I’m feeling subdued today. Tired of the week. Tired of the needs of others placed upon me. Ready to relax and do as I wish. In need of a mental bath. A cleansing.
My job, it drains me. Too much to do. Too little time. High expectations without reality playing a serious role, or so it would seem. Compensation being reduced. Motivation lacking. It contrasts with me. I am not a slouch. I work hard. I strive for quality. I do not fail. As with all opposing forces something will give. Will I change? Will I be force out? Will I fight until I am crushed like a bug? I do not know.
Do I have to keep up the pace
To keep you satisfied
It is funny the things we put up with. Ultimately I do not need the house I live in, the car, the stuff, etc. etc. I need the food, water, shelter and clothing. The sanitation and healthcare are also a plus. But really G and I could cut so much and live so simply. I guess I’d have to give up the Internet connection, though I am more likely to give up the phone first. I wonder if the happiness of a different work life wouldn’t be worth it. Or perhaps I am just a whiny baby? I have a job after all and I believe most people would say it pays well. The stress is what gets to me though. Being forced to work to a lower level of quality than I can face. *sigh*
This song has the feeling I have right now. The flavor… a pensive beat. A thoughtful moment. A worn feeling, but not without a fight lurking underneath. Do you hear it? Do you feel it? Yes? No? Come back when you’re worn down a bit more and we will see.
Due to being awoken by work on my first day off in months, I am super late in posting my song of the day. My employer lost power, and although we have invested in expensive things like generators and battery universal power supplies to ensure our systems would not suffer, they failed. Yay! My only question at the end of it was, who do we have to beat to get those things working? If we cannot get them working, then can we sell them?
But I am not angry, just annoyed and mostly tired. Shit happens, especially when you are actually trying to get some rest and relaxation. Plus at least I was not called until 6 AM, instead of the poor guys who were called at 1:30 AM! So I chose this song by Dead Can Dance to lighten my mood, and perhaps yours too!
I got to see Chairlift a few weeks ago open for The Killers in Cleveland. I was impressed with how each of them played multiple instruments and there was no distinct “lead”, though I really think the energy of Caroline Polachek outpaced both Aaron Pfenning and Patrick Wimberly. Also without her voice I don’t know if they would be distinctive enough to have made it as far as they have. I liked several of their songs, today’s song being their prize jewel. Most of you have probably heard it a gazillion times already on iPod commercials.
G made an interesting observation about the “ooo”-ing of Caroline, which occurs in several songs. G thought she must have grown up listening to a lot of Björk. It does make for a distinctive sound, but hopefully they won’t over do it and make it their shtick. I did love the use of the cowbells. “I got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell!” (Click for SNL video of Christopher Walken and the cowbell skit.) Given how passionate Caroline seemed, I think we can expect a lot more out of her, Chairlift, and definitely her cowbell.
I didn’t know what to think of M83 at first. The music seemed amorphous. They are certainly not your typical group. Their early works have no vocals at all, and it is easy to believe. I saw them in concert opening for “The Killers” and I was impressed. G thought it all kind of sounded like one song at the concert, which may be true, but I have decided I like that song. So if this song interests you, there is a good chance you’ll be interested in the rest of the album, and perhaps all of M83’s works. Of all their songs I’ve heard, I like this one best.
PS: I was very impressed with the way the band arranged themselves on the stage. No one member was in front of another. Even the drummer (who was very precise and impressively fast in some songs) was right up at the front. From left to right it was drummer, bass, guitar/keyboards, keyboards, with all of them singing at times except for the drummer. Very cool.
Today is Sunday, so I was thinking of “The Sundays” first thing this morning. I like the way Harriet Wheeler’s voice seems to float on top of sea of the instrumentals in their songs, and this one in particular.
There is a layer of snow outside where there wasn’t yesterday and it seems surreal, not unlike today’s song of the day by the Cocteau Twins. It is like a sort of sleepy unreal ethereal state of mind has fallen across the land. I long for spring and summer but I do love snow so I don’t know if this weather cause for dancing or sorrow, either way I think this song fits in the quiet early morning light.
Whenever it seems like I cannot do anything right, everything I do or say is wrong, and I would’ve been better off staying in bed, I play this song, and at least it makes me smile. Despite the ruin of my day and life at least I have this song and a smile.
This might be an appropriate April Fools’ Day song too for any of you victims or victors out there! Replace the salt with sugar, tape the kitchen sink sprayer closed, super glue pennies to the pavement, set other peoples’ alarm clocks a bit early, and put on your running shoes. You may need them.
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