So lonely

Apr. 27th, 2007 08:56 pm
Today, on my way to meet Erika Christiansen for lunch at Zebulon (located in a shady San Francisco alley), I got a stern barking to by a pit bull belonging to a homeless man. Freaked me out! Then on my way back, I saw this woman lying in a doorway, vomit by her feet and by her mouth. It looked as though she fell and dropped a Jamba Juice cup. Her clothes were clean, but she had large, dirty hands - in fact, I thought she was a man at first. I called 911, and the dispatcher told me to talk to her. I asked her if she needed medical help and she shook her head without opening her eyes. The 911 voice said, "Well thanks for calling." It made me sad, what a lonely world we live in. The mother in me feels as though there should be an organization, like a hospital, that will come clean up your vomit, pick you up off the sidewalk and wash your face and hands, put you in a nice bed to sleep.

I know it's possibly her own fault and she drank herself into a stupor, and that no one but her can help her kick her addictions. But still, it's sad. I would like to think if I was lying on a San Francisco sidewalk, one of my friends would find me, pick me up and carry me to their apartment, make me some soup. I feel that I know enough people that could happen, and I'm grateful.




You know all those people who could pay $100 to see the Police reunion, I'll bet maybe 5 percent of them like the Police the way I do. I'm guessing it's all guys who like to bellow, "ROOOOOOOOOXXXXXXXX-Anne!" and women who think "Every Breath You Take" is the most romantic song ever, and all those millions of people who bought the Police Greatest Hits for those two songs. I'll bet most of them weren't reading transcendentalists in a wood-paneled apartment while spinning old Polices LPs and singing along to "Bombs Away" and "Man in a Suitcase" and "So Lonely." Yeah, that was me. I just remembered: I love the Police a lot. Damn. Who's with me?

Music that's really good:

Thee More Shallows' new record

http://www.myspace.com/theemoreshallows
theemoreshallows.com

The Coma Lilies (reference to Memento Mori, I love it)

http://www.myspace.com/thecomalilies
thecomalilies.com

Juan Prophet Organization:

http://www.myspace.com/juanprophetorganization
juanprophet.org




Mary Timony is really nice. I'm starting to like "The Magic City" and "Mountains," too.
OK, I'm actually digging this CD I got for my baby nieces (and uploaded to my iTunes).

Rockabye Baby: Lullaby Renditions of U2

The cover with a teddy bear in a "War" hat is worth a click alone. But seriously, this CD's got some really gorgeous toy-instrument sounds going on. "New Year's Day" is surprisingly moving. I would recommend listening to it without babies around, too.

From Amazon:

f you've been operating under the impression that songs with the word "bloody" in the title can't make for good lullabies, guess again: given the Baby Rock treatment, "Sunday Bloody Sunday" sounds infant-tested, sandman-approved. And, more important, not even the tiniest bit absurd. With their glockenspiels, vibraphones, and mellotrons, the Baby Rock magicians have spun sweetness and a soothing vibe into everything from "Smells Like Teen Spirit" to "Stairway to Heaven"; given the unthinkable nature of those undertakings, this one seems almost too easy. "All I Want is You" is a little on the snuggly side to begin with, after all, and so is "The Sweetest Thing." No matter how high the bar is set, what's consistent about this series is its knack for getting eyelids to drooping and rock fans to chuckling: Bono and the Sandman make for strange bedfellows, but entertaining ones. --Tammy La Gorce
firebreath613: (realshirley)
[livejournal.com profile] neutron_x, I think you'd appreciate this.

So my last day in NYC, I had meeting at the Conde Nast building in Times Square. I was a bit early, so I was walking around, and I noticed a bunch of cop cars parked on Broadway. I realized a live band was playing, right outside the Hard Rock Cafe, and it sounded like the cheesiest blues rock imaginable.

As I got closer, I realized it wasn't associated with the Hard Rock Cafe at all, but an all Navy cover band, playing outside the Armed Forces Recruitment Center, which apparently has a bunker under the median. This band, led by a woman, the members in their sailor blues, was totally butchering "I Feel Good."

THEN, and this is amazing part, the woman, who had been trying to pull a white-girl Aretha, explained that they were all offical Navy musicians, and they also have this band, blah blah blah ... and now, they're going to play a rockin' song.

They started playing "Holiday" by Green Day. My mouth fell open. Because for those of you who have been wisely ignoring mainstream radio or the latest Green Day records, "Holiday" is an anti-war anti-Bush song.

And they played it all, word-for-word. "Holiday" goes like this:


Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an armageddon flame (Hey!)
The shame, the ones who died without a name

Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called Faith and Misery (Hey!)
And bleed, the company lost the war today

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday

Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protestor has crossed the line (Hey!)
To find, the money's on the other side

Can I get another Amen? (Amen!)
There's a flag wrapped around a score of men (Hey!)
A gag, A plastic bag on a monument

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday

hey!

3, 4!

The representative from California has the floor...

(At this point Navy lady took on a metal/hard-core punk growl)

Sieg Heil to the president gasman,
Bombs away is your punishment!
Pulverize the Eiffel towers
who criticize your government!
Bang bang goes the broken glass and,
Kill all the fags that don't agree!
Triumph by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just cause, just cause, because we're outlaws yeah!

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives

This is our lives on holiday


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I mean, what the hell? How how how can you sing that and not know what it means? I mean maybe the irony was missed, but I would think the Nazi reference SHOULD give it away.

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