Monday, July 28, 2008

Sunday, bloody Sunday

Okay, I feel totally stupid posting about this - so stupid, in fact, that I slept on it for a day. Then a second day. Then a third and fourth day, cause I felt even stupider that it wouldn't get the fuck out of my head. It is now the fifth day of thinking on this, and it's still indelibly etched in my noggin - the information earworm that will NOT piss off, no matter what.

So here goes. Promise you won't laugh at me. Or if you do, promise at least that you'll do it behind my back... Okay, you promised.

Does anyone else out there believe that Nicole Kidman, like, totally faked her pregnancy? [hold for stupified pause followed up with gales of laughter, sent in my general direction]. Don't you also love how I tried to hide the ridiculousness of that question by making it seem as if a teenager wrote it with a strategically placed use of the word "like"?

I know this is a weird tangent to go on - and I SWEAR to god I'll make it brief. But, I was looking at pictures in People Magazine - and yes, since I'm already going out on a limb and admitting that I actually used several hours of my life's brainspace thinking on this topic, I am now going to admit to friggin' EVERYone that I have a subscription to People. So sue me.

Anyway, so in spite of the fact that I willingly, knowingly, and sometimes excitedly read my beloved People each week, admittedly I feel a bit like a foie gras goose with the whole NK pregnancy thing - and how fucked up is it when People, aka Peoplecrack, absolutely GUSHES for pages and pages about how pregnant Nicole is, like, "WOO, we saw her baby bump. SEE, she's just like ALL of you [pathetic saps who sit by the front door every Friday, just waiting for their weekly dose of Peoplecrack]"

I'm sorry, but THIS is not what most women look like when they are 6 months pregnant:

Because, if it is, I have been 6 months pregnant for the last year. Seriously.

NO, THIS is what most women look like at 6 months:

Oh, did I say SIX months? I meant that this anonymous woman above is FIVE months pregnant, and gigantic. Which means Nicole Kidman is totally faking it. And before you get all crazy and say I'm jealous and over-reacting, please recall that I've actually met Nicole Kidman. In fact, I DJ'd her closing party for the movie The Invasion, so I got to STARE fixedly at the woman in a way that some might label as creepy for the better part of 5 hours. So, while I am no expert on childbirth, I can tell you that a 6 foot tall, 115 pound woman is going to have more than an itty bitty tummy if she's six months pregnant, m'kay??

I think that little rant may satisfy my need to get this off my chest. We'll see in another five days.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Spend this Saturday at Reform School

The summer edition of Reform School

DJ lil'e (Right Round, Tinderbox)

DJ ReddAJ (Razzmatazz)

DJ PGee (Crash)

DJ Sara (Pow Wow, KICKS!)

DJ Kim (Pow Wow, KICKS!)

60's rock, 70's disco, 80's retro, 90's dance plus alternative, hip hop, new wave and punk

School Uniforms Encouraged

Rock and Roll Hotel
1353 H Street, NE
Washington D.C.

Saturday, July 26th
$10 All Ages

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Friday, July 18, 2008

Hells yeah!

Lookit, my fella's in the paper. And it's a bigun!

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

iPod happiness

So, the other day I made my first honest to god playlist on my iPod. I feel totally stupid and old and so 1996 admitting that, but I honestly always thought I'd be happy just putting the thing on shuffle, and leaving my music up to the gods to decide. Admittedly, I rarely ever even listened to those pre-existing playlists that iPod sets up for you, with the exception of my "25 most played". The only reason they were my most played, I came to realize, was because I'd click "back" whenever stuff I liked popped up on my shuffle. Eventually, I started getting a bit tired of hearing Cat Stevens and Nick Drake when I wanted to hear Hot Chip and Squeeze. But I put up with it for quite some time - a year and 4 months, to be exact...

God, I feel like my grandmother explaining to me how she would record "her stories" on her ancient VHS recorder. OY.

Aaaaaanyway - the other day I was loading a bunch of new stuff onto my iPod, and decided to put together a list of all the songs I currently have on the pod that make me happy. Literally, the list is called "Makes Me Happy". I don't just mean that these songs elicit a little sigh and a slight grin when I hear them - I mean these are the songs that move my feet - make me dance on the metro and sing out loud no matter WHO is standing there listening. If I play them when I DJ, I must look like a mega-spaz cause I can't control my dancing feets and flailing limbs. These songs inspire me, cause me to expertly play not only the air drums, but the air bass and the air guitar too, and I've even been known to hold an air microphone from time to time. I'm like the Prince of playing the air instruments... Some of these songs make me feel like I've jumped off a cliff and am flying, and some make me feel like I just want to run in place a-la Jennifer Beals in Flashdance. Some are songs that have always made me feel this way, some are songs that grew on me, and some are songs that I just discovered in the last few days. Some embarass me to the point that I turn them all the way down when someone is next to me in traffic, and some I blast with a devil-may-care type volume. But, without question, in my heart they all made this list because I have some level of deep, ridiculous love for them. A love that can only be topped by chocolate covered, vanilla Glutino wafer cookies. You think I'm kidding...?

Anyway, all of that being said, I thought you, lovely readers, may like to see this playlist. It's a work in progress, but it's about as honest a depiction as I can provide of what constitutes as perfect musical genius, in my opinion. So read, find, listen, and enjoy!

All These Things That I’ve Done – The Killers
Any Way You Want It – Journey
Atlas – Battles
Back In Your Head – Tegan & Sara
Bad Connection – Yaz
Bandages – Hot Hot Heat
Beautiful World – Colin Hay
Black Eyed Horse & A Cherry Phunk – Paper Phoenix mashup
Blue Savannah (out of the blue mix) – Erasure
Bohemian Like You – The Dandy Warhols
Brand New Lover – Dead or Alive
Bus Stop – The Hollies
C’mere – Interpol
Can’t Hardly Wait – The Replacements
Cats Disappear – Cure/Faint Mashup
Ceremony – New Order
Chelsea Dagger – The Fratellis
The Choice Is Yours – The Black Sheep
Creator – Santogold
Crystal Wrists – Peter Murphy
Day Ditty – Shudder to Think
Dazzle – Siouxsie & the Banshees
Don’t Change – INXS
Don’t Stop the Music – Rhianna
Dopest Verse – Mad Kap
Elvira – The Oak Ridge Boys
Evil – Interpol
Fire In Cairo – The Cure
Fix Up, Look Sharp – Dizzee Rascal
Foundations – Kate Nash
Freakshow (Mix 13) – The Cure
Germany Calling (12”) – Voyou
Ghosts – Ladytron
The Great Commandment – Camouflage
The Guns of Brixton – The Clash
Hellohihey – Lifesavas
The Humpty Dance – Digital Underground
I’m Henry the VIII I Am – Herman’s Hermits
I Want You Back – The Plimsouls
If I Only Knew – Tom Jones
In the Countryside – Benjee Feree
Into the Groove – Madonna
Is That Love – Squeeze
Je Veux Te Voir – Yelle
Jolene – Dolly Parton
(Just Like We) Breakdown – Hot Chip
LDN – Lily Allen
Let Him Go – Beanie Man
Maneater – Hall & Oates
Maps – Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Nappy Heads – The Fugees
The National Front Disco – Morrissey
The Night of Kitten’s Messy Dream – mashup
No One Lives Forever – Oingo Boingo
Olympic Airways - Foals
Over and Over – Hot Chip
Ping Pong – Stereolab
Pleasure & Pain - Divinyls
Pledge of Allegiance – Louis XIV
Pop the Glock - Uffie
Precious Time – the Maccabees
A Question of Time – Depeche Mode
Ready for the Floor – Hot Chip
Red House – Shudder to Think
Reet Petite – Jackie Wilson
Save it for Later – The English Beat
Slow Hands - Interpol
Someday? – Concrete Blonde
Something About You – Level 42
Soul Meets Body – Death Cab for Cutie
Start Wearing Purple – Gogol Bordello
Sub-Culture – New Order
Subway – Peter Murphy
Such Great Heights – Postal Service
That’s Not My Name – The Ting Tings
There It Go (the whistle song) – Julez Santana
Tymps (The Sick In the Head Song) – Fiona Apple
Waiting for my Real Life to Begin – Colin Hay
Waiting for the Great Leap Forward – Billy Bragg
Waiting Room - Fugazi
The Way I are - Timbaland
You’ve Got To (Norman Cook Mix) – The Young Punx
10 Dollar – M.I.A.
1234 - Feist

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

The Ghost in You

Prompted by this posting, authored by the incomparable sweetney, I have decided to unleash my inner goth girl and share this photo of myself with you, taken approximately 20 years ago.

I remember that day clearly - particularly the way the command to "smile for the camera" from the oh-so-droll photographer made me sneer ever so slightly more (note the curled lip and slightly exposed teeth).

AAAH, to be young again...

Addendum - it's kind of funny to see wee lil'e compared to modern-day lil'e up in the blog banner. The high school picture has both my natural hair color and my natural eyebrows, pre-plucking (although my desire to be Siouxsie changed that in very short order).

In Sweetney's original post, which stemmed from some oddball Twitter drama (I still never understand how cyber-stalking some random person's every movement throughout the day qualifies you to start shit with them, but whatever...), she mentions the trials and tribulations of being "the weirdo" in HS. You should read it via the link above - that lady has some pretty solid observations about the desire to keep it real, so to speak, in the face of one's antagonizers.

You can read my comment on the post itself, or right here:

I grew up right outside of Washington, DC, and can tell you it doesn't matter how small or big the town... At the time my wee tiny band of 4 punk rock and goth friends were the ONLY ones in our school - which prompted lots of very lovely sharks/jets type confrontations in the main courtyard with the jock kids.

I think my very "favorite" high school experience was having a full bucket of water poured down on my head from the 2nd floor as I stood in same courtyard. It was like the movie Carrie, with less blood and (sadly) no raging fires to consume all the a-holes. Sigh.

Funnily enough, I ran into one of my main antagonizers last year - he was out and about with his wife and family. He introduced me to his wife in the following way: "This is Erin, this girl who was a total freak in high school, but, you know, was still one of my good friends". Even though it was one of those moments I'd spent 15 years dreaming about, I felt for a second like maybe I should just let it go. But then I thought of the bucket of water, the taunts (the kinder of my nicknames were Satan, Edward Scissorhands, and Beetlejuice - the not-so-nice one started with a "C" and rhymes with "punt"), the torture my friends and I endured at the hands of these bullies, and I just couldn't hold back. Cause every day of high school, knowing what was coming the second I set foot on campus, I still got up, teased out my hair Robert Smith style, put on my combat boots and took those kickings in order to be the person I wanted to be - needed to be. And I wasn't going to let it be for nothing.

So, I actually said to this guy, "Funny, I don't remember our relationship in high school quite the same way you do. Not sure if it was the lovely nicknames you all gave me - like Satan, for example, or the way you taunted me or threatened to beat me up every time I walked near any of you, or the bucket of water you all poured on my head that is filtering MY memories, but so you know, you and your friends made me pretty miserable for the entire time I was in high school. Kinda makes me understand those school shooter kids, you know?" And turned and walked away.

Bitter? No, actually. Just angry that it was ever an issue in the first place, and doesn't seem to get better, in spite of the fact that the lines are substantially more blurred between the "weirdos" and everyone else.