2 posts tagged “music”

Okay, so there's been some weird sort of internet coup.  Vox is suddenly different.  :Gracey looks around with shifty, scared eyes, in a panicked sort of way: In case you didn't know this, Trey, I have this weird sort of change-phobia, where all things that change kind of send me into a panic for a while.

Like when my mom painted my room while I wasn't home?  Yeah, the fact that my room was suddenly orange freaked the hell out of me for a while.  Then the paint fumes cleared my system and I got over it.

So, this video.  I swear, I'm planning on doing it tomorrow.  However, there's the slight issue that my grandmother is coming for her annual three-week January visit, which questions my privacy.  I mean, yeah, it does have the good effect that I have to clean my room, so you'll see clean space as opposed to miscellaneous crap behind my video self.

But if she's floating around sketchily, as people in this house are wont to do, I'm not lip-syncing to Britney Spears.  Sorry, buddy. Not happening.

Actually, there's a long list of things that would cause me to not make that video.  I shall review some of them: my death, if I mysteriously have a date, nuclear armageddon, my house catching on fire, computer crash, worldwide pandemic of TB.  The list goes on and on.

Expect a video tomorrow/Sunday.

Alright.  In light of our agreement/disagreement session, I have several things to comment upon.

First: I'm not sure I believe you about the comics.  Everyone loves comics on some level.  Even me.  And you know how many times I've read/seen Pride and Prejudice.  So, I think that underneath it all, you love them just a little.

"Russians make the best artists, like Rachmaninoff!  And Ayn Rand!  YAY for ATLAS SHRUGGED"

Could you have picked any more unrelated Russians?  I mean, unless you picked LENIN and Ayn Rand.  Also, I'm a fan of The Fountainhead and Anthem.  The latter especially; short but sweet.

I cannot believe that you said the words "I have a rainbow fetish."  I hope you relize that I didn't mean it in that way.  I meant it in the utterly embarassing, I'd make even a pathetic six year old girl, please someone drown me sort of way.

Yes, that way.

I can't believe you've never seen Ghost or American Pie.  NEITHER?  REALLY?

I mean, yeah, they're both the most terrible movies in the history of forever (except maybe The City of Joy, also starring Patrick Swayze, as it turns out), but everone's heard of them, and most everyone's seen them.  I will admit, I have not seen Ghost in its entirety, but that could very well be because I had to go and throw up.

So, as for music right now, I'm not actually going to talk about a particular band.  I'm going to break out a megalith of musical wealth.  Use it wisely, people.

Naturally, I refer to the godly Pandora.com.  What Pandora Radio is, is an online radio of sorts, where you can listen to 'stations' based entirely off of the kind of music you like to hear.

What you do, is enter the name of a band that you're listening to.  Then, Pandora's magic elves will find you songs that are either by said band, or have similar influences to said band, or sound similar to said band.  You can create and save any number of stations (right now I have about five), and edit or delete the stations you already have. 

The only catch is that you have to sign up using an email account, and that you can only skip so many songs per hour.  After that, you have to listen to everything they throw at you, or change stations.  But other than that, it's quite possibly one of the more excellent things in life.  I'm telling you, people.  This stuff is golden.

You really can't go wrong with Pandora.com, if you like anything from Vivaldi to Maximo Park, to R.E.M. to Snoop Dog. 

Here's some conventient linkage:

Pandora.com

Other than that, I have seven exams coming up in less than two weeks, and my brain is slowly atrophying.  Soon I'll have zero grey matter.  I can only assume that, at that point, my posts will stop.  I'm sure Trey will relay the news of my sad inability to think.

Actually, it probably won't be that sad for me.  I'll probably wind up being very stupidly content, and just eat chocolates all day, and not even worry that I'm fat and lazy and stupid, because I'll be too mindless to ever realize it.

I'm kidding people, kidding.

Mostly.

Love,

Gracey

Can I do this post in twelve parts? We shall see.

1. Marvel Comics vs. DC Comics.  (COMMENT AND GIVE ME YOUR OPINONS, PEOPLE.) Now, I'm personally a Marvel fan.  I mean, The Fantastic Four? Spiderman? X-Men? As far as comic book heroes go, you can't do much better.  Especially X-Men, in my opinion.  But in general, Marvel was all about, "With great power comes great responsibility," and being mutants, and getting their DNA altered by space clouds. 

Actually, now that I think about it, all of those had something happening with the altering of DNA, whether it was through a natural evolutionary mutation ("And then one day, a freak was born!"--kudos, freshman bio class), a radioactive spider, or deadly space cloud.

So, Marvel Comics vs. DC Comics.  Personellement, I cannot think of a reason for you to back up DC.  I really can't.  But then again, I'm a little biased, I suppose.

2. Exams.  They are looming over me with deadly knives, threatening to drop the axe of knowledge--or rather of non-knowledge--on my poor, vulnerable skull.  I don't want to take them, but I have to, and therefore, I have to study.  So, if things that take time, like videos, come with less frequency, it's because I'm cramming my brain full of useless crap.

3. Ellen.  She really does exist! You weren't making her up! (I admit, for a bit there, I had my doubts.) Her response to us was very well hidden (sneaky, sneaky) and I'm not even sure that I could find it again. But then again, we can almost safely assume that I'm a robot, that only comes to life to post these blog posts, right?

Right?

4. YouTube. Trey and I do, as it happens, have a YouTube channel, where our videos are posted.  Conveniently, it's entitled (is that the appropriate word?) SockMonkeySlippers, which seems really easy to remember. Or maybe that's just because it's me.  I never can tell with things like my brain.  It likes to play games with me, don't'cha know.

5. Cliches. (I don't know how to do the accent thingy on this.) Anyway, I'm currently carefully comprising (holy alliteration, Batman!) a list of cliches, for reasons that aren't really important, but I'm choosing not to disclose.  Now, if I had a giant army of readers, I would have a giant army of cliches in a very short amount of time.  BUT since I have a very small army of viewers, I need you to really THINK!  These cliches can be anything from the simile variety--"cute as a button"--to little phrases--"forbidden fruit"--to things that are probably just true--"ignorance is bliss."  Being given these posthaste would be excellent.

6. TELL YOUR FRIENDS.  Seriously.  I mean YOU.  Tell your friend in Poland.  Tell your goofy boy neighbor.  My ego needs stroking, as Trey will attest.  (Secretly, we made this blog so that readers can assure me that I'm getting attention, so that Trey doesn't have to.  It was beginning to cut into his sleeping time.)

(I was kidding with that last bit in parentheses, by the way.  I'm not that much of an egoist.)

(Really.)

(But I do want readers.  That would make le Gracey so, so happy.)

(HA I'M HALFWAY TO TWELVE!)

7. Music.  What do you think about my doing an Artist Hightlight of the Post?  Like, I could rant and rave about how good they are, and how Trey doesn't listen to them in all likliehood, and all that other good stuff.  I mean, music is a really huge part of who I am and what I do.  I spend a LOT of time listening to music, to the point where I can't even fathom that some people DON'T care about it as much as I do.

8. Regina Spektor. (I'm not waiting for the judgment on the whole music thing.  I'm jumping right into it.  If you really hate it, Trey, let me know, and I'll stop.) Regina Spektor is one of those people, who when you hear her sing, you're just like, "...wow."  Her voice is very...classy, and seems almost old fashioned.  Favorite songs by her at the moment are Sampson, Us, and My Dear Acquaintance (the last of which is, I believe, a cover of a song from the forties, but still is very pretty.) Spektor is very non-rock, non-modern, but still pretty freaking awesome.

9. Disagreement.  Trey, you and I, as the co-writers of SockMonkeySlippers, are not forming a united front on many issues.   We don't agree on presidential candidates.  We don't agree on music.  We don't agree on Britney Spears, and how completely useless she is.  We don't agree on movies (Titanic). We don't agree on the issue of skirts.

I feel like we should agree on some things.  So, I am proposing several issues.  If we disagree, it'll make for good conversation.  If we agree, then we'll finally agree on some things.

(Feel free to just copy and paste this form:)

A. Is James Marsden gorgeous? Gracey says: Yes. Trey says:

B. Mayo or Miracle Whip? Gracey says: Neither.  Oh, I have to pick one? Mayo, then. Trey says:

C. Ketchup or Mustard? Gracey says: Mustard.  But why are these questions all food related? Trey says:

D. Converse or Vans? Gracey says: Converse. Trey says:

E. Mr. Darcy or Mr. Rochester? Gracey says: MR DARCY! Trey says:

F. Seven or Eleven? Gracey says: Seven. Duh. Trey says:

G. Cell phone or AIM? Gracey says: AIM. You know why/who. Trey says:

H. Painted nails or no? Gracey says: Eep. No, I guess. Trey says:

J. American Pie or Ghost? Gracey says: Well, if you were tying me down and propping my eyes open with splinters like the way they did in the Odyssey (which is the only way I'd watch either) I suppose American Pie, but whoever made these questions (:cough:gracey:cough:) picked really, REALLY crappy movies.  Trey says:

K. Facebook or MySpace? Gracey says: Facebook, hands down. Trey says:

L. Unicorns or Leprechauns? Gracey says: Now, if I were a six year old girl with a rainbow fetish, I would definiltely pick unicorns.  And, if I were creepy, I would definiltely pick leprchauns.  However, I am neither (well, I suppose the latter is debatable).  I mean, leprechauns are nasty and skanky and devious, and unicorns can't be beat for sheer so-freaking-frighteningly-cheeful-ness.  However, leprechauns are genuinely frightening, and unicorns are only too fucking cheerful creepy, so unicorns.  Trey says:

I invite you to note that in this twelve-centric post, there were twelve things for us to agree/disagree on.

10. Glasses.  It has been pointed out to me that I sort of hide behind my glasses.  However, I sort of see them as a tool; they hide unsightly blemishes, protect somewhat my eyes when I almost jab them with things, and I think they look nice.  Opinions?

11. David Levithan.  So, you've been reading his books.  Any readers read things by him?  Anyway, Trey, you definitely need to get your hands on a copy of Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist. But, instead of jumping into that, I want to know what you thought of what you've read so far.

ONE MORE.

:thinks:

:thinks:

:sits in The Thinker pose:

:thinks some more:

AHA!

12. THE HEAVENS ARE TELLING.  The Heavens are Telling the Glory of God, m'boy.  Since I just spent half my life writing this iperlong post, I feel like I get to issue a challenge, but it's not a REAL challenge in that it's neither embarassing nor difficult.  Also, I think you might like it.  I challenge you to find me a link/file of that song, with all those middle school memories.  Post it here.  Then, we can all delight in it.

:pants and wipes brow:

Well, there's my twelve parts.  Keep in mind that when I was writing that title, I just randomly pulled the number twelve out of my head, and then wrote the post to accomidate it.  There're gonna be a lot of tags for this one.

Love,

Gracey