if i may be so bold
I am going to talk about Kanye West for a moment: it seems like he has 2-4 good songs per album (viz: Through the Wire, Jesus Walks, Two Words (which I think is a good song because of Mos Def, not Kanye) on College Dropout; Gold Digger, Diamonds from Sierra Leone, and sort of Touch the Sky from Late Registration; and pretty much just Stronger from Graduation) and the rest of the album is just a vehicle to pad those good songs out into an album. Confidential to Kanye: Just wait a few more years between albums and then you can put out one that's got MOSTLY good songs, instead of an album where I put two songs from it onto my iPod.
More about music: Will someone please email my home address and remind me to remove the following from my iPod:
-all of the xmas songs
-all the Elf Power
-pretty much all of the Ben Lee
Discoveries and thefts made this morning when I got fed up with my iPod inexplicably not mounting on my iMac and went and plugged it in to the Mr's mini:
1. My iMac probably really needs to be replaced
2. USB 2.0! Amazing! So fast!
3. Three Fugazi albums (but still not Repeater, which apparently ran away with my two favorite bath towels from my Unmarried Youth)
4. New Constantines!
5. New Futureheads!
6. Vampire Weekend!
Etc.
Before I go into this next bit I would like to say it is pretty much all crimsonclad's fault that I have been reading so many fucking REGENCY ROMANCES this summer. Recent examples: Slightly Dangerous by Mary Balogh; two more amazing books by Julia Quinn (To Catch an Heiress and The Lost Duke of Wyndham). And don't you think for one second that I'm not about to throw myself fully into tracking down book 1 of her Bridgerton Series, The Duke and I, so that I can start reading book 2, The Viscount Who Loved Me.
THE VISCOUNT WHO LOVED ME! Uh, sign me up.
Anyway, it is due to the aforementioned lapses that I urged helenish to write REGENCY SGA and then provided an EXAMPLE:
(parenthetically, before I get started, looking up those amazon links for you got me to this incredible amazon user list, "read a sexy novel with your wife." Okay, I concede that I am a bit of a book snob who's totally slumming it this summer and I can't ever see these books being anything more than (non)guilty pleasure entertainment, i.e., not something to read toGETHer as the list author intended, BUT, it is surprising how sexy making out can be when you are used to the idea that showing even a little ankle is so, so scandalous.)
Rodney clumsily dismounts his horse and winces because he knows he should have showed himself to be a better equestrian! Lord Pembroke will now question Rodney's true upbringing! Fuck!
John wants to ask Rodney a lot more questions, but instead raises an eyebrow laconically.
Three months later, in the dusty and unused third floor library of Thistlethorpe, Lord Pembroke frantically fumbles with the buttons of Rodney's trousers. "Rodney--" he huffs. "Do you want this? I won't be able to stop."
"My lord," says Rodney. "JOHN. Yes."
This would be an excellent place for helenish to bring to light HER regency fumblings, but as I am not TOO MUCH of a pusher, I will leave it at merely OUTING HER.
CONFIDENCES: BETRAYED!!!!
More about music: Will someone please email my home address and remind me to remove the following from my iPod:
-all of the xmas songs
-all the Elf Power
-pretty much all of the Ben Lee
Discoveries and thefts made this morning when I got fed up with my iPod inexplicably not mounting on my iMac and went and plugged it in to the Mr's mini:
1. My iMac probably really needs to be replaced
2. USB 2.0! Amazing! So fast!
3. Three Fugazi albums (but still not Repeater, which apparently ran away with my two favorite bath towels from my Unmarried Youth)
4. New Constantines!
5. New Futureheads!
6. Vampire Weekend!
Etc.
Before I go into this next bit I would like to say it is pretty much all crimsonclad's fault that I have been reading so many fucking REGENCY ROMANCES this summer. Recent examples: Slightly Dangerous by Mary Balogh; two more amazing books by Julia Quinn (To Catch an Heiress and The Lost Duke of Wyndham). And don't you think for one second that I'm not about to throw myself fully into tracking down book 1 of her Bridgerton Series, The Duke and I, so that I can start reading book 2, The Viscount Who Loved Me.
THE VISCOUNT WHO LOVED ME! Uh, sign me up.
Anyway, it is due to the aforementioned lapses that I urged helenish to write REGENCY SGA and then provided an EXAMPLE:
(parenthetically, before I get started, looking up those amazon links for you got me to this incredible amazon user list, "read a sexy novel with your wife." Okay, I concede that I am a bit of a book snob who's totally slumming it this summer and I can't ever see these books being anything more than (non)guilty pleasure entertainment, i.e., not something to read toGETHer as the list author intended, BUT, it is surprising how sexy making out can be when you are used to the idea that showing even a little ankle is so, so scandalous.)
Rodney clumsily dismounts his horse and winces because he knows he should have showed himself to be a better equestrian! Lord Pembroke will now question Rodney's true upbringing! Fuck!
John wants to ask Rodney a lot more questions, but instead raises an eyebrow laconically.
Three months later, in the dusty and unused third floor library of Thistlethorpe, Lord Pembroke frantically fumbles with the buttons of Rodney's trousers. "Rodney--" he huffs. "Do you want this? I won't be able to stop."
"My lord," says Rodney. "JOHN. Yes."
This would be an excellent place for helenish to bring to light HER regency fumblings, but as I am not TOO MUCH of a pusher, I will leave it at merely OUTING HER.
CONFIDENCES: BETRAYED!!!!