It’s an off week. What can I say?
I’m not ashamed to admit that Enchanted is one of those movies that plays all the time at my house. One of those that when I see it on Stars or Showtime or whatever station it is I leave it on. Amy Adams is so damned cute.
Correction. Amy Adams is damned adorable.
It’s a lame entry, but this part of the movie just makes me happy.
I can’t imagine why that would be frustrating at all — just because someone refuses to tell you what they’re thinking, even if all the while they’re making cryptic little remarks specifically designed to keep you up at night wondering what they could possibly mean… now, why would that be frustrating?
Twilight, Chapter 5, p.90
The challenge was create a mix of all the songs that remind you of Twilight. Not exactly a difficult task. I left out one song because it seemed rather cliche to the idea: Paramore’s CrushCrushCrush. It was the song I kept running through my head while reading, but it seemed too obvious when putting this together.
I can think of maybe two people who haven’t read the series. I don’t know what it was — they weren’t the best books ever, but they somehow sucked me in and I HAD to find out what was going to happen next.
So here it is, songs that remind me of Twilight. Get it here.
P.S.
I’m feeling awfully disjointed so this entry sucks.
Which is clearly just a figure of speech because I looked. It was October 8th. I have reasons. Mostly? I have had an “off” relationship with music. We broke up, as it were. I was in favor of quiet. Well, relative quiet. Windows open, allowing me to listen to cars go past, dogs breathe (and snore), cats play, and wind blow through the wind chimes outside my window. Also, there was something comforting in being able to hear the washer cycle through it’s 6 minute cycles every time a new load went in. The hum of the sewing machine, the low tone of a movie, the way keys click when you type.
Sometimes life makes music on it’s own.
Notable things, muscially:
Ludacris was on the Martha Stewart show. I love Martha (duh) and I love seeing Ludacris in different formats. It just amuses me because he manages to somehow smash that Rap star stereotype. Oh, and the man is a spiffy dresser.
The head of Deaf Jam records committed suicide in Atlanta on Saturday.
Christie’s is having an AWESOME music auction right now. Most notable is this, the Beastie Boys cover art. If you are wondering, yes, I’ve already put my bid page together and given it my handy Christie’s bidder person. (They do have an official title. I just can’t remember it.) I will be bidding on these two posters: New Order and The Clash/Sex Pistols.
MTV has started putting all their music video catalog online. Why can’t they just put them on tv instead of oh, I don’t know, all those reality tv shows? I mean they called themselves MUSIC television, yet MtV is where I go when I want to see poorly tattooed Asian midgets find love, try to guess who might be Paris Hilton’s BFF, and girls stick with their boyfriends even though their parents set them up on “dates” with better suitors. (Have you ever noticed the girls always stay with their boyfriends “because their parents hate them” and the boys always pick a new girlfriend on that show? It falls into my theory that boys are really sluts.)
Finally. I made a mix. I know, right?!? I’ve been off with music, but I had to make an End mix…and here it is if you’d like to give it a listen. It’s the companion mix to this one. I figured since I did falling in love, why not do breaking up?
Oh. And it’s election day. GO VOTE.
That is all.
