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Christina — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 04:09:51 +0000

Feist on Sesame Street

Dear Sister,

Why you gotta be hatin’ on Feist? She teaches the wee ones how to count! (But only to four because she doesn’t know about “seven” and “eight.”) Eh. Who am I to judge? I get lost after ten because I run out of fingers.

Oh-oh-oh! I like the song for it’s dancey bounce anyway. Oh-oh-oh you’re changing your heart. Oh-oh-oh you know who you are!

Horse and I

Christina — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 03:46:28 +0000

Bat for Lashes-Horse And I LIVE Mercury Prize 2007-09-04

Here’s a video from the group I mentioned before- Bat for Lashes. Natasha Khan isn’t wearing a headband in this one, but can’t you picture her twirling in white around Stonehenge? (She recorded a portion of the their album in a forest- in the rain!)

Rock My World, Cello

Christina — Thu, 15 May 2008 01:14:37 +0000

apocalyptica – for whom the bell tolls (live)

The sexist thing in rock music: a cello quartet playing METAL. A couple weeks ago Chris and I went to Apolcalyptica’s show here in Chicago. If you want a nerdy deconstruction of the show check out Chris’s blog. But all you really need is this video.

Note: Headbanging whilst PLAYING THE CELLO.

The King of Carrot Flowers

Christina — Fri, 18 Apr 2008 03:16:29 +0000

This is an absurd song.

I have this video to thank for showing me the sad, moving side of a song named The King of Carrot Flowers. But I guess it makes a little more sense since Wikipedia has informed me that the album the song comes from (In the Aeroplane Over the Sea) was inspired by The Diary of Anne Frank.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Neutral Milk Hotel – The King of Carrot Flowers Pt. I

Paris is Burning: Days 16 and 17

Christina — Sat, 19 Jan 2008 19:34:17 +0000

I’ve decided this song is my favorite of St. Vincent’s and am using it as a theme song for my January Project. Helps get me in the writing mood. It’s strange and playful. I imagine myself in a stylized version of early 20th century Paris, wandering the streets of Montmartre in a large, feathery hat and a beautiful, but impractical dress. There’s a circus, too, with elegant trapeze artists and midgets clad in bright costumes and make-up. And then there’s a fire and we’re all dancing.

Day 16: 2, 194

Day 17: 1, 156 (Oh! Second time I haven’t met my quota. I blame this on dinner with the parental units.)

Stop-Motion of St.Vincent’s

Deadlines Make Me Polka Polka Polka!

Christina — Wed, 09 Jan 2008 04:27:14 +0000

Had myself another productive early morning!

This writing business is getting easier. I’m cranking out roughly 1,000 words an hour. But still that obnoxious voice pops up, is this working? What can you do with this later? Accordion players? Seriously?

My defense? An ever-looming word count. Without it, my fingers would freeze.

Do I really need accordion players? No, they’re just taking up space. I should delete it. But it’s kinda funny. Accordion players. There could be a polka dance in the street! That’s dumb. No, funny. Dumb! Funny! What point does it serve? To be…funny?

And before I know it, I’m schizophrenic with an incomplete story on my hands.Screw that.

That’s the beauty of deadlines. It quiets that voice rights after it poses the questions. Accordian players…?

Stop! Do NOT answer that!

And just keep typing.

Today’s total: 2,178!

The Accordion Show*Polka Medley