I've been trying to bust out of my blogging rut for a while. Today I stumbled upon Magchunk, Sweetie Pie Pumpkin Noodle, and You Are My Fave's Blog Music Party Week and figured that's just what I needed to get back to blogging regularly again. I've missed two days but will get to Monday's and Tuesday's topics eventually. In addition to being just the motivation I need to blog again, it's also an awesome way to stumble upon more really nifty blogs by checking out who else is in on the party. So enjoy my selections and then check out the rest of the party people. Oh and if you have a blog, come join the party!
Today's Blog Music Party topic is favorite songs from/used in movies. I went a little crazy. There's lots. Hope you enjoy! Comment if you disagree with any of my obviously awesome choices or think I forgot anything.
Invisible Circus "Hot Rod Lincoln"
I was briefly obsessed with this movie. This scene was one of my favorite.
A Lot Like Love "If you leave me now"
This move is totally underrated. I kind of hate Ashton Kutcher but he is so likable in this. And Amanda Peet is just awesome in everything she does.
Dirty Dancing "Time of My Life"
Upon recent viewing I'm absolutely loving the scenes with Baby's parents. First of all, RIP Jerry Orbach, he was an amazing actor. Second, I love when he jumps out of his seat after Johnny jumps off the stage. Hilarious! Thirdly, it is so very rad that Emily Gilmore was Baby's mom. Lady got moves. Lastly, when Johnny sings along and wrinkles up his nose as he dances with Baby (approx 4:12) = love.
Reality Bites "My Sharona"
Makes me want to chop off my hair. I can't watch this movie. Totally brilliant.
Almost Famous "Tiny Dancer"
Of course.
Breakfast at Tiffany's "Moon River"
Of course.
Garden State "New Slang"This was amazing once so it makes the list. Plus, Natalie Portman = love.
10 Things I Hate About You "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" This is sad now.
The Breakfast Club "We are not alone" Less for the song, more for the dancing.
Ferris Bueller's Day Off "Twist and Shout"Just pure awesomeness.
Rent "Seasons of Love"I can't lie. I used to be a Rent-head and I seriously shed a tear when I first saw this opening scene in the theater.
Empire Records "If You Want Blood" Honorable mentions: "Sugar High," "Say No More Mon Amour," closing scene dancing on the roof to "This is the Day," AJ and Corey making out to "'Til I Hear it From You"
Pippi Longstocking "Theme"Memories.
Elizabethtown - various songs This is from the scene after Orlando Bloom gets his "very special map" and listens to the mix tapes Kirsten Dunst has made. The below clip is a part of this scene. It's also dubbed over. It's all kind of hilarious.
Newsies "King of New York" Awesome. Also, Christian Bale = yum
I couldn't find clips for these but they should be included Say Anything "In Your Eyes" - iconic boombox scene; Igby Goes Down "The Weight" - with visual of Igby on the airplane at end of movie; Love Actually "Both Sides Now" - when Emma Thompson's character listens it to it after finding out Sirius Snape gave the necklace to some other chick. that scene gets me every time.
On a semi-related note, in trying to find clips on YouTube I stumbled upon my absolute favorite childhood movie "Wrinkles in Need of Cuddles." The entire movie is on YouTube. Below is the first third of the movie. I didn't include it with the above list because I couldn't pick one song out of all of this awesomeness. Seriously.
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
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Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
the bruises were fist kisses
spending time together is easy when you spend so much time apart. i gave up my freedom but i gained a second heart.
second heart is all i need this fall cuz you know i need someone to sing me to sleep.
making good decisions is easy when you haven't got a choice. telephone turn on sunshine when it sends you the right voice.
hello to the angry phone bill. they charge for my whole life. wise man, he once told me, cut the cord with a kitchen knife.
kitchen knife is all i need this fall cuz you know i need someone to sing me to
...zzz...
credit where credit is due.
"the bruises were fist kisses" accredited to Ben White
photos by alex johnson
lyrics - "Coupla Easy Things" Bishop Allen
i brought you this
wheat toast
go there. seriously. for the following reasons.
need another reason? fine, one more.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Everyone's disguised just a little bit.
I bought the dress for $15 at that vintage store in Montpelier.
I tried it on and it fit perfectly. I was amazed. Home-made. 1950's. It was clear it wasn't just a 1950's style but actually from the 50's. Otherwies the sleeves would have been shortened. The hem above the knee, not below. Stitches were stretching. Buttons fell off long ago.
"Be careful when you wash this," she said with a smile when she handed me the bag.
I held up the dress outside to show Jill. She gave a look that made it clear she was following the if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all rule. I folded the dress back up and placed it in the bag. I didn't care. The dress was mine.
I wore the dress today. It seemed an odd choice. For Wolf Parade. I wore the dress today.
At work, everyone smiled and said nice things. For the first time in a month she spoke to me. "French schoolgirl. Gorgeous dress!"
We went to the show. I felt out of place but didn't care. Alex and I made our way to the front and waited. We danced in place. Happy to be just out of way for the more aggressive fans.
"Just be careful guys. With the 'moshing.' Just be respectful and try to be nice." Spencer said. "I mean that wasn't even a fast song."
The $7 beer hit me fast - my bladder anyway. I pushed my way to the back, behind the bar, to the bathroom. Crowds of people. Standing. Listening. Some pushing forward to get to the bar, me in the opposite direction. Two guys push forward. The second texts away. Gawd, pay attention where you're going guy, I think. He looks up and stares me down. Do I know you, I wonder. Because seriously dude, wtf? He stares me down some more as I push through.
I make my way back to Alex. Fists pump in the air and we sing along. You know I'll believe in anything and you'll believe in anything because nobody knows you and nobody gives a damn either way.
We walk back to Columbus Circle and part ways. I take the D to Herald Square and take the stairs to the PATH. A train sits waiting. It's 11:07 and the train doesn't list a destination. Everyone boards. I assume, it being past 11 and with no one waiting on the platform that the train will make all stops. After 14th street I realize some people are left on the platform after the doors close. At 9th I wonder if maybe this is just a Hoboken train. At Christopher I debate getting up to check but don't move. At Hoboken I follow the crowd out. There are two trains sitting. I board the 33rd street train with everyone else. Frustrated to have to return to Christopher Street to get back to Jersey. Realizing that at that point the trains will only be running the late night schedule and I'll be right back in that spot in another twenty minutes. I sit and wait. As the doors are about to close on the empty train across the platform I realize it is the WTC train, making a stop at Pavonia Newport. I quickly exit the train and make my way across the platform. I get on the train just as the door closes behind me. I realize as I sit that the train isn't as empty as I thought.
His jeans are ripped and I feel him watching me as I sit down. I go back to reading my book.
"This train goes to Connecticut, right?" Even from across the car I can see that he has a good smile.
"Eventually." I didn't know what to say. I smile hoping he didn't hear my failed attempt at a joke. I focus back on my book.
I realize he's moved to the seat across from me before I even look up. Upon closer inspection I realize his eyes are just as good as his smile. He's young but not too young. Teen Beat cute but with just the right amount of roughness around the edges.
"Going to New York?" He has a nice voice.
I shake my head. "Jersey."
"From Jersey to Jersey?"
"No New York to Jersey. Wrong train. Long story."
He asks where I work. Where I live. Where he lives. We exchange vague locations. New York. Jersey City. New York. He was coming from Hoboken. Fun, he says. Sure, I say.
"I like your dress."
"Thanks," I smile.
"You have a really nice smile."
"Thanks," my smile bigger.
"Do you have a boyfriend."
"Yeah, I do." my smile biggest.
I think of the times I've lied to that question. Easier to lie than to explain to a complete stranger that my lack of a boyfriend is not an open invitation. I wonder if I would've lied to him.
"Does he live with you?" A look as if he realizes that it's a strange question to ask just a little too late.
"Nope. He lives in Virginia."
"That's no good."
I shake my head, "no good at all."
"Why does your boyfriend live in Virginia?"
"That's a really good question," I admit.
"Have you ever asked yourself that question?" his smile doesn't fade.
"All the time," neither does mine.
We pull into the station.
"This is my stop," I nod towards the exit. "Good luck getting to New York."
"Good luck with your boyfriend."
I smile to myself as I cross the platform and wait for the Journal Square train. Wolf Parade plays in my head, wishing that I had cell service underground. I wonder if it'll be too late to call by the time I get to Journal Square.
I think about the boy in Virginia. The one who thinks I have a nice smile. The one who would think I looked pretty in this dress. Because this heart's on fire and it's getting better all the time. I think about him and I smile.
I tried it on and it fit perfectly. I was amazed. Home-made. 1950's. It was clear it wasn't just a 1950's style but actually from the 50's. Otherwies the sleeves would have been shortened. The hem above the knee, not below. Stitches were stretching. Buttons fell off long ago.
"Be careful when you wash this," she said with a smile when she handed me the bag.
I held up the dress outside to show Jill. She gave a look that made it clear she was following the if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all rule. I folded the dress back up and placed it in the bag. I didn't care. The dress was mine.
I wore the dress today. It seemed an odd choice. For Wolf Parade. I wore the dress today.
At work, everyone smiled and said nice things. For the first time in a month she spoke to me. "French schoolgirl. Gorgeous dress!"
We went to the show. I felt out of place but didn't care. Alex and I made our way to the front and waited. We danced in place. Happy to be just out of way for the more aggressive fans.
"Just be careful guys. With the 'moshing.' Just be respectful and try to be nice." Spencer said. "I mean that wasn't even a fast song."
The $7 beer hit me fast - my bladder anyway. I pushed my way to the back, behind the bar, to the bathroom. Crowds of people. Standing. Listening. Some pushing forward to get to the bar, me in the opposite direction. Two guys push forward. The second texts away. Gawd, pay attention where you're going guy, I think. He looks up and stares me down. Do I know you, I wonder. Because seriously dude, wtf? He stares me down some more as I push through.
I make my way back to Alex. Fists pump in the air and we sing along. You know I'll believe in anything and you'll believe in anything because nobody knows you and nobody gives a damn either way.
We walk back to Columbus Circle and part ways. I take the D to Herald Square and take the stairs to the PATH. A train sits waiting. It's 11:07 and the train doesn't list a destination. Everyone boards. I assume, it being past 11 and with no one waiting on the platform that the train will make all stops. After 14th street I realize some people are left on the platform after the doors close. At 9th I wonder if maybe this is just a Hoboken train. At Christopher I debate getting up to check but don't move. At Hoboken I follow the crowd out. There are two trains sitting. I board the 33rd street train with everyone else. Frustrated to have to return to Christopher Street to get back to Jersey. Realizing that at that point the trains will only be running the late night schedule and I'll be right back in that spot in another twenty minutes. I sit and wait. As the doors are about to close on the empty train across the platform I realize it is the WTC train, making a stop at Pavonia Newport. I quickly exit the train and make my way across the platform. I get on the train just as the door closes behind me. I realize as I sit that the train isn't as empty as I thought.
His jeans are ripped and I feel him watching me as I sit down. I go back to reading my book.
"This train goes to Connecticut, right?" Even from across the car I can see that he has a good smile.
"Eventually." I didn't know what to say. I smile hoping he didn't hear my failed attempt at a joke. I focus back on my book.
I realize he's moved to the seat across from me before I even look up. Upon closer inspection I realize his eyes are just as good as his smile. He's young but not too young. Teen Beat cute but with just the right amount of roughness around the edges.
"Going to New York?" He has a nice voice.
I shake my head. "Jersey."
"From Jersey to Jersey?"
"No New York to Jersey. Wrong train. Long story."
He asks where I work. Where I live. Where he lives. We exchange vague locations. New York. Jersey City. New York. He was coming from Hoboken. Fun, he says. Sure, I say.
"I like your dress."
"Thanks," I smile.
"You have a really nice smile."
"Thanks," my smile bigger.
"Do you have a boyfriend."
"Yeah, I do." my smile biggest.
I think of the times I've lied to that question. Easier to lie than to explain to a complete stranger that my lack of a boyfriend is not an open invitation. I wonder if I would've lied to him.
"Does he live with you?" A look as if he realizes that it's a strange question to ask just a little too late.
"Nope. He lives in Virginia."
"That's no good."
I shake my head, "no good at all."
"Why does your boyfriend live in Virginia?"
"That's a really good question," I admit.
"Have you ever asked yourself that question?" his smile doesn't fade.
"All the time," neither does mine.
We pull into the station.
"This is my stop," I nod towards the exit. "Good luck getting to New York."
"Good luck with your boyfriend."
I smile to myself as I cross the platform and wait for the Journal Square train. Wolf Parade plays in my head, wishing that I had cell service underground. I wonder if it'll be too late to call by the time I get to Journal Square.
I think about the boy in Virginia. The one who thinks I have a nice smile. The one who would think I looked pretty in this dress. Because this heart's on fire and it's getting better all the time. I think about him and I smile.
Good luck, Goodbye. Thanks, Boss.
I'm pretty sure my stance on romance can be pretty easily summed up by my opinion that Bruce Springsteen's Thunder Road is one of the best love songs ever written if only for the lyric: You ain't a beauty but hey you're alright/Oh and that's alright with me. which is pretty much the sweetest thing ever. Followed closely by the lyrics of Billy Joel's Just the Way Your Are which essentially, if you think about it, says the same thing.
Explains a lot really.
Explains a lot really.
Friday, April 11, 2008
well i thought about the army...
but dad said son you're fucking high.
so instead i decided to open a cookie bakery.
it would be called sml cookies.
cuz we'd sell small/medium/large cookies.
and cuz sara mennona loves cookies.
there's a logo and everything.
but i'm not allowed to show it to you.
cuz someone asked me not to.
and normally i wouldn't care and i'd post it anyway.
but i'm being nice today.
check back tomorrow.
also cuz it's on my computer at work.
and i'm at home.
and we'd have chocolate chip cookies.
but also like crazy chocolate, mint, peanut butter, sure to give you diabetes cookies.
that tasted like rainbows.
and love.
and people would come from far away.
like maine.
for my cookies.
and i'd be all cool working at my cookie bakery.
like maggie gyllenhaal.
and maybe i'd marry peter sarsgaard.
and we'd have a kid.
except without the having a kid thing.
and we'd start a club for people with double a's in their names.
and we'd serve sml cookies at all the club meetings.
and life would be good.
so instead i decided to open a cookie bakery.
it would be called sml cookies.
cuz we'd sell small/medium/large cookies.
and cuz sara mennona loves cookies.
there's a logo and everything.
but i'm not allowed to show it to you.
cuz someone asked me not to.
and normally i wouldn't care and i'd post it anyway.
but i'm being nice today.
check back tomorrow.
also cuz it's on my computer at work.
and i'm at home.
and we'd have chocolate chip cookies.
but also like crazy chocolate, mint, peanut butter, sure to give you diabetes cookies.
that tasted like rainbows.
and love.
and people would come from far away.
like maine.
for my cookies.
and i'd be all cool working at my cookie bakery.
like maggie gyllenhaal.
and maybe i'd marry peter sarsgaard.
and we'd have a kid.
except without the having a kid thing.
and we'd start a club for people with double a's in their names.
and we'd serve sml cookies at all the club meetings.
and life would be good.
Friday, March 07, 2008
Jeffrey Brown = Love
So I'm newly obsessed with alt/indie graphic novels. Forbidden Planet has become a very dangerous place for me, www.fartparty.org is like my new fav site, and Jeffrey Brown is totally my new imaginary boyfriend*.
So finding out that Jeff illustrated a video for Death Cab for Cute? Ummm...OMG! Like major!! [Note: overly exciting things make me talk/type/act like a moron]
*The fact that in most of Jeffrey Brown's books he actually very much reminds me of a recent boyfriend-like person in my life is only kinda weird and disturbing. I'd still date him.
So finding out that Jeff illustrated a video for Death Cab for Cute? Ummm...OMG! Like major!! [Note: overly exciting things make me talk/type/act like a moron]
*The fact that in most of Jeffrey Brown's books he actually very much reminds me of a recent boyfriend-like person in my life is only kinda weird and disturbing. I'd still date him.
Monday, February 25, 2008
I thought maybe someone had died.
While having dinner with my *almost* entire family, I announced some devastating news. You see back in high school I had a pretty major hard-core crush on one, well considering the nature of my announcement I won't name names, let's just call him L. He was beautiful. He was tall and blonde and man, what a body! Athletic and tattooed and four years my senior and a major bad-ass so of course, love. My crush began the first time I saw him at one of my dad's boy scout functions at age 8 and continued right up until freshman year when he was a senior. I can recall word by precious word all two of the conversations I had with him. I would forever hold dear the idea that he was still driving around in the car he bought from my brother, a car I, too, had driven in many times. The end of my freshman year was the last time I saw L.
Eleven years did not hinder my crush. If anything, the time and distance only strengthened my feelings for L. I held dear in my heart the hope that I would one day randomly run into L. and he would of course immediately recognize me and fall madly in love with me and we would live happily ever after. I ignored the fact that over time I had completely forgotten what this guy even looked like. I ignored the fact while in the process of moving stumbled upon my old high school yearbooks, looked at his picture, and had to do a double-take, almost questioning what I saw in this person so long ago. Despite all this, I continued my crush, my hope, my love.
I recently stumbled upon (I was not stalking, I very honestly, and literally, stumbled upon) a picture of L. on myspace. And my tragic, devastating news?
Dude's fugly. Bloated and balding and dirt bag-y. I thought maybe it was the angle of the picture but there was another one and...it was worse!! An eighteen year crush crushed in a matter of seconds. A terrible terrible loss. A horrific stain on my happy childhood memory.
My family's response:
Joe: Doesn't he live in Arizona?
Anthony: I thought he moved to California?
Dad: No, he's a chef in Boston. He's married and has a kid.
me: Well, I would hope so, cuz his chick picking-up time has surely passed.
Jill: If I remember correctly, wasn't he always kind of dirt bag-ish.
me: Don't say such things!
Anthony: Yeah, he was never really all that attractive.
me: Blasphemy!
mom: Wait, that's your terrible news? I thought maybe someone had died.
me: No, only a small part of my heart.
Eleven years did not hinder my crush. If anything, the time and distance only strengthened my feelings for L. I held dear in my heart the hope that I would one day randomly run into L. and he would of course immediately recognize me and fall madly in love with me and we would live happily ever after. I ignored the fact that over time I had completely forgotten what this guy even looked like. I ignored the fact while in the process of moving stumbled upon my old high school yearbooks, looked at his picture, and had to do a double-take, almost questioning what I saw in this person so long ago. Despite all this, I continued my crush, my hope, my love.
I recently stumbled upon (I was not stalking, I very honestly, and literally, stumbled upon) a picture of L. on myspace. And my tragic, devastating news?
Dude's fugly. Bloated and balding and dirt bag-y. I thought maybe it was the angle of the picture but there was another one and...it was worse!! An eighteen year crush crushed in a matter of seconds. A terrible terrible loss. A horrific stain on my happy childhood memory.
My family's response:
Joe: Doesn't he live in Arizona?
Anthony: I thought he moved to California?
Dad: No, he's a chef in Boston. He's married and has a kid.
me: Well, I would hope so, cuz his chick picking-up time has surely passed.
Jill: If I remember correctly, wasn't he always kind of dirt bag-ish.
me: Don't say such things!
Anthony: Yeah, he was never really all that attractive.
me: Blasphemy!
mom: Wait, that's your terrible news? I thought maybe someone had died.
me: No, only a small part of my heart.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
suppose i kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall.
Regina Spektor, will you be my Valentine?
i love you, regina spektor. i love listening to you. i love that listening to you reminds me of driving to boston with the windows down. reminds me of farmers markets in vermont. and of flowers. and of philly jill. and of summer. and sun. and that these thoughts can make me smile even when it's frigidly cold out and my car is far away and boston is far away and farmers markets are far away and flowers and summer and philly jill are all far away. all i have to do is hear "on the radio" and it all seems so close. and i want to thank you for that, regina spektor.
let's not forget how gorgeous and fabulous you are. can i maybe raid your closet some time? and that voice. and that piano. and those lyrics. and i want to be you, regina spektor. or be your friend. or your sister. or your girlfriend. anything really.
so basically what i'm saying is that unless you are regina spektor. you also love regina spektor. or you want to hear about exactly how fabulous regina spektor is today. or if you have news about regina spektor touring closer to ny than norfolk, va. if none of these things are true, then maybe you should probably not talk to me today.
i'm just saying.
other girl crushes include: ani difranco. nellie mckay. zooey deschanel. amanda peet. jenny lewis. (not that that makes my love for you, regina spektor, anything less)
i love you, regina spektor. i love listening to you. i love that listening to you reminds me of driving to boston with the windows down. reminds me of farmers markets in vermont. and of flowers. and of philly jill. and of summer. and sun. and that these thoughts can make me smile even when it's frigidly cold out and my car is far away and boston is far away and farmers markets are far away and flowers and summer and philly jill are all far away. all i have to do is hear "on the radio" and it all seems so close. and i want to thank you for that, regina spektor.
let's not forget how gorgeous and fabulous you are. can i maybe raid your closet some time? and that voice. and that piano. and those lyrics. and i want to be you, regina spektor. or be your friend. or your sister. or your girlfriend. anything really.
so basically what i'm saying is that unless you are regina spektor. you also love regina spektor. or you want to hear about exactly how fabulous regina spektor is today. or if you have news about regina spektor touring closer to ny than norfolk, va. if none of these things are true, then maybe you should probably not talk to me today.
i'm just saying.
other girl crushes include: ani difranco. nellie mckay. zooey deschanel. amanda peet. jenny lewis. (not that that makes my love for you, regina spektor, anything less)
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