Listening To: Miserable by LitYou know what I hate? I hate when people stare at me when they play a song for me, either on a stereo/computer or on a guitar. I'm always clueless as to what I'm supposed to do...smile and nod reverently? Clap my hands to the beat? Have my face suddenly light up, jerk my hands up high and say "YES! That song really DOES fucking ROCK!"?
So I intentionally look away or stare at the ceiling, keeping my face blank. Seriously, what an awkward fucking situation. And I'm always expected to comment on it afterwards, like "Wow, cool song. Thanks for playin' it, man.", when all I'm really thinking is "Hurry up and put on some make out music so this night doesn't end up totally fuckin' sucking" (or, for Bri-bri - "Play with my boobs or get the fuck out"...see, always thinking of you, buddy).
The worst, though, is when a guy makes me a mixed CD. These seem to have become the new flowers. While a thoughtful gesture, it is always followed with musical pop quizzes..."So, what songs on there did you like?"..."Yeah, remember? I put that on your CD." Why do I always have to affirm everyone else's musical tastes? I don't ask anyone else to make me feel good about listening to Mandy Moore or Sufjan Stevens. And I guess, to me, if I like a song, I'll tell you about it. The fact that I don't probably means that your CD totally blew, it did not fucking rock, and maybe next time you should make a mixed CD with the recipient in mind instead of just expounding on yourself and everything you like. AGAIN.
Yeah. I'm still a little amped up about this. Sorry.
28 Unicorn Trapper-Keepers:
I've never managed to get my hands around the mix CD thing. And now it's fuckers walking up to you with their iPod like they think they're in that scene in Garden State. "You gotta hear this one song, it'll change your life I swear." No it won't. I'm too busy reading this 15 year old issue of Highlights for Kids and pretending I don't know you. Now fuck off.
You should totally listen to Hockey Night. They rock and you know them. Yeah I will push my music on you. Like mine, like mine, like mine. If you don't, you suck and I still rock. Whatever, listen to Hockey Night. You know you want to. Their songs are about your life.... Which song do you like best? What does Renegades mean to you?
Okay, first of all, PAUL (or Alex, but I'm pretty sure this is Paul I'm speaking to) - I'm a little miffed that you came on here last time and insinuated that I had a crush on someone in your band. Didn't know "being nice" meant I had a "crush". Second, yes, fine...your band is awesome. I checked your stuff out right away. Would have been cooler if you would have told me who you were from the start, though, Mysterio...
Okay, see -- I dunno if its a boy thing or just a lunatic thing, but I'm totally THAT GUY. I'm a total mix-tape guy, I'm always playing music for my wife in the (frequently vain) hopes that she'll like it, and while I don't really LOOK at her while I play the song for her, I definitely DO both those things, a lot. All the time.
If it IS a guy thing, I think its a thing where they want the people they care about to share the stuff that they love. For some reason that's important to ME. Dunno why it is for other folks.
Amber:
Being nice means "I want to give you a blowjob."
At least, that's what I always hope it means.
It means that right?
Yep.
I've made mixed CDs before, like I made one for Future-Hubby for our first Christmas together (we'd only been together for 3 weeks). But I subscribe to the enlightened-High-Fidelity way of making a mixed CD -- to make one about what he likes, and not forcing my own music (helps that he and I like a lot of the same). It remains one of his favorite CDs.
Amber,
Usually when a girl thinks i'm singing a song while looking straight at her, she's kidding herself. Hey, those lights are bright. i can barely make any faces out at all. i just need someonewhere to look, so i pick a spot.
So normally, i would say, get over yourself. But in your case, u got me. I was totally looking right at u.
Love,
Prince
Jon's right: when you like somebody, you hope that THEY like what YOU like, a little bit at least. Then you have something in common, and you can get married and live happily ever after. Just 'cuz it's stupid doesn't mean it's not sweet.
But on the other hand, when you give someone a mix CD, you need to be prepared for anything. A gift that's given with strings attached is no kind of gift at all. Plus, chicks with their own opinions are hot.
So the next time some douche gives you a CD full of "meh," sit him down and show him the last three minutes of "High Fidelity." That'll larn 'im.
I don't think there's anything wrong with wanting the person you're into to dig the shit that you dig. I'm amongst the least cool people on the planet, so take what I say with a grain of salt (as I'm sure you already do), but there's something about the mix CD or iPod ear rape thing that strikes me as overeager. "PLEASE! Oh, for the love of God, like what I like!!" I usually play that out lower key. I'll have what I like playing in the car when I pick her up, or playing in the background at my house. If she sparks up and says, "I love this song!" that's a great bonus connection. If she doesn't seem to pay it mind, then no biggie. Plus there is the advantage of the other person not being put on the spot to deliver a verdict or white lie about your fave song or band. But yes, I would be crushed if she piped up and said, "Fancy wet trash! What the fuck is this horse shit we're listening to???"
You know what I hate? Self important bloggers.
My original High Fidelity comment appears to have been lost.
Oh well. Because your readers are so in tune, others brought it up.
Tim Robbins getting cranked with an air conditioner is about the funniest scene ever.
As for Amber's self-importance, that's irrelevant. She's important to me, love of boy band pop and all.
If you don't like it, as Extreme would say, Get the Funk Out.
(Oooh, lame musical reference. But they rock...?)
You know what I like Anon?
Self important bloggers that want to give me a blowjob.
Unfortunately that won't happen with this self important blogger as she has already posted about her bj objections.
However...AMBER...you might make note that I'd like alittle freaking attention here.
You're doing your "I'm not paying you any attention so you crave my attention and then beg for it in a public forum"
Well I'm not falling for it.
First,
Anon, I hate myself for my own self important blog. A recent entry has me blabbering on about the color of my shit and how the IRS taxes it. And I know you cannot be speaking of Amber.
Amber, Should we ever meet, and should you ask me to perform for you or should I just indulge myself and perform asked or not, please turn around and bend over---I'd like to play to your ass. If that is not ok then lifting up your shirt and letting me serenade the girls also works for me.
Redick,
You are now passe. Thats it, she's a city girl now with city guys. You'll have to look elswhere for you blowjobs.
King Shocka Khan
Anon...I hate self-important bloggers , too. Which is why,if you ever took the time to figure out (which you should, since you're on here ALL THE TIME, moron...and yes, I DO know who you are), I make fun of myself on here ALL THE TIME.
Second - to Jonny, Feb, Jeremy, and Frog Princess - playing songs for your WIFE and LONG-TIME girlfriend/boyfriend is awesome. If I'm in a serious relationship, I totally dig that shit. I WANT to know what songs they like, and I want them to know what songs I like, because music is important to me. What I'm talking about in this post is more the 1-3 date type thing, where you're still trying to figure out their last name. And Jeremiah said it best...it is kind of like ear rape...you're being forced to respond to something you would rather not, and that's what I resent.
2nd Anon/or Formerly Known As Prince - this post is SO not directed towards you.
And to everyone who referenced High Fidelity - you got it. YOU GOT IT!
Redirt. You're right. That's exactly what I'm trying to do. Try to understand, though...Hippo sent me a birthday present. You did not. And just for the record...You're TOTALLY falling for it. I win. Tough break.
Hippo...I love you.
even better than the mix tape is the tape of a song they WROTE FOR YOU. i think the worst one i ever got was called something like "trixie the sunchaser." such a sweet gesture but come on--i deserve a better song than that!
Hedy, did it sound like Danzig?
Why don't you ban anonymous comments? There's a lil' setting on your comments tab on Blogger that allows you to block 'em, so the dickwad who keeps posting on here would be barred for LIFE.
Amber:
Why don't you send Hippo a 'thanks for giving a shit about me' letter in the mail?
I'm sure he'd love to recieve the attention.
I know, Jon, and I've thought about it before. There's only one big thing that stops me, though...I have a handful of readers that only feel comfortable commenting if it's anonymously. Now I know, and you know, that they can make up a name and post under "Other", but I don't know if some of them know that, and I don't really want to take that chance - they're important to me. So, the bottom line is this - fuck the dickwad. Every time he comments on here, either I or a handful of my readers verbally kick him in the face. I would rather have a handful of readers comment on the blog about something worthy and deal with one dick than lose all of those worthy comments just so I didn't have to deal with him anymore.
Dear Amber,
You are so welcome for the gift. Was it "Perfect?"
If only Redick could be so considerate. He's young, theres time.
BTW, Redick, my kids vaca is next week. Movie NIGHT ON!!!
Second, I'm glad I did not buy season tix. Christ, I looked at the score and I thought I'd have to have been paid to have watched that pathetic game last night.
King Shocka Khan
The baby Jesus wants you to come to Bingo tonight...jus sayin'!
King Shocka:
Please fill me in on what it was you ever so thoughtfully purchased for our mutual friend, Amber Carter.
Tell me...did you gift wrap it?
jeremy, no it didn't sound like danzig. it sounded like upbeat beepy techno crap.
amber, not only does the baby jesus want you to come to bingo tonight, so does his holy mother mary.
Aww, I so wanted to come to Bingo tonight, too! But hopefully next week I'll make it...plus, someone needs to write me an email and tell me the time and location. If I can, I will so be there...if not, then I will SO be there the week after the next!
Well Redick, indeed I did wrap that PERFECT gift...I wrapped in dried and dyed hippo hide.
In on of our late friend..that you and jackboot killed.
King Shocka Khan
I'll be there just after 7pm tonight. Feel free to eat before I get there. Feel free to drink tequilla before I get there. Do not start the movie before I get there.
Mix CD's are so impersonal. A mix-tape on the other hand is a sign of love. Especially if hours and hours were put into creating the perfect tape case insert.
Well, after 27 comments I don't think I have anything new to really add. When my wife and I were first dating I decided to actually make her three CDs of music I liked. This was due to the fact that we lived in separate states and I felt it would help her to know me better. I also feel that if you try to expose people to music that they don't normally hear it may cause them to be happy or at least introduce them to an artist they might really like. My wife actually had never heard of Sufjan Stevens until I introduced him to her because there is no radio station that ever plays good independent artists like him. I don't know...I'll shut up now.
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