Breathe Me ††††† Sia
Hallelujah ††††† Jeff Buckley
Behind Blue Eyes ††††† Roger Daltry with The Chieftains
Crazy ††††† Shawn Colvin
Shotgun Down the Avalanche ††††† Shawn Colvin
Crucify ††††† Tori Amos
Diamonds On The Inside ††††† Ben Harper
Like A Hurricane ††††† Neil Young
In the Waiting Line ††††† Zero 7
All I Know ††††† Art Garfunkel
Pressure Suit ††††† Aqualung
Run ††††† Snow Patrol
Chasing Cars ††††† Snow Patrol
Out of this World ††††† Bush
Last Goodbye ††††† Jeff Buckley
Mad World ††††† Gary Jules
Candy's Room ††††† Bruce Springsteen
Name That Tune
A lot of people seem to be searching my blog for the name of the song that was used in HBO's misty-eye invoking programming montage promo. And, as always, I strive to inform the world at large on the important issues. You know, like song titles and personal lubricants.
The band is The Fray and the song is How to Save a Life, off their new CD of the same title. Now you know.
Feel free to shower me with expressions of gratefulness, undying devotion, and/or pie. Or if you're a hot guy there is a whole 'nother set of gratitudey options--none of which involve pie ..unless you're into that sort of thing, of course.
Playlist: Dancing Machine
Dancing Machine – The Jackson Five
Rhythm Nation – Janet, Miss Jackson if your’e nasty
I'll Be Good to You – The Brothers Johnson
Don't Stop – Michael Jackson
Can You Feel It - The Jackson Five
Galvanize - The Chemical Brothers with Qtip
Super Freak - Rick James
Gonna Make You Sweat - C+C Music Factory
In da Club – 50 Cent
Back to Life – Soul II Soul
Whenever, Wherever - Shakira
Big Time Sensuality - Bjork
Callin' Out – Lyrics Born
Rock Your Body – J. Timberlake
Push It – Salt N Peppa
Crazy In Love – Beyonce with JayZ
Rapper's Delight – Sugarhill Gang
Take it to da House – Trick Daddy
Let's Talk About Sex Baby - Salt N Peppa
Tune In Tuesday
Well, I know just what I’m going to buy today—Fiona Apple’s newly released CD Extraordinary Machine. Yes, I know she was a mess but the girl can sing like nobody’s business--the clarity and force of her voice deliver like a contralto TKO. And the word on the new CD is fabulous.
Now we’ll have to see if she can just refrain from indulging in the crazy shit that made her look, well, crazy. I have a few notes for her to help her in this regard.
Do not make any videos in which you roll, crawl, and/or slink around miserably in your underwear, looking like an emaciated and slightly deranged nymph. Nymph is good, but emaciated and slightly-deranged—not so much. Take my advice: Eat a sammich, put on a cute dress and apply your mascara a little more carefully.
And leave the soft porn videos to Shakira, because she owns that market like Haliburton owns the White House. Trust me on this.
Also, you used to have a penchant for trying to make serious philosophical or political statements that mostly just made you look drunk or perhaps, slightly retarded. Case in point, your Best New Artist acceptance speech when you seemed oddly insulted that you won:
“Everybody out there that’s watching, everybody that’s watching this world, this world is bullshit and you shouldn’t model your life about what you think that we think is cool.”
Excuse me, but did receiving this award somehow piss you off? Keep it to yourself next time. Also, in the future, leave the philosophical stuff to Rufus or Ani and let Kanye and Bono handle the political/world debt relief agenda. They don’t need your help. Really.
You just stick to making your points in your music where you’ve evidently learned to do it well, at least according to the reviews of the new CD. You have some nifty little lines in it like “Be kind to me, or treat me mean. / I’ll make the most of it, I’m an extraordinary machine.” Remember that, and you go, girl.
And to quote one of those reviewers (from The New Yorker):
The album contains many moments both of lushness and of restraint—it calls to mind Elvis Costello’s 1982 “Imperial Bedroom,” a record that displays a similar balance of attacks and retreats. “Extraordinary Machine” is just fifty minutes, and it feels short; you want to replay it immediately. It’s the kind of album that makes an artist’s previous work sound better, a record that makes converts out of doubters. Apple’s fans sent Sony hundreds of foam apples as part of the campaign to win the album’s release. It seems like going to a lot of trouble, but “Extraordinary Machine” repays that kind of love.
