Apr 23, 2009
LCD Soundsystem - "Losing My Edge"
Here's a cheeky song about a presumed music reporter (or hipster) who can't keep up with the new generation.
The Sound Of Love
This would have been a perfect entry for my previous blog, Pitch Attack.
Today's Metro has an interesting article written by Andrea Woo. In it, she opines that the music that people listen to is an important part of their identity; ergo, this is bound to have an impact when it comes to dating. She goes so far as to say that she has "a deep suspicion for anyone who doesn't listen to much of it." I won't spoil her article for you, but you might want to be extra careful if you listen to Matchbox Twenty or Lady Gaga.
I've previously joked that I'd dump any woman who didn't like Amon Tobin or drum 'n bass, but in all seriousness, Ms. Woo makes a valid point. For example, as a Christian who listens to Christian and secular music, I'm always cognizant of what any potential girlfriends will think of some of the music I have at home. Sure, I happen to enjoy the usual Christian suspects like Israel & New Breed and Kirk Franklin. Then again, I have a few Elton John CDs at home, along with Franz Ferdinand, Boards Of Canada, and Muse. Quite frankly, that wouldn't sit well with some people - not that it bothers me any.
Just to prove how eclectic my tastes are, have a look at my complete CD collection. The newest addition is Israel Houghton's The Power Of One, which I bought a few Sundays ago.
P.S. I hope Andrea likes Amon Tobin. ;-)
Today's Metro has an interesting article written by Andrea Woo. In it, she opines that the music that people listen to is an important part of their identity; ergo, this is bound to have an impact when it comes to dating. She goes so far as to say that she has "a deep suspicion for anyone who doesn't listen to much of it." I won't spoil her article for you, but you might want to be extra careful if you listen to Matchbox Twenty or Lady Gaga.
I've previously joked that I'd dump any woman who didn't like Amon Tobin or drum 'n bass, but in all seriousness, Ms. Woo makes a valid point. For example, as a Christian who listens to Christian and secular music, I'm always cognizant of what any potential girlfriends will think of some of the music I have at home. Sure, I happen to enjoy the usual Christian suspects like Israel & New Breed and Kirk Franklin. Then again, I have a few Elton John CDs at home, along with Franz Ferdinand, Boards Of Canada, and Muse. Quite frankly, that wouldn't sit well with some people - not that it bothers me any.
Just to prove how eclectic my tastes are, have a look at my complete CD collection. The newest addition is Israel Houghton's The Power Of One, which I bought a few Sundays ago.
P.S. I hope Andrea likes Amon Tobin. ;-)
Close Calls
I had a close call yesterday evening, but I didn't realize it until I got home.
A shooting occured at the intersection of Jane and Eglinton at about 7:00 p.m. I pass through that intersection everyday on my way home from work, and yesterday was no different - except for the fact that I did so right before the shooting happened. Not that I saw anything strange (other than skid marks leading to Eglinton Flats), but the fact that I could have been part of a crime scene isn't lost on me.
This is not the first close call I've had. When the infamous blackout happened in 2003, I was on my way out of the employment centre at Lawrence Square. Actually, I was taking a pee when the lights flickered (or something like that). Thinking nothing of it, I finished and then headed for the elevator...which, for some reason, was not working. Down the stairs I went.
When I exited the building, it kind of looked like a scene from an Armageddon movie. I still didn't have a clue what was happening, but rest assured that I found out soon enough. The point here is that had I not heeded nature's call, I could have been stuck in an elevator for God knows how long.
A shooting occured at the intersection of Jane and Eglinton at about 7:00 p.m. I pass through that intersection everyday on my way home from work, and yesterday was no different - except for the fact that I did so right before the shooting happened. Not that I saw anything strange (other than skid marks leading to Eglinton Flats), but the fact that I could have been part of a crime scene isn't lost on me.
This is not the first close call I've had. When the infamous blackout happened in 2003, I was on my way out of the employment centre at Lawrence Square. Actually, I was taking a pee when the lights flickered (or something like that). Thinking nothing of it, I finished and then headed for the elevator...which, for some reason, was not working. Down the stairs I went.
When I exited the building, it kind of looked like a scene from an Armageddon movie. I still didn't have a clue what was happening, but rest assured that I found out soon enough. The point here is that had I not heeded nature's call, I could have been stuck in an elevator for God knows how long.
What's In A Name Change? (Part 2)
This blog hasn't existed one week yet, but I'm already contemplating a name change. Voulez-Vous Doucher Avec Moi sounded hilarious a few days ago, but I might be the only one in on the joke. I'm starting to think that My Life Would Suck Without Me would be a better fit in light of this blog's main subject - i.e. me and my life.
It would also be a cheeky reference to Kelly Clarkson, one of my favourite pop artists. I hope she doesn't sue me, but even if she does, I'll just remind her that I've been a loyal fan since Breakaway.*
By the way, if you're wondering why this is part 2, part 1 happened with my previous blog, Pitch Attack. I previously named it Silence Between The Notes, but that name was too common.
*I still love My December
It would also be a cheeky reference to Kelly Clarkson, one of my favourite pop artists. I hope she doesn't sue me, but even if she does, I'll just remind her that I've been a loyal fan since Breakaway.*
By the way, if you're wondering why this is part 2, part 1 happened with my previous blog, Pitch Attack. I previously named it Silence Between The Notes, but that name was too common.
*I still love My December
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