I always joke about it. My iPod knows just what I need to hear. It doesn't happen all of the time, but sometimes it does, and it totally weirds me out.
The other morning I got to work and I felt HORRIBLE. I hadn't slept for shit, I had forgotten my coffee at home, I was too broke to buy a cup of coffee, and I pretty much wanted to stab everyone right in the face. So I put in my earbuds and proceeded to read documents. And by read documents I mean write blog entries.
The first song that played was Sister by Jawbreaker. It was a good peppy number to get my blood pumping. Then Come Back by Sally Seltmann, a nice slow one to settle me in. After that Wet Blanket by Metric. I love Emily Haines to bits. She is definitely one of my favorite female vocalists. Then came the kicker: Do You Wanna Touch Me by Joan Jett. I can not even begin to express how much I love this woman. I would totally make out with Joan Jett. Hard.
I guess I've had music on the brain lately hence all these music related posts. But sometimes I actually think my iPod is psychic dammit. I joke about it with my friend Patrick all of the time. He's a believer. He knows the phenomenon of which I speak.
One day when I was really sad my iPod played all bluesy, jazzy great stuff like Nina Simone, Anita O' Day, Billie Holiday, and Dinah Washington. Nothing else. Another time when I was angry it was all At The Gates, Meshuggah, Mastodon, and the Ramones. You feel me iPod? I know ya do!
I'm keeping this one short because that day up there I'm talking about in past tense, is actually right now. Just looking at the white screen is messing with this lovely migraine I'm starting to get. No more bloggy for Melanie today.
Except to go COMPLETELY off topic and say I just called a guy I don't like, "Shorty McAssface." I love that I'm so very mature.
Instead of a happy picture of the day, you should check out this video of my friend Patrick and his bandmate Greg, in their band The Freebadge Serenaders. They are performing Solitary Man, at a Neil Diamond tribute show. Good lord I love Neil Diamond. And we all know I love me some Patrick. Freebadge Serenaders - Solitary Man
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Neil Diamond rocks! Okay, he doesn't. He kind of just meanders along but he's still a legend!
ReplyDeleteCome on, sing it with me...
♪Song sung blues, everybody knows one...♫
Sorry, too much caffeine. :D
I so love Neil Diamond. It makes no sense. That man is magical.
DeleteSorry your feeling crappy! Hope you are feeling better soon.
ReplyDeleteI actually feel better. I stayed home today to get some rest and it's been really nice.
DeleteHope your migraine gets better :(
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Kellie. I feel much better now.
DeleteI can't listen to Neil Diamond without thinking of my grandpa, as he LOVED him. So, it makes me sad and makes me happy, as I miss him ;)
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I don't have an iPod, but sometimes a song can come on at the exact moment you know that you need it. Either I start crying or I start dancing--sometimes both at the same time. Hope you feel better!
There are certain old country songs that I am that way about 'cause of my gram.
DeleteThere are some songs that make me start crying too. I avoid those while in public if possible. I feel much better today. Thanks Abby. I've missed you.
"Shorty McAssface." Hahahaha. That's awesome! I hope you got to call him that to his face
ReplyDeleteI would so say it directly to him. He is the personification of a shorty mcassface.
DeleteI hope you are feeling better by now!!! I am desperately trying to catch up with my fave blogs after having been buried for two weeks under school stuff. Bleh. Very little sleep+working nonstop+no bloggy/writing time= crabby me. So I am enjoying every second of my 'break' to peruse my blog peeps!
ReplyDeleteI have had this very same thing happen quite often, and the first I really noticed it was on my solo road trip. It happened over and over and over and I attributed it to God trying to tell me something, or just to make me smile or to let me know He was there. In fact, the first time this happened, I was blazing down the road one spring day with the sunroof open, and Pete Townsend's song, "Let My Love Open the Door' and I KNEW it was God's song to me. I mean I knew it like it had been tattooed on my forehead. To this day, that is His lovesong to me. :) So I totally 'get it'.
Speaking of ipods and music and such - it's September, woman. Have we decided on a song for our coast-to-coast kitchen dance?
:)
I am feeling better. Thanks hon!
DeleteOoooh, that is a GOOD song.
We have not. I'm going to let you choose. I'll dance to anything. Badly. And people will laugh. And that's really what it's all about. :)
i am psychic about music,,, love to listen it all the time.
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