Break Up Music

My roommate always gives me shit for listening to sad sap music when I'm down. I tried to explain to him the idea behind it. It's not just self-pity/indulgence. The best analogy I could come up with so far:

Sad music is like charcoal. And being sad is like poison. You gotta drink the charcoal to get the poison out. But instead of vomiting up black shit and bile, you cry until you can't cry anymore and then you move on.

Makes sense to me. Maybe it is indulgent, but trying to boost myself out of being depressed or heartsick by listening to happy, energetic music usually makes me crawl deeper under the covers. Is that pathetic? Who knows. I just know what works for me.

When the break ups happen, I want to listen to people more poetic than I tell me that they've been kicked around by love, too. And there's enough music out there that you'll eventually find your situation spelled out over the length of an album. So, I say give me a moment or two and then I'll move on to the self-empowering lady pop that will eventually lead me back to the happy rock and sexy aging lounge singers that maintain the stasis of my day-to-day.

For me, the best bitter break-up song has to be this:



Don't get me wrong -- Adele's 19 or She & Him's Volume One definitely does the job, but for some reason that is the go-to song for me.

wedding bug

So, you know how when a group of ladies (and men sometimes too, but in a totally different way) suddenly stumble onto the topic of weddings, they have this plan in place? I'm not talking about the unfortunate few that have the dress, church, and hall booked and are just waiting on the guy. But every girl's got an idea. Something that they know they want. Even if they don't want to admit it -- especially in front of their menfolk. That's the other thing, these nebulous conversations never include dates and grooms. But the guy always gets that fight-or-flight look to him. It's just talk. Every girls done it. I've done it. My plan:

Big fucking white wedding with the giant meringue dress and veil. Lots of flowers. Lots of bridal party and a bachleorette shindig that would make a seasoned sailor on shore leave in Bangkok cry uncle.

Why have I been thinking about this? I just finished editing my sister's wedding video (2 years later). Also, I'm waiting it out in Canada until my childhood friend's wedding in about a week. I agreed to get her wedding CD together and girlie's got some good taste in forever music. So, I have decided that this is the song I want to walk down the aisle to:



Now, I'm no music snob, so I have no clue if it's ironic, cheesy, or just plain stupid. But this song would be a great song to play when approaching the man I'm going to marry and (come hell or high water) spend the rest of my life with.


UPDATE: Unfortunately, I asked Google what it thought and it told me that this was used in American Wedding for the featured couple's first dance after the wedding. Ah hell. I mean, it was The Wallflower's cover...but still. dammit. Because god help the bro-y douche at the wedding who hears that and thinks of Jason Biggs and Allison Hannigan living happily ever after to this awesome song and walks up all misty-eyed and manly after the wedding and hugs us both saying, "You guys are Jim and Michelle." This is the last time Jason Biggs! The last time!

New Business Cards?

I had so much fun working on the Boxing Day card that I may just use that as my business card. I like it!

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Holiday Wishes.

May your day be full of boxes and your boxes full of stuff. Happy Holidays, people!

baby take a ride in my coupe...

i prefer using the term in situations where either definition could possibly be implied...believe me there are times.

i swear baby this time it'll be different.

great american roadtrip (aka i'm gonna die)

a dear friend of mine has convinced me to go out a roadtrip with her down to new orleans. i hear "roadtrip", i say, "how long?" so, i'm off on a 10 day adventure starting...now. expect some pictures. expect some commentary. expect some good ol' fashioned yankee deep south freak-out. wish me luck. i needs it. later gators.

UPDATE: yeah. pictures there are and stories there are. just not here.