been asking myself. I've kinda befriended some of the girls at the gym but not enough to take it to the point where we're hanging outside of the gym yet.

I was thinking of heading up to NYC tomorrow night, actually, for a show for an artist that my friend works with....just an excuse to get up there again. Man, I miss that city. I go about once a month now and it's just not enough. I knew I loved that place before I ever even went a lot and it's got a hold on me that I'm not gonna ever let go of. Maybe one day, I'll call that place home...never know.

*Sigh* And now, I ramble in different directions. Maybe I should just go to bed. This is what happens when you're completely nocturnal and looking for things to busy you so you stay up.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008


I'm sitting here at 2am waiting for a DVD to burn that I promised to someone who will go unnamed but just so happens to be my blogmate and got to thinking about something we talked about last night because I got a reminder from good ole radio on these here Internets. I really, really don't get the whole Leona Lewis thing. If you don't know who she is, she won Pop Idol over in the UK and is often labeled "The Next Mariah Carey" and if I were Mariah I'd be mad...first of all because Mariah is still very relevant to the music scene and second of all, this girl is nothing like Mariah. Sad part is, Leona's not by any means talentless, which should be a welcomed change to some of the shitty crap out there nowadays but I guess what I have the biggest problem with is that she's being label the second coming of something and she's just not that amazing.

I'm not generally an anti-establishment kinda girl but one thing you'll catch me fighting is when MTV Jams tells me something is the "Jam of the Week" or VH1 tells me I "Oughta Know" about some song. No, VH1, I don't need to know because you say so. I don't know what it is but I basically resist when I'm being told by some mass media outlet that I need to like something. And sure, it's stubborn and stupid because there's a chance I'm missing out on something good but chances are, if it's that good, I'll eventually come around to it anyway. It took me like 6 months to even listen to James Morrison's CD cause VH1 told me I had to. They also shoved Alicia Keys down my throat initially and I owned her CD for like a year without even taking it out of the wrapper. Hell, I didn't have to cause either my sister was rocking her music every chance she got or she was on the radio. It finally took me seeing her live to understand her appeal and even then I resigned myself to the opinion that she's by far a better live performer than she is a recorded one. And for the record, I still think "Fallen" is insanely elementary and don't understand why it was as big as it was in breaking her.

Now that I've likely offended a bunch of people with that Alicia thing, I'm gonna take it a step further. More overrated things I don't get? The Beatles...don't get me wrong, I am in some ways a fan cause I can appreciate what they did and their impact on pop culture and all but I don't get the whole idea that they're the most fabulous songwriters that ever existed, like some people claim. I get the John Lennon "Imagine" stuff...totally get that. But the "Life Goes On" lyrical genius? I don't get. It's not horrible and I understand it's cute package of a message of love and hope and all, but I don't get the mastery that is considered The Beatles. Maybe I just don't know enough about their entire catalog and if someone feels the need to hip me to it, I'd be willing to take the lesson. Add Led Zepplin and Pink Floyd to that list, too. I realize that saying that could get me shot in certain circles but I gotta say it. Again, someone school me and I'll change my opinion but as it stands, I don't get it.

Anyways, who saw Madonna get inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame by all this pretty?

And the bigger question is, exactly at what point did I switch from hating the earth that this boy walked on to thinking he was just so very attractive? I don't think I'll ever know.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Back to black.

Allow me to go all emo kid for a moment here.

I'd like to think that now that I'm beginning to breach my late 20s. (Seriously, every time I think about that I die a little on the inside.) I'd like to believe that I've left behind the bad habits that I'd formed as a child/teenager. The truth is, as I'm beginning to realize more and more everyday, that nothing could be further from the truth.

Waaaaay back in high school I discovered that I had a reputation of being somewhat of a yes girl. I'd do anything for anyone that asked. It was half out of a need to be liked by everyone, and half out of the fact that I was just that damn nice. Some of my very best friends in the world made it their mission to make sure that I didn't leave that city as nothing less than an assertive girl who would stand up for herself, and they accomplished that task nicely. I spent the next several years as the kind of girl who wouldn't take any shit from anyone, and who always got what she wanted.

I'm beginning to realize that in the past few months, I'm reverting to the behavior that I hated about myself before. Elevated levels of stress tend to lead to me being quiet and agreeable, because I'm too caught up in my own thoughts to add any more conflict to the mix over anything to allowing myself to be called into work on days I'd much rather spend in bed, to allowing men who make me feel terrible about myself continue to do so. Its a slippery, dangerous slope for me and I hate that I'm allowing it to go on like this. The problem is that there's so much going on in my life right now and I'm really not quite sure where to begin to fix it.


...This is turning into a very depressing entry,'s a picture of a unicorn and a rainbow. Wheee!

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Good morning!

Although its incredibly bad timing, since I'm actually headed to bed, but whatever. You blog when the feeling strikes, thats sort of the point. I'm sort of infamous for my playlists. I have morning playlists, bedtime playlists, going out playlists, staying in playlists, sexy playlists, etc. At some point, they'll probably all end up here. But for now I offer a small sampling of the songs that are in heavy rotation for me between 6 and 8 am on any given day while I'm getting ready for work.

1. Life is Wonderful - Jason Mraz - It starts out slow and builds and builds. For some reason, from the first time I heard this song, it reminded me of quiet mornings.

2. Dancing With Myself - Nouvelle Vague - This version is so damn bubbly and perky, that you can't help but bop along with it. Its so much fun!

3. Brighter Than Sunshine - Aqualung - This song also reminds me of mornings. Bright, happy, you have to squint because the sun is reflecting off of snow and/or the pavement. It makes me smile.

4. Juicy - Better Than Ezra - I've got to be completely up front about my lame ass TV habits and admit that I first heard this song on an episode of Laguna Beach. You know, the one where Trey organized the Fight the Slide fashion show, and Jason totally kissed Jessica right in front of LC, and Dieter was so sweet about the whole thing, and oh yeah, Heidi was there with her original nose and boobs? Man, that was an awesome swear, I'm a cool person.

5. The Queen and I - Although this song reminds me of a Tony Hawk game (I think I heard it on a loop for like, twelve hours once while trying to perfect the kick flip ollie double rail slide grind backflip or whatever), I still love to rock out to it.

6. Stronger - Kanye West - Still just as obsessed with this as I was the first time I heard it.

7. Ruby - Kaiser Chiefs - I defy anyone to listen to this song and not want to yell RUBY RUBY RUBY RUBY at the top of your lungs as LEAST five times a day.

8. The City is at War - Cobra Starship - This always seems to come on when I'm putting on my eyeliner. Which makes me think of guyliner. And how one of my friends has a man crush on Pete Wentz.... I swear he's a cool person too, though.

9. Cold Hard Bitch - Jet - Because I like to think I am one. So not true.

10. If You Want Blood (Youv'e Got It) - AC/DC - Ah yes, Maggie shows some depth in her musical eras. But the last two songs are about as far as I go. This song is ALL about the awesome moment in Empire Records where Joe is locked in his office on drums, and Lucas, AJ and Warren are rocking out on the stairs, and Cory and Gina can't help but sing along from the registers. Its a great moment, and it made me LOVE this song.

11. Don't Stop Believing - Journey - I love this song drunk, I love this song sober, I love this song at five in the morning when I'm stuck at work, I love it when I'm digging around, trying to find the backs of my earrings. If I could put it on every playlist I ever made, I would.

So there you have it. Its incomplete, and incredibly random ... just like me! I'm sure there will be tons more of these to come. Again, I'm obsessed with the playlist parts of life.

Maybe She's Right

So, just a little backstory on why this blog is called what it is. I don't know how it popped in my head to even start it. I had some random thoughts going on that just seemed to be like blogging thoughts a couple of nights ago, random and odd, but true and I brought it up to Maggie...and from there it went. The title came from us just not knowing at all what to call it. I mentioned how we both like music/musicians and Maggie says "What else can we say other than I'm addicted and you're obsessive" and it was just funny and great and we ran with it.

Fast forward to tonight where I have some sort of "AH HA!" moment in that I figure out maybe Maggie's right about that obsessive thing in me. No doubt she would be (jokingly or not) cause she does know me well, but anyways....

In December, I was at a concert and this girl in the crowd had on the hottest shoes I've seen in a long time. I'm newly a shoe girl for some reason. It's really funny considering the shoes I often fall in love with are insane heels and I rarely go out to places that I'd have a need to wear them to. Doesn't matter...I still love them, I still buy them. The friend I was with at the concert mentions that she thinks they're Steve Maddens. When I got home, I checked and sure enough she was right. Found them and their name and places to buy them they are, FYI:

Here we are, three months after I first see these shoes and I still don't own them. But you know what? There isn't a week that goes by that my cheap ass doesn't go looking for them somewhere online to see if they are on clearance or sale. And it's getting worse now cause I know they're likely on their way off to shoe heaven cause all the new styles for Spring/Summer are on their way in. But I still want to get them for cheaper than I'm finding. I suck cause I totally know I'm going to be checking almost on the daily for these suckers. And when will I wear them? Well, that's just irrelevant now, isn't it?

Friday, March 7, 2008

Inside the Actor's Studio. Take Two!

Nikki here! I guess I am the obsessive to Maggie's addicted. And it's my turn to share a little about me via the infamous list of questions from James Lipton. Fun times!

1. What is your favorite word?

Bitchassness. Thanks Diddy...this word deserves to be in the dictionary.

2. What is your least favorite word?
Preggers. it that hard to just say the word pregnant. It's the same amount of characters for goodness sake! Sheesh.

3. What turns you on?
Sanging ass singing dudes. That's right, I said "Sanging" cause there's no other way to put it. I'm talking wailing, I can feel your emotion kinda stuff. Thanks, Mr. Degraw for reminding me of this. Whew.

4. What turns you off?
Negative people. For some reason they have a way of making me want to punch them in the throat, thus turning me into exactly what they are and really, I'm a peaceful girl.

5. What's your favorite curse word?
I agree with Maggie here, Fuck. I used to reserve it for times when I was really mad but when I learned the versatility of the word and how it's not only a verb but a noun and an adverb and basically everything, how can you not have fun with such a word. Man, I've got the mouth of a sailor.

6. What sound or noise do you love?
The ocean...and my niece's laugh is a close second, but she's getting too grown and it's not as cute as it used to be.

7. What sound or noise do you hate?
This one's a three way tie -- nails on a chalkboard, people grinding their teeth, and Styrofoam when rubbed together. *Shiver*

8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
This is kinda a loaded question cause I guess I already am attempting it. Got a little business on the side in Artist/Tour Management, so yeah, that. Does the question mean something other than what you already do?! Cause if it does, I got nothing.

9. What profession would you not like to attempt?
Fast food/Waitress....thank goodness I never had to do it. I don't think I have the patience.

10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?
Gosh, I suck at creativity on this one. I'd really just be okay with a "You done good. Come on in!"

Inside the Actor's Studio. Take 1 (Ha!)

I'm Maggie, and I'm new here. Err, I guess thats a stupid thing to say since the entire blog is new and all, but whatever. In order to kick things off, since there really is no way to kick things like this off that isn't going to sound incredibly awkward and forced, it seems that some sort of getting to know you exercise is definitely in order. So what better way than to steal the infamous questions that the incomparable James Lipton asks at the end of every episode of Inside the Actors Studio. I'm not an actor, but I own some huge sunglasses, have a Starbucks habit, and am way too self absorbed, so I'm already most of the way there!

Totally stole that picture. It was too awesome not to.

1. What is your favorite word?

2. What is your least favorite word?
Shit. I've had conversations with one of my best friends about our mutual disdain for this word. It just sounds uncomfortable for me to even say it. I don't even like thinking about it. I can't even write about it anymore without getting all creeped out.

3. What turns you on?
Guitars and the boys that play them. Everyone knows that. If I write anything else, someone I know is going to find this eventually and correct me.

4. What turns you off?
Manipulative people. Smokers.

5. What's your favorite curse word?
Fuck. It's terribly offensive, and an awesome verb all in one. Its multi functional and just outstanding. Use it in a sentence today!

6. What sound or noise do you love?
You know, you just don't ask this question to a music addicted girl. That aside, rain.

7. What sound or noise do you hate?
The sound of someone eating crunchy food literally makes my brain hurt. I can't deal.

8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
Pretty much any. I'm not that fond of my job. My dream job in high school was to write for Rolling Stone. I'll go with that one for now.

9. What profession would you not like to attempt?

Retail slave....oh. Too late. Sad face.

10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?
Come right in! Allow me to show you to your VIP penthouse suite!