I think we can all agree that the most important part of any diet/exercise regime is the workout playlist. I mean, the wrong song can literally RUIN YOUR DIET. So, as I re-focus on my health by eating better and working out more, my primary concern is my workout playlist. Currently, it looks like this:
Bangarang – Skrillex
Let’s Have A Kiki – Scissor Sisters
Run The World (Girls) – Beyonce
Pretty Girl Rock – Keri Hilson
Funky Cold Medina – Tone Loc
Whip My Hair – Willow Smith
We No Speak Americano – Yolanda Be Cool
Jump – Kris Kros
Roar – Katy Perry
MotownPhilly – Boyz II Men
Work B**ch – Britney Spears
The Breaks – Kurtis Blow
Bom Bom – Sam and the Womp
Hey Ya- OutKast
Now, I’m pretty happy with this playlist….for now, but I’m pretty sure after a couple weeks, it’s going to get old. So, I’m turning to you, my darling contrarians, for suggestions. What’s your favorite workout songs?
I have this thing that I love, and it’s when musicians cover other musicians music. I don’t know why I love that so much but I really really do.
At BBC Radio 1′s Live Lounge a couple week ago, a band I really like, Kings of Leon covered Robyn. Full disclosure, Robyn’s “Robyn Is Here” was the first album I ever bought with my own money. AND I LOVED IT. And I continue to love here to this day. To. This. Day.
Basically this is two of my favorite things combined and I might have clapped after I heard it. By “might have” I meant “enthusiastically” and also, I was at work.
Do you have some favorite covers to share??
Austin City Limits (ACL) is coming up in less than a month and it’s got me thinking. They should make an ACL shirt that says “The Hill Country Is Alive With The Sound of Music.”
Because, it’s like “The hills are alive with the sound of music” from The Sound Of Music, but you add “country” in there because we’re in the hill country. And also it’s a music festival.
I should get paid for this.
When I was 16 or so, I really really wanted to go to the Nickleback concert.
It’s true. Shameful, but true. I liked Nickleback. I liked them so much I was willing to part with 40 of my hard earned waitressing dollars, to see them perform live. Personally, I would like to chalk this up to the follies of youth. Also, I liked Creed. Feel free to point and laugh and me, but those bands both made a LOT of money so I know I’m not alone here. Alone in admitting it perhaps….
Anyway, I didn’t go to the Nickleback concert. Why? Because my parents were convinced that the band’s name was Nicklebag , which was a clear drug reference and the parents contrary don’t cotton to drug use y’all.
So, thanks Mom and Dad. Because I can honestly say I’ve never been to a Nickleback concert, which means all the cool kids at the coffee shop will still talk to me…for like 10 minutes until I reveal myself in all my uncoolness, but those 10 minutes of brief cool-adjacentness are all because of y’all.
Basically, my thought today is that this song it totally an ice-cream allegory for sex amiright?
Well done Mr. Sykes.
In the order in which they were thought….
1. “Led Zeppelin never won one of these? Really?!”
2. “New life goal- to win a “Best New Artist” Grammy for my spoken word album.”
3. ” I could totally do this. But probably not.”
And that’s pretty much how my Sunday night went.
Last weekend was one of my favorite weekends of the year, Austin City Limits weekend, and the line-up this year was pretty spectacular. The act I was most looking forward too, however, was Florence + The Machine. I’ve been wanting to see them live for ages and ages and ages and finally it happened, and it one of my favorite venues. Kismet! Serendipity! Aligned stars!
And then Florence Welch put a spell on me. If you haven’t seen Florence + The Machine live, the best way I can explain Florence Welch is that she is like a very powerful wood nymph. She floats, she flits, she glows, she BELTS IT OUT. She is magical and she puts a spell on everyone in her performing presence. She rubbed glitter from a fans face on to hers. She put a ring of daisies around her head and declared “Happy Festival!” to us all. She counted to three and every single person in the crowd jumped up and down. For real. She demanded “human sacrifice” and people cheered. (Of course, by human sacrifice, she meant “climb up on on someone’s shoulders” although that totally could have turned into a accident that resulted in actual human sacrifice….) Her voice was heavenly. She never once complained about the heat. I don’t think she was even sweating, probably because wood nymphs don’t sweat.
It was my absolute favorite concert of all time. Unfortunately, because I was under a spell, I didn’t take any pictures or record any soundbites. All I have are beautiful dreamlike memories and sore legs from jumping up and down. Seriously y’all, it was magic.
This does look a bit suspicious….
When you date a Professor of Geography, you learn a lot of things. For instance, you learn that the band Journey was probably just a cover for serial killers. Captain Thoughtful (or should I say Professor Captain Thoughtful?) clued me on this one day when I was singing along (loudly) to “Don’t Stop Believing”.
Me: Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit…
Professor Captain Thoughtful: Did you know there is no such place as South Detroit? It’s just Lake Erie.
Me: Thanks for ruining the moment.
Later, as I was pondering on why Professor Captain Thoughtful would want to hurt me by questioning Journey lyrics, it occurred to me that he was right. (I may have looked at a map). But that he totally didn’t even realize that hundreds of thousands of people have probably drowned in Lake Erie looking for “South Detroit”. Then I wondered why I hadn’t heard of any PSAs about how “South Detroit” isn’t a place and that if you go looking for it and aren’t a strong swimmer you are totally going to drown in Lake Erie, and why in the world had Journey not released another song clarifying that “South Detroit” is really Lake Erie? Slowly, it occurred to me that Journey wanted people to keep making that mistake and drowning in Lake Erie, because they are ACTUALLY SERIAL KILLERS. This is there signature kill, and it’s really the perfect cover because no one would ever suspect them. Journey may be the most prolific serial killers in history.
Last night, I went to see The Black Keys play live here in Austin. They killed it. But, more importantly, they owe me money. Why? Well, as many of you will remember, when I reviewed El Camino right here on this blog, I mentioned that my favorite track on the album was ‘Gold On The Ceiling’. I also mentioned that I thought that song should be playing while I was involved in some sort of a car chase. Low and behold, last night, as they played ‘Gold On The Ceiling’ they showed a car chase on the screen behind them. Well, it was less of a car chase and more of just a speeding car, but I still believe I am owed compensation. I expect my money forthwith. And yes, yes I do understand that I am only validating the lyrics to their song because, hell yeah, I want some of their “gold on the ceiling”.
By the by, The Black Keys really were absolutely stellar last night and if any band had to steal my idea for a video based on their music, I’m glad it was them.
I love musicals. I really really love musicals. But the thought struck me that I may be overdoing it on the musicals when I realized that I structure my days around songs from musicals.
In the morning, while I’m getting ready for work, I sing this-
When I get to work, I’m always humming this-
At lunchtime, I sing this song, usually in my head but occasionally out loud on accident.
If I need a bit of a pick-me-up in the afternoon, I sing this-
For no other reason than I love it, I pretty much always sing this song on my way home from work.
And obviously, before bed, I sing-
So, I’m thinking it’s maybe odd to mark your day by singing songs from musicals. Or maybe not. Maybe it’s a thing lots of people do. But, probably not.