good grief, the pain!
Okay, I've learned my lesson: ALWAYS STRETCH AFTER EXCERCISING.
Right now, I'm having a lot of trouble moving my arms. At all. They're that sore...good grief!
Found ma mere's '79 Vivitar camera, it is SO SWEEEEEET and I really hope it still works. The camera is older than me, weird.
I cannot be more different than my mother when it comes to a lot of things, but sometimes we're so similar it frightens me. Je ne comprends pas.
Finally got all of my grades in from fall semester. Eh. Rethinking the Politics major thing; when my politics grades are the ones bringing my GPA down....I mean I guess I could blame the shoddy grading system, which in its vagueness still throws me off, but if I'm working my ass off for.....this, then I don't know. At the end of the day I'm blaming myself I suppose; I should ask myself if the cost is outweighing the benefits, womp womp. Whatever.
Anyway, changing topics; academics is never a fun thing to linger on.
Random fact: jade is Alaska's state gem. Isn't that nifty, I just learned that otoday. So I guess my alter-ego is definitely Alaskan as well, haaar.
Oh, I almost forgot, I've been meaning to write my little Natasha Bedingfield rave (this might get a bit lengthy, so don't say you weren't warned)...okay here we go.
When it comes to songwriting, they say that if it comes from an honest place, the listeners will feel it. I've tried to apply that to my music, and it seems like its been working to a certain degree (which is great!) and if the listener just can't relate to it, so be it. And I guess this is why I'm so turned off by artists who are climbing the charts from selling their image, their celebrity, by singing songs that were written by middle aged men and women who churn out these catchy pop songs like it's their job (literally). But this isn't to say that all singer/songwriters who write their own music are necessarily coming from an honest place at all times...deep down, they know what sells and what doesn't (I don't include myself in this category because I'm not faced with the challenge of actually selling my music...yet). I don't want to delve into the psyche of the music industry; essentially I'm writing this because the other day I was totally inspired by what I would normally call the cheesiest shit ever.
So, Natasha Bedingfield seems like your average, cute blonde singer/songwriter. Kind of a British Liz Phair. Her lyrics at first glance are almost painfully simple - no rhymes, no metaphors, no flowery language. Just plain jane sentences; I mean really it's the antithesis of my cryptic, multi-layered incoherence.
Her music's catchy and uber-pop, whatever, great. But then the other night I couldn't sleep and was surfing through some AOL Sessions videos at like 4 am and watched some of her performances. And first of all, she has a killer voice live. But more importantly, you could just see how into it she was; it was definitely cheesy, but not at all superficial - big difference between the two. She just seemed so incredibly genuine and happy when she was singing, and it just struck me, because I'm used to these stereotypical blonde pop singers who lip-sync and dance a hillbilly jig when they fuck up a live performance....it really bothers me when artists can't deliver when performing live. And it probably explains why I become really attached to people who take live performances to a totally different level (e.g Dave Matthews, brilliant brilliant musician)
Anyway, she was adorable. And the actual music video is adorable too. And the thing is, her lyrics are SO SIMPLE. But they're so honest, and when I could see that in her performance, it was just...great. I would look like a complete fool if I ever tried singing her songs, but that's the point, n'est pas? She's the only one who makes it work.
So.....yeah. There are actually only two songs of hers that I really like ("These Words" and "Unwritten"), but that's besides the point. Oh christ this post is so long.
You can go ahead and stick a fork in me, because I'm done.
Right now, I'm having a lot of trouble moving my arms. At all. They're that sore...good grief!
Found ma mere's '79 Vivitar camera, it is SO SWEEEEEET and I really hope it still works. The camera is older than me, weird.
I cannot be more different than my mother when it comes to a lot of things, but sometimes we're so similar it frightens me. Je ne comprends pas.
Finally got all of my grades in from fall semester. Eh. Rethinking the Politics major thing; when my politics grades are the ones bringing my GPA down....I mean I guess I could blame the shoddy grading system, which in its vagueness still throws me off, but if I'm working my ass off for.....this, then I don't know. At the end of the day I'm blaming myself I suppose; I should ask myself if the cost is outweighing the benefits, womp womp. Whatever.
Anyway, changing topics; academics is never a fun thing to linger on.
Random fact: jade is Alaska's state gem. Isn't that nifty, I just learned that otoday. So I guess my alter-ego is definitely Alaskan as well, haaar.
Oh, I almost forgot, I've been meaning to write my little Natasha Bedingfield rave (this might get a bit lengthy, so don't say you weren't warned)...okay here we go.
When it comes to songwriting, they say that if it comes from an honest place, the listeners will feel it. I've tried to apply that to my music, and it seems like its been working to a certain degree (which is great!) and if the listener just can't relate to it, so be it. And I guess this is why I'm so turned off by artists who are climbing the charts from selling their image, their celebrity, by singing songs that were written by middle aged men and women who churn out these catchy pop songs like it's their job (literally). But this isn't to say that all singer/songwriters who write their own music are necessarily coming from an honest place at all times...deep down, they know what sells and what doesn't (I don't include myself in this category because I'm not faced with the challenge of actually selling my music...yet). I don't want to delve into the psyche of the music industry; essentially I'm writing this because the other day I was totally inspired by what I would normally call the cheesiest shit ever.
So, Natasha Bedingfield seems like your average, cute blonde singer/songwriter. Kind of a British Liz Phair. Her lyrics at first glance are almost painfully simple - no rhymes, no metaphors, no flowery language. Just plain jane sentences; I mean really it's the antithesis of my cryptic, multi-layered incoherence.
Her music's catchy and uber-pop, whatever, great. But then the other night I couldn't sleep and was surfing through some AOL Sessions videos at like 4 am and watched some of her performances. And first of all, she has a killer voice live. But more importantly, you could just see how into it she was; it was definitely cheesy, but not at all superficial - big difference between the two. She just seemed so incredibly genuine and happy when she was singing, and it just struck me, because I'm used to these stereotypical blonde pop singers who lip-sync and dance a hillbilly jig when they fuck up a live performance....it really bothers me when artists can't deliver when performing live. And it probably explains why I become really attached to people who take live performances to a totally different level (e.g Dave Matthews, brilliant brilliant musician)
Anyway, she was adorable. And the actual music video is adorable too. And the thing is, her lyrics are SO SIMPLE. But they're so honest, and when I could see that in her performance, it was just...great. I would look like a complete fool if I ever tried singing her songs, but that's the point, n'est pas? She's the only one who makes it work.
So.....yeah. There are actually only two songs of hers that I really like ("These Words" and "Unwritten"), but that's besides the point. Oh christ this post is so long.
You can go ahead and stick a fork in me, because I'm done.
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