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25 Songs, 25 Days (Day 25) A Song I Could Listen to All Day Without Getting Tired Of

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marathon thirst (Photo credit: darkmatter)

Cue up the fanfare and pyrotechnics!  Someone hand me a glass of water.  I’ve crossed the finish line.  It was touch and go there for a few days, but I made it.  I may not have come in first, but I came in on my own two feet.

Eventually, listening to a song too often is going to wear it out.  Music is like sex.  The high you get from the rhythm, lyrics, and melody stirs something inside.  The unexpected change in key is exhilarating.  A drum or guitar solo can send you over the edge like the climax of an orgasm.  You want it again and again . . .

Until you don’t.  Sooner or later you’re going to want to eat, or watch a movie, or just stare into space.  But you can no sooner listen to only one song any more than you could stand to do nothing else but have sex all day long.  I’m not saying you wouldn’t want to give that a try, but I’m older and wiser and I know this stuff.

If I were going to do it all day . . . get your mind out of the gutter now . . . . I’m talking about listening to one song.  It could very well be Stay Home by Salf.  It appeals to the introvert in me.  Even the band name is appropriate.

My alarm clock woke me up with this song for months.  Every morning at 5:00 a.m. my iPod would start up. Then my toe.  Then my foot.  Before I knew it, I was dancing around my bed singing (or was I yelling?), “I WANNA STAY HOME TODAAAAAY . . . ”

Shrek (the first one) has my favorite soundtrack ever.  I know.  I’m pretty easy to please when it comes to soundtracks.

Other favorites from this movie include (in no particular order):

 

(I compiled this list using Wikipedia and all links lead back to that page.)

Yes, I know that’s almost the whole soundtrack and then some.  It’s THAT good.

While you listen to this song a few dozen times, I’m going to go rehydrate after this 25-day haul.  I did break my personal best record of posting five days in a row.  I don’t know about you, but I think that deserves some type of celebration.

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Destined To Dream

dscn0827Every now and then I have inspiring, thought-provoking dreams.  I have dreamt solutions to problems.  I have dreamt new schemes for life or work.   And then sometimes I have dreams like I did last night.  I dreamt I was looking for a movie.  Not just any movie, but either a horror flick or an erotic film (it was a DREAM . . . remember?)  I don’t watch that stuff in real life.  Whatever . . . .

On the computer was a screen much like what I use at work.  Instead of inventory scrolling down the monitor, it was movies.  In each description line were the genre and gender and ages of the main characters.  It looked like this, except I’m making up the names of the movies because I don’t remember any of the movies listed.

First House on the Right   Horror    male(17), female(15), male(19)
Susie Wants a Slo Poke    Erotic     female(21), male(25)

Time out:  I’m chuckling to myself, because that’s a really funny title for an erotic film, right?  Anyone remember these?

None of the films fit what I was looking for.  I was looking for older main characters.  Something to which I could relate.  I was thinking how I was tired of seeing some stupid teens mess about in the woods after his friend’s head just got ripped off.  And I love the new cable series — admit it, they border on soft porn these days — but I know that no one looks that perfect in real life, and sex does not die at age 35.

dscn0838Is it because writers think that people who are 40/50/60-years old don’t think about getting it on?  Maybe we would think about it more, if they portrayed it more often.  Are we too old to fantasize about the guy next door?  Is it because we cringed at the thought of our own parents having desires?  Instead we are supposed to be gardening and having heart attacks.  Often, if we are depicted in love-making it’s a humorous scene.  All I’m asking for is equal time in a seriously dirty scene.

dscn0834As for the horror scenes, wouldn’t it be scarier to see Grampa climbing up to check out the knocking in the attic than some 30-year old?  He isn’t as strong, not as quick, and nobody wants to see Grampa get hauled off by bloody claws.  That’s just spine-tingling, nightmare-ridden stuff!  I feel Gramps is a forgotten character in the spooky flick genre.

If the older generation are represented in terrorizing scenes, they are often the cause of it.  They don’t want you to guess who dunnit, so it’s kids or old people — who would suspect the innocent child or helpless elder?  Where is the older victim?  I want to see a demon beast roaming the halls of a senior center.  How scary is that?

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The Demon Beasts in my basement