new wave, old water

I love that the thrill of finding new music.
That instant addiction.
That tidal wave of new sound.
untapped and untamed,
just waiting to take you under.

♥

On That Note;
this is me following through on a promise to a wonderfully talented friend of mine I met this summer out west, a young man named mr. james struthers. Upon hearing his magic in musical form I promised I'd whore his music out to everyone I know, so in that case (I'm going to pretend for a minute that people actually read this...) here he is. While his acoustic cover of RKelly's ignition is nothing less than genius, his original stuff is equally beautiful and I highly recommend you check it out.

http://www.myspace.com/jamesstruthers

primetime survival

As if the world hasn't said it enough, but I think it must be said once more;

Thank the sweet baby jesus for bringing us Glee!

As obnoxiously prevalent as this show is becoming, I can't help but think that it was created specifically for me and quite likely by my 6-year-old inner child. And even though the increasingly ubiquitous presence of the music, moves, words, and steps is spreading like wildfire across generations and getting horribly annoying and tediously repetitive... It still remains amazing. Every single broadway-drenched reference that would fly over the heads of anyone less than well-versed in musical dramedy rings so clear to me, it's unbelievable. Hilarity and harmony and hot men singing showtunes, it's really all a girl could ask for.

That being said NPH may have brought everything to a new level. Dream On indeed, duets like that don't come around every day. Let alone twice in one episode... I dreamed a dream of everything I love rolled into 47 minute intervals. Let us take a look at some truly excellent moments from this past slice of awesomeness, shall we?....

"I sound like someone put tap shoes on a horse and then shot it."

"You can't feed a child sheet music. I mean I suppose you could for a while... but they'd be dead within a month."

"I have a box of playbills hidden away in my basement, will.... LIKE PORN!"

"Are you saying that you're fathers impregnated Patti Lupone in the Marriot in Akron? Was Mandy Patinkin in on this?"

Ahhaha, magic.

sweetness never suits me

"when you showed up,
you showed up right on time.

an elegant sweetheart that just blew my mind
I guess the keys to my castle had always been there
there for the taking, but nothing could prepare me...

boy, one look at you and I was hooked. and then,

thunder and beds and the earthquake shook
burned all the pages, and re-wrote the book
stole my soul with a laugh and a look

with your-heart shaped lips and my breath that you took"

hello sunshine

have you ever held your breath, and asked yourself; "will it ever get better than tonight?"

because I have. only, when one night last five sunrises, and four days feels like one endless daydream, you find yourself mentally chanting it every second. this isn't real life. this can't be happening, because it can't be fair to anyone that I can be this happy in a single moment. in every single moment. because it's every level of perfection that you can't help to consume and won't want to escape.

there's nothing like a snowstorm on sunshine. sizzles in the tundra, a scorch through a blizzard. frozen springtime overflowing with cheap kicks, free thrills, and magic waiting to happen. just three hundred and sixty some-odd until the fireworks ignite again, and next time they're gonna run wild, four months of forest fire.

because some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies.*