Juno & that addicting soundtrack!

Do, do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do-Do!

Everybody!

Do, do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do-Do!

Jeez. I am hooked. The CD is in my car. My iPod is charging next to bed, cued up to Juno, as its very own playlist. My computer doesn't play anything else. It's a music addiction! One that i've not experienced since i first got hooked on the whitestripes.

I sing it in the shower. The car, humming at the ATM. We sing it in the office, for crying-out-loud. It is bringing us closer together as we verbalize snatches of verses in an off-key way that is accurate!

Nothing like some simple music, simply sung with clever lyrics to reverberate among us. If you've not seen the film, please do. If you don't own the soundtrack, that should probably be rectified quick-like.

We sure our cute for two ugly people

I don't see what anybody sees, in anyone else...

But you.

Do, do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do-DO!

Jabba Time -

Time is a funny thing. Absense too.


I think of all the adages that apply to these two concepts and grow weary.


For those of you close to me know that for some time i was a complete mess over Jabba the Hutt (yes, that's a codename of course. & yeah, that may be fodder for another post, on how that name came to be. it isn't quite as mean as it sounds.). I think i can safely say that three years were spent hoping, wallowing and waiting over this particular person, one who i saw on a regular basis.

I then made the decision that I wasn't too proud of; I had to stay away.

This was a mix of emotions because eff it, just because someone is a jackass doesn't mean i have to stay away. That would mean that he won. But it got increasingly harder all the time, so i stopped. Originally i thought it was temporary, then it became a habit and then it was how it was. It has been over 2.5 years that i have stayed away. Oh, yes, there was the almost-sighting (i ducked, dork.) and there was opportunity, but i took the "this is your dance space, this is mine" to whole new levels.



I guess running into "that person" is inevitable. It happens eventually. I should be grateful it wasn't as i was leaving the gym, or running to the store for a last-minute ingredient wearing gnome flannel. i saw him at my company party, which i decided to treat like prom and actually put some effort into dressing the part (i had shiny, straight hair, false eyelashes, and a gold skirt. so i looked good, i think, but much more importantly i felt great.). It went fine, 1 minute of polite inquiries (once i recognized him after talking to him for 30 seconds) & a swatch of conversation later on & it was done.



And i thought; not too bad.



Until the drive home. Word to the wise, false eyelashes plus gobby-pent-up-unexpected tears equals not so much fun. These were the worse kinds of tears, a lethal combination of pity, anger at myself, frustration, lost time, more lost time as the waterworks continued to flow. As the mascara ran, i thought how a good cry is necessary. And it is nice to know i do have hidden emotions.


Sunday brought spasms of uncontrollable tears. In the middle of my voice lesson i completely broke down into hiccupping sobs (and we were staying away from love songs, especially ones of unrequited love!). Ironically, it was a good lesson, apparently i sing better when i am distracted.



My three best girls got to hear all about it (And it was really nothing). Thank you, M, S & S.

Today is calm and lovely. The rain has subsided, the sun is shining off the plump grey clouds & i've lunch plans, so that's nice. Jabba is miles away. Maybe that was closure. Maybe it was time.



Sorry for the stereotypical-girl lament. i just thought writing about it would be cathartic.

You must witness the Nokia Theater

No, really. You have to go & the sooner the better.
Even if i only sorta-kinda liked a group, i would go if they played this venue.
I've seen other postings that did not so-love the space. We sat about 30 rows back, dead center and well, friends, it was fan-freakin'-tastic. We were pretty damn close & the sound was absolutely amazing.

Last month i was able to see The Pretty Lady sing at the Nokia (Otherwise known as Tori Amos).
Now, i've been a devout fan since 14 to ms. tori and have seen her play in about four other venues. This, by far, was the best sound/show i've ever seen. So i will use the rest of this posting to go on about the show, but what really what made it stand out was the venue (We saw her peform the week before in OakTown & it was nice, but nothing. nothing. like this). The Nokia is the future of performance spaces; and the malt balls weren't bad either.

YouTube has an impressive list of numbers played, i'm getting chills listening to them as i type... And the fact that someone's iPhone recorded these and they sound pretty damn good third generation on my so-so computer speakers---Enough said.

One of the most amazing songs ever written about the ending of a relationship is Cooling, and this clip is awesome (There is an interlude, which for me is not my favorite, but the rest is bliss.).

Others worth checking out (really just because they are the best quality clips i could find):

Hey Jupiter.

Bells for Her

Yo George
Precious Things

Smokey Joe

Big Wheel Turning

Bouncing off of Clouds

The Waitress

So, we waited two years for this tour and it was definitely worth the wait. It seems there won't be another one for some time, sigh. Next time we are all going. To witness this genius woman do her thing is something i cherish and almost makes me believe in gods.

What the New Year Means to Me (A Short Essay)

2008! Great.

I hope you & yours have a kick-ass year! Hey, you survived the holiday season, so you are already off to a great start! So I thought i'd kick things off with "What a New Year means for Christine."

1) I will continue to write "2007" on all correspondence until March
2) I will have a list of resolutions that i will keep in mind, but not follow fully.
Example: Eat healthy & lose weight.
What that really means: I'll continue to eat healthy, but i'll also continue to eat chocolate, so.... there it is. And the smart thing to do would have "Ban chocolate eating." or "Cut-down on chocolate." But for those who have witnessed Christine cut-out coffee, it ain't a pretty sight. Chocolate would be, uhm, well, much worse.
3) I will weigh the pros & cons of internet dating and once again almost create a profile.
4) I will leave up the holiday decorations until the last week of February (White lights are for Valentine's Day too!).

And there it is, ladies & gentlemen. Not pretty, but that's my January in a nutshell.