A snapshot of my iTunes at work:
The name “Colin” is obviously the biggest, but not just due to my love of Colin Hay. I have a friend who is an an incredible musician, so there is a veritable plethora of Colin music residing on my work computer. I’ll have to try this with my laptop and see what it unveils.
And if you’d like your very own iTunes Wordle, follow these steps:
1) In iTunes, select View Options under the View menu.
2) Turn off everything but “Artist.”
3) Select all and copy into a spreadsheet.
4) Delete the column with the music title.
5) Paste the results into the Wordle.net Create page.
(H/T to Tania, Janiece and Jeri)
I feel like writing, but no real subject pops up. Just a couple of little things:
- I’m in the process of figuring out what constitutes an asthma attack and what doesn’t. I mean, not being able to take a deep breath is certainly a major symptom, but what else? Turns out I have two of the more unusual asthma symptoms around: sighing and anxiety. Perhaps those anxiety attacks I had back in late 2006-early 2007 were really early warning signs of my asthma. And I find I sigh quite frequently, which is confusing around friends because they’re sure that I’m thinking deep, heavy thoughts when in reality I’m just trying to find a way of catching my breath. Excessive yawning is another way of catching my breath, so if I’m yawning around you, it’s not because I’m tired or bored. Probably.
- I have a deep dark secret to reveal: there are quite a few ’70s songs that I love unreservedly. Many of them are a bit on the cheesy side, while others at least approach The Land of Cheez. Wildfire, Seasons in the Sun, The Night That The Lights Went Out In Georgia, The Night Chicago Died, If You Could Read My Mind, The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face, etc, etc, etc. Even non-cheesy ’60s songs get me going (i.e. To Sir With Love). Play any of these songs and I guarantee that I will stop in my tracks and start singing along. At some point I will close my eyes and most likely sway. If my sense of restraint is completely gone, dancing will ensue. Admittedly, several of them became big around the time that my sister died, so songs like Wildfire, Seasons in the Sun, and If You Could Read My Mind (or anything mentioning death or disappearance) are irretrievably twined with memories of grief and recovery, but damn if I don’t still love all these songs (and more!) with all my heart and soul. *sigh*
(I actually sang this for my fifth grade Gong Show – got a 27!)
I know, I know…*hangs head*
I’ve been waiting for two months for the release of this movie, only to find out that the release date has been pushed back until November. November!! NOOOO!!!!
REPO: THE GENETIC OPERA, starring my favorite watcher/high school librarian/transexual Transylvanian…
Better resolution trailers can be found at the film’s official site.
Also awaiting with baited breath for the limited release in October:
I am completely and totally in love with this.
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Go. Watch. Now.
Remember my blathering on about Sweeney Todd and its new life as a Tim Burton movie? I just got a pass to see it tomorrow night, a day before it opens in general release.
Oh yeah, THAT’S what I’m talking about!
Off to do a little “Yippee!” dance…
I love musicals.
Thing is, I’m extremely picky. Rodgers and Hammerstein? Don’t like ’em. Andrew Lloyd Webber? Annoyingly cloying without Tim Rice around.
For me, the penultimate composer is Stephen Sondheim. He’s a musical g-d in my eyes, one I’ve mentioned on more than one occasion. My favorite work of his is Sunday in the Park with George – perhaps my favorite musical of all time – but it was the brilliance of Sweeney Todd which first hooked me by the ear and dragged me into his stunning, syncopated worlds of dark and light. One of my favorite musical memories was from the early 90s, when I dated a filmmaker/composer – a man who was (and is) very talented and whose music is favorably reminiscent of Gershwin. We were at his place, going of photos of a short film we were working on, when music issued forth from a TV six feet away. My ears perked up as they recognized the opening strains from “The Ballad of Sweeney Todd” – the first number in the show.
“Sweeney Todd!” I exclaimed with delight. My then-boyfriend cocked his head and asked me about it. He had, of course, heard of Sweeney Todd and the brilliance of Sondheim, but was unfamiliar with the work. I couldn’t believe my ears. How could a man who was eighteen years older than me and had been composing since he was a child not be familiar with Sondheim or Sweeney Todd? It was unfathomable to me. I took great joy in filling in that bit of lacking knowledge.
I’ve also worked on two wonderful productions of Sweeney Todd, a community theatre production and a professional production. Both productions are ones of which I have many fond memories.
Suffice to say that Sweeney Todd? It’s a good thing.
Therefore, I’m sure it wouldn’t take too much imagination to conjure the slight bit of trepidation that I feel when contemplating the film version due to be released around Christmas of this year.
Don’t get me wrong. I love Tim Burton. I think the casting of Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter as Todd and Mrs. Lovett could work well. And the marvelous Alan Rickman as Judge Turpin is positively inspired. The trailers look excellent:
This is my baby. I am very protective of my baby.
Crossing my fingers…
(Too bad Anthony Stewart Head has been cut out of the movie. That would have been fabulous to see.)
..with Musicovery. Found it on PC Magazine’s Top 100 Undiscovered Web Sites, which I found at By The Way.
So very in lurve with it…
…I have for this video:
John Scalzi featured it on his site over the weekend and I finally clicked on the video. Music and animation – purely sublime.
(For more info on Kwoon, check out their site. The animator of the video, Yannick Puig, writes about the making of the video.)