tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355655172009-06-16T15:24:41.388-07:0030 Days to Getting Over the Dork You USED to Call a BoyfriendBlind Ladynoreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-28383653858723129452008-01-28T20:03:00.000-08:002008-01-28T20:24:18.893-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Dent May and His Magnificent Ukelele :: When You Were Mine<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> When you were mine</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I gave you all of my money</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Time after time</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You done me wrong</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R56nev9bshI/AAAAAAAAAPM/yVQ1T6KyI4o/s1600-h/l_55274e15c95b6059a34e466d707de612.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R56nev9bshI/AAAAAAAAAPM/yVQ1T6KyI4o/s320/l_55274e15c95b6059a34e466d707de612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160746369725215250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dent May and His Magnificent Ukelele, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/01%20When%20You%20Were%20Mine%20%28Prince%20cover%29.mp3">"When You Were Mine"</a><br /><br />Yes. this is the Prince song and yes, Dent May plays a magnificent ukelele, that is no euphemism. I know, too many covers can be cloying, but this one is both sweet and sad, lovely and lilting. I like his achy-break-y voice. And I believe Dent May is heartbroken over the girl. I'm not sure, in spite of a whole lot of emotion, that Prince is in fact all that shook up. I mean, he's Prince. He may be short, but he is potent if you get my drift. The man gots all the ladies. But anyway, I don't mean to slag Prince. His original version, from Dirty Mine, is flipping gorgeous. Okay then. So Dent is from Mississippi. And I still have to do that little spelling thing m-i-ss-i-ss-i-pp-i thing to spell it. He likes John Waters and Tab. So I like him. There have been plenty of other covers, I could do a whole week of just this song: Cyndi Lauper. Tegan &amp; Sara. Mitch Ryder. Casiotone for the Painfully Alone. Ani DiFranco. Crooked Fingers (I need to track that one down!!)<br /><br />On a related note to my book (but not to this post) I recently was a guest on more than a dozen radio programs promoting <span style="font-weight: bold;">30 DAYS TO GETTING OVER THE DORK YOU USED TO CALL YOUR BOYFRIEND</span>. A few were fun, some were embarrassing, one was truly embarrassing. Wanna hear me on Dr. Alvin Augustus Jones "Eternity in Your Heart" family radio programming in Virginia? <a href="http://www.dralvinjones.com/">Go ahead.</a> Okay you probably really don't want to. It's um, painful.<br /><br />On an un-related note... did you see my very own brother posted a note on my site. I just noticed. Yipee! I love my brother.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/dentmay">More <span style="font-style: italic;">about Dent May</span></a><span style="font-style: italic;"> :: <a href="http://www.ludicra.org/">More about my brother!</a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-2838365385872312945?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-52327173041640841592008-01-15T12:42:00.000-08:002008-01-15T13:07:51.413-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Eagle Seagull :: I'm Sorry But I'm Beginning To Hate Your Face</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Don't give a damn who lead who on </span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />It's of no concern to me </span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />If you could tell the new man, please<br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic;">To hang up my shirt </span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />As he takes it off your shoulders </span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />It's the least he could do </span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />If we're going to share you<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R40f5qU_RjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ir-0zckhPyg/s1600-h/_MG_3261.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R40f5qU_RjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ir-0zckhPyg/s320/_MG_3261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155812223884412466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Eagle Seagull, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/02%20I%27m%20Sorry%20But%20I%27m%20Beginning%20To%20Hate%20Your%20Face.mp3">"I'm Sorry, But I'm Beginning To Hate Your Face"</a><br /><br />Oh, snap. Ok I have never written or uttered those words together, but Oh how I do live the snarkiness and sharpness of those lyrics. The song goes on to recount how she isn't the same person anymore, how they don't talk, all the things that lead to the heart-breaking end of a relationship. This Lincoln, Nebraska based band is big in Germany. And Austria. And why they aren't big here I don't know. I like Eli Mardock's breathy, pained voice. I really, really do.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">More about </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.eagleseagull.com/apples/">Eagle Seagull</a><span style="font-style: italic;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-5232717304164084159?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-15066594479601793702008-01-14T07:42:00.000-08:002008-01-13T08:12:12.038-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">A Smile And A Ribbon :: The Boy I Wish I Never Met</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The boy-oy I wish I never met<br />The boy-oy I wish I never met<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R4o2XaU_RiI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2UGw_Q5NnJA/s1600-h/969256874_736f1939fb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R4o2XaU_RiI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2UGw_Q5NnJA/s320/969256874_736f1939fb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154992499311199778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A Smile And A Ribbon, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/01%20The%20Boy%20I%20Wish%20I%20Never%20Met.mp3">"The Boy I Wish I Never Met"</a><br /><br />Okay so I don't know the lyrics, <span style="font-style: italic;">exactly</span>. This is another Swedish band, this one comprised of Rebecca Melhman and Martin Lindqvist. Their MySpace page mentions that they basically took Rebecca's failed relationship and set it to music. Sounds perfect for this here blog, no? This song starts off slow, soft and fuzzy and then at about a minute and ten seconds in the drums and guitar kick in and it's a lovely low-fi pop gem that you can pogo round the house to singing "The boy-oy that I wish I never met..." It's still a little fuzzy and soft 'round the edges and that's just a-ok in my book. Their song "Book Cover" is equally fine for this mix tape and frankly, so is the rest of their tunes. Lovely!<br /><br />More about A Smile And a Ribbon can be <a href="http://www.myspace.com/asaar">found here</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-1506659447960179370?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-1508985816324315442008-01-09T09:06:00.000-08:002008-01-09T09:31:05.194-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">The Boy Least Likely To: Faith</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh but I need some time off from that emotion </span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Time to pick my heart up off the floor </span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />And when that love comes down </span><span style="font-style: italic;">without devotion </span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Well it takes a strong man baby </span><span style="font-style: italic;">but I'm showing you the door<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RZ6IoZEZqRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m0COh4zWYwg/s1600-h/boy-least-likely-to.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RZ6IoZEZqRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m0COh4zWYwg/s320/boy-least-likely-to.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016597262442801426" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Boy Least Likely To, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/02%20Faith%20%28George%20Michael%20Cover%29.mp3">"Faith"</a><br /><br />I have posted this one before as well, but hopefully there are many new folks to these pages now in this, the SECOND DAY OF MY BOOK BEING AVAILABLE. And well, you can never go wrong with hand claps or George Michael covers.<br /><br />Oh how I love the Boy Least Likely To! This English duo (with a handful of other musicians playing things like recorders and glockenspiels) have been releasing singles and EPs since 2003. They have one full length, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Best Party Ever</span> and it's a delightful confection, so sugar coco pop with sing along choruses and beautiful instrumentation, the stand-outs being "Be Gentle With Me" and "I'm Glad I Hitched My Apple Wagon to Your Star."<br /><br />And here they cover the George Michael Dear John letter of a song, "Faith." Oh the inner turmoil and angst George wrote about, wanting his lover so but knowing he was better off without. And this is one of those kiss-off songs that is too much fun NOT to sing along with. So put it on loud and dance around your room in your jammies. This track is from their website and if you go there, link below, you can download even more tunes.<br /><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.theboyleastlikelyto.co.uk/">More about The Boy Least Likely To</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> :: </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.lyrics007.com/George%20Michael%20Lyrics/Faith%20Lyrics.html">Full lyrics to "Faith"</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-150898581632431544?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-41486648131402084502008-01-08T08:30:00.000-08:002008-01-08T11:44:40.291-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Donovan Woods : I Ain't Saying She's Better Than You</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And all of the things you showed to me<br />That lead me to this solemn decree</span><br /><em>I ain't sayin' she's better t</em><em>han you, you see<br />She's just better, than you, for me<br /></em><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Raa9ftIAptI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0IMPJJbY5EM/s1600-h/469850575_l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Raa9ftIAptI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0IMPJJbY5EM/s320/469850575_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018907187137783506" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Donovan Woods, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/04%20I%20Ain%27t%20Saying%20She%27s%20Better%20Than%20You.mp3">"I Ain't Saying She's Better Than You"</a><br /><br />It's true, I posted this long ago. If you've been with me, you know. But I had to, on this, <span style="font-weight: bold;">THE DAY MY BOOK COMES OUT</span>, pick the best break-up song, possibly, ever.<br /><br />Break-up songs don't get any more truthful and forthcoming than this. This may be difficult to hear, this song. But I think it's worth it. Not just for the beauty of the music, or his wistful voice or delicate guitar, but the incredibly succinct sentiments here that I suspect are behind many, many break-ups.<br /><br />There are lessons here gals, there are lessons.<br /><br />Here is a guy opening up and being honest, he found someone better. Not a better person, just better <span style="font-style: italic;">for him</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R4PRsaU_RfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/oVTKvTZN3UA/s1600-h/DORK.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R4PRsaU_RfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/oVTKvTZN3UA/s200/DORK.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153192959553783282" border="0" /></a><br />Now, not to be overt or blunt here but hey, it is a blog for a book and that book comes out TODAY!!!! So head on over to Amazon.com, if you feel like it of course, and check it out, purchase it, tell your friends, you know the rest. It does make a great gift!!!!!! xox<br /><br />You can <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Days-Getting-over-Dork-Boyfriend/dp/0385735499/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1199819985&amp;sr=8-2">BUY IT HERE</a> (how was that for blunt?)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.myspace.com/donovanwoods">Donovan's MySpace Page</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> :: </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.twotimes.ca/donovan.html">More Songs By Donovan</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-4148664813140208450?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-59342436411231912322008-01-04T09:00:00.000-08:002008-01-03T10:36:25.482-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Julie Feeney :: You Bring Me Down</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I need to catch the bee in your bonnet</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Turn it inside out with you on it</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R30qSKU_RQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/6EsZq8vA58M/s1600-h/juliefeeney.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R30qSKU_RQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/6EsZq8vA58M/s320/juliefeeney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151320040280114434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Julie Feeney, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/06%20You%20Bring%20Me%20Down.mp3">"You Bring Me Down"</a><br /><br />Julie Feeney is an Irish singer songwriter who used to perform (as a singer, not a dancer) with <span style="font-style: italic;">Riverdance</span>. But don't hold that against her. She's actually got a very quirky and loverly sound. She's also an elementary school teacher, or at least she went to school and graduated as one. Cute, no? This song is such a kiss-off. This is from her CD <span style="font-style: italic;">13 Songs</span> which finds her playing eleven instruments on, including the toy-like tinklings of the recorder, harmonium and accordian.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">More about <a href="http://www.juliefeeney.com/">Julie</a>?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-5934243641123191232?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-54338001900302381722008-01-03T09:58:00.000-08:002008-01-03T10:06:31.642-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">April McLean:: Rock, Paper Scissors</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I don’t know why I should care</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I’m always looking for something in you that’s not there</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And it doesn’t seem fair but it’s all that we’ve got</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Because the truth is you can’t be someone that you’re not<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R30i6aU_ROI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5SLBTTzfspo/s1600-h/photo-full.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R30i6aU_ROI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5SLBTTzfspo/s320/photo-full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151311935676826850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />April McLean, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/04%20Rock%2c%20Paper%2c%20Scissors.mp3">"Rock Paper Scissors"</a><br /><br />This is a very catchy song about a crappy relationship that is dissolving, or should be. April sounds a little like Aimee Mann and Sam Phillips (the voice of the Gilmore Girls) and even a little Marti Jones (so 90s!) Songs from her first CD were on the show Felicity. Oh I loved Felicity. I need to get that on DVD. But I digress, this is a pop nugget ideal for a break-up mix.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Read more about </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.aprilmclean.com/">April</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-5433800190030238172?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-52327740870694957112008-01-02T10:08:00.000-08:002008-01-03T10:18:22.127-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Anna Terneheim :: To Be Gone<br /></span><br /><span class="txt_1"><span style="font-style: italic;">Leave the body leave the mind</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Leave the body leave the mind</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Every promise every place behind</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">I just happen to feel so alone</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />For today for all days to come<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R30mqqU_RPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/l_DZgbEmXws/s1600-h/490px-Anna_Ternheim_IMGP3786_1024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R30mqqU_RPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/l_DZgbEmXws/s320/490px-Anna_Ternheim_IMGP3786_1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151316063140398322" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="txt_1"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Anna Ternheim, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/01%20To%20Be%20Gone.mp3">"To Be Gone"</a><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span> </span>You know I love the Swedes. Anna is Swedish and she's won a few Swedish Grammys and October 07 saw the US release of her second CD. This is from her first though. This song isn't clearly about a break-up, but it's so melancholy and delicately dark and, if you'd decided to sulk for an afternoon in your misery (something I think is ok as long as we are in fact talking about an afternoon and not an abundance of afternoons) well this would be really gorgeous and well, <span style="font-style: italic;">effective</span> on that soundtrack. I like Anna, check out her new CD.<br /><br />More about <a href="http://www.annaternheim.com/?setLanguage=1/">Anna</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-5232774087069495711?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-22280067056456350592007-12-13T09:18:00.000-08:002007-12-13T09:22:59.106-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">The Gossip :: Careless Whisper<br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> I'm never gonna dance again<br />guilty feet have got no rhythm<br />though it's easy to pretend<br />I know you're not a fool</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Ryoc7KCZfzI/AAAAAAAAALY/roEWuFlW58w/s1600-h/TheGossip.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Ryoc7KCZfzI/AAAAAAAAALY/roEWuFlW58w/s320/TheGossip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127942928347004722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Gossip, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/18%20Careless%20Whisper.mp3">"Careless Whisper"<br /></a><br />It's George Michael week here at the blog. Beth Ditto is as formidable a character as Rufus (see yesterday) and she tackles this song with her own brand of ruthless dancability. It's a whole new song! And yet, still an homage to the bad behavior that lurks in all night dance clubs. Yip yip yippee!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Wanna know more <a href="http://www.gossipyouth.com/">Gossip</a> huh?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-2228006705645635059?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-28676417443965879542007-12-12T11:23:00.000-08:002007-12-12T11:22:21.893-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Ben Folds and Rufus Wainwright :: Careless Whisper</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;color:#000000;" > I'm never gonna dance again<br />guilty feet have got no rhythm<br />though it's easy to pretend<br />I know you're not a fool<br /><br />Should've known better than to cheat a friend<br />and waste the chance that I've been given<br />so I'm never gonna dance again<br />the way I danced with you<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RyobG6CZfyI/AAAAAAAAALQ/rGBLubD7NY0/s1600-h/folds9906_narrowweb__300x390,0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RyobG6CZfyI/AAAAAAAAALQ/rGBLubD7NY0/s320/folds9906_narrowweb__300x390,0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127940931187212066" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;color:#000000;" ><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ben Folds and Rufus Wainwright, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/Careless%20Whisper.mp3">"Careless Whisper"</a><br /><br />This is a much covered song and rightfully so... the drama! Especially in the hands of Rufus, who delivers his lines with the same cabaret stylings that have made his Judy Garland show infamous. </span><span style="color:#000000;">Oh George Micheal how ye have written so many great heartbreaking odes to bad choices! Tomorrow, someone else will tackle this tune!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If you're looking for more on Ben Folds or Rufus Wainwright, you can start at <a href="http://www.benfolds.com/">any</a> <a href="http://www.rufuswainwright.com/">of</a> <a href="http://www.pastemagazine.com/action/article/706/review/concert/ben_folds_rufus_wainwright_guster">these</a> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3u5USWUCTI">places</a>. </span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-2867641744396587954?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-64074420158399146242007-11-10T11:24:00.000-08:002007-12-11T11:56:54.462-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Of Montreal :: Voltaic Crusher/undrum To Musted Da</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Everything is in the trash, and it's my fault</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />I've destroyed us, I know, it's unrecoverable</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If there's a God he will repair your heart</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If there's a God, send her an angel</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Make him handsome and clever and not crazy</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And you notice something wonderful</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Someone to love her volcanically<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R17pwcX8ouI/AAAAAAAAALg/9iJxhPtoH2c/s1600-h/ofmontreal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R17pwcX8ouI/AAAAAAAAALg/9iJxhPtoH2c/s320/ofmontreal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142804842963313378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Of Montreal, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/02%20Voltaic%20Crusher_undrum%20To%20Muted%20Da.mp3">"Voltaic Crusher/undrum To Musted Da"</a><br /><br />Whoa how I love the lyrics to Of Montreal songs. They are whack. While this song isn't from the latest release, "Hissing Fauna, Are You The Destroyer?" it's so wonderfully weird and peppy and dark all at the same time. This is a song, a gloriously poppy song sing from the point of view of a real jerk who knows he is a real jerk and who knows he's treated his gal horribly and has remorse but knows he cannot change. How's this for a line?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You gave me your hand, I gave you a fist, Please don't lose any sleep over me, baby, I hardly exist.<br /><br /></span>Yowsa.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Wanna know more about <a href="http://www.ofmontreal.net/flashsite/index.html">Of Montreal</a>? Or would you like to see a random and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VeIL7juFE0">bizarre video</a>?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-6407442015839914624?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-83824648630920948362007-11-01T11:23:00.000-07:002007-11-01T11:24:14.853-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Rick Springfield :: Jessie's Girl</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You know I feel so dirty </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">when they start talking cute</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I want to tell her I love her, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">but the point is probably moot</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RyoZTqCZfxI/AAAAAAAAALI/KMJiOv9_rI0/s1600-h/PRM2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RyoZTqCZfxI/AAAAAAAAALI/KMJiOv9_rI0/s320/PRM2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127938951207288594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Rick Springfield, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/15%20Jessie%27s%20Girl.mp3">"Jessie's Girl"</a><br /><br />A classic 80s unrequited love song with a hammering back beat. Back when this song came out I thought, "Who wouldn't want Rick Springfield? He's so hot! I'd pick him over Jessie!" I'm old. You got to love how straightforward the lyrics were in pop songs in the 80s. There was no art to it. No subtlety. Just rhymes. It was just enough to work the word "moot" in.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.rickspringfield.com/"><span style="font-style: italic;">Where is Rick Springfield now?</span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-8382464863092094836?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-62055587026001558362007-10-15T10:53:00.001-07:002007-10-15T15:43:26.255-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Rilo Kiley :: Breakin Up</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Here's to all the pretty words</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />We will never speak</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Here's to all the pretty girls</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />You're gonna meet</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RxPs5CIzepI/AAAAAAAAALA/Itry5QLV6_s/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RxPs5CIzepI/AAAAAAAAALA/Itry5QLV6_s/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121697665820883602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Rilo Kiley, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/04%20Breakin%27%20Up%201.mp3">"Break' Up"</a><br /><span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span><br />This is a wacky Rilo Kiley song. I mean, lyrically it sure it is fitting for this blog. Heck, it's titled "Breakin' Up" but musically it's very Seventies with plenty of Yvonne Elliman-esque oohs and echoes. After multiple listens I'm not sure how I feel about those. Not like the sly and sassy quirky LA rock of <span style="font-style: italic;">Execution</span>. But I do like the twist in the lyrics where she says she "feels good to be free." Kiss. Off. And it's not like I'm wholly against <span style="font-style: italic;">Under the Blacklight</span>. I like much of that record. "Silver Lining" for instance. And that song is appropriate for this blog, too. But how can I ignore a song called "Breakin' Up"?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">More about </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.rilokiley.com/splash/">Rilo Kiley</a><span style="font-style: italic;">; </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.rilokiley.com/splash/">Rilo Kiley in Concert on NPR</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-6205558702600155836?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-40399643812875818722007-08-06T10:53:00.000-07:002007-08-06T11:12:46.766-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Hal :: My Eyes Are Sore</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> My eyes are sore</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Too many tears gone and fall over you my girl</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />And happiness isn't for sure</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Once you get what you're looking for<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rrdi2hxiNXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fhGfdkRTEmc/s1600-h/505147316_e695fd4677.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rrdi2hxiNXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fhGfdkRTEmc/s320/505147316_e695fd4677.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095650192311596402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hal, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/06%20My%20Eyes%20Are%20Sore.m4a">"My Eyes Are Sore"</a><br /><br />Hal is a band, not a person. Just want to get that out of the way. This was definitely one of my favorite CDs of 2005 (I think it was 2005?) Super Beatles-esque Brit band that has the full blown wall of sound thing down. All the songs are gorgeous pop orchestrations that sound amazing on headphones. This song's lyrics are simple and sad, but the way they are executed is uplifting and makes me want to dance all flitty up the walls like a little fairy girl. This song isn't even one of my faves from the CD which is chock full of gems. I love the song "Coming Right Over" and when I am down, if I put it on loud and then louder still, it will always cheer me up. A highly recommended CD if you like your pop British, sugar pop sweet and lush like a snow white angora rabbit in a purple velvet coat.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.halmusic.com/splash.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">More about Hal</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And I apologize, I totally stole that picture of Hal from <a href="http://images.search.yahoo.com/search/images/view?back=http%3A%2F%2Fimages.search.yahoo.com%2Fsearch%2Fimages%3Fp%3Dhal%2Bband%26ei%3DUTF-8%26fr%3Dyfp-t-501%26x%3Dwrt&w=500&amp;h=333&imgurl=static.flickr.com%2F222%2F505147316_e695fd4677_m.jpg&amp;rurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.flickr.com%2Fphotos%2Fstunt_penguin%2F505147316%2F&size=96kB&amp;amp;amp;name=505147316_e695fd4677.jpg&p=hal+band&amp;type=jpeg&no=3&amp;tt=4,013&oid=9125572e00dccaca&amp;fusr=stunt_penguin&tit=HAL+at+the+Roisin+Dubh&amp;hurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.flickr.com%2Fphotos%2Fstunt_penguin%2F&ei=UTF-8&amp;src=p">this flicker</a> account. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-4039964381287581872?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-2377427810919018502007-08-05T16:30:00.000-07:002007-08-05T16:46:15.834-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Maria McKee :: Drinkin' In My Sunday Dress</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The telephone is by the bottle, which is always by my bed</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />From time to time I give it a rattle to make sure it is not dead</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I will wait here for your call till I run out of cigarettes</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I love to play the part of the damsel in distress</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Flicking ashes in my coffee, drinking in my Sunday dress</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RrZeUhxiNVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NpEiu3Sikmg/s1600-h/MARIA_MCKEE_5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RrZeUhxiNVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NpEiu3Sikmg/s320/MARIA_MCKEE_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095363735172822354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Maria McKee, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/11%20Drinkin%27%20In%20My%20Sunday%20Dress.mp3">"Drinking In My Sunday Dress"</a><br /><br />I'm back. Took a little leave to work on the follow up to the Dork book (I know, this one isn't even out yet) and to fiddle with some other projects. So back to sad songs and lost love laments. I fell madly and passionately in love with Lone Justice when that first record came out. Maria McKee, the lead singer of that long defunct band, has the most adorable spitfire voice, it cackles and spits at you but it's also so sweet which is why this song from her solo career is so awesome. My favorite part is at the end where she just starts yelling and freaking out and cussing and you know when she was recording this she was twisting and turning and kicking. There is venom in this here song full of every vice in the world. A great singalong for sad, sassy days. Maria McKee is making the rounds currently touring and she's still a spitfire.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">More about: </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.mariamckee.com/">Maria McKee</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-237742781091901850?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-15849552517591742232007-06-12T10:14:00.001-07:002007-06-14T14:41:49.791-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Old 97s :: Book of Poems</span><br /><br /><a class="text"><span style="font-style: italic;"> Well it's bad luck and it's a hard luck story</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />And I'm sorry I ain't sticking around</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't enough<br /><br /></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RnG0DnraC9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/FpguLTNfCbg/s1600-h/old97s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RnG0DnraC9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/FpguLTNfCbg/s320/old97s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076036229306911698" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a class="text"></a><a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/1-12%20Book%20Of%20Poems.mp3"><br />Old 97s, "Book of Poems"</a><br /><br />No, a book of poems probably isn't enough, Rhett. I also like the line, <span style="font-style: italic;">"It seems like years ago, it was yesterday."</span> How often has that happened? You have a day that feels like a year and when it's over and done for you feel like you've walked through coals from here to New Zealand. I like this one because it's from the perspective of a cool guy who has made a few mistakes and he's realizing he can't talk his way out of this one. From their CD <span style="font-style: italic;">Satellite Rides. </span><span>Click on the link below because they just completed a new podcast and are apparently functioning as a band still in spite of Rhett's so-so solo career. </span><br /><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.old97s.com/news/archive.html">More about the Old 97s</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-1584955251759174223?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-85670346502310499412007-05-02T20:24:00.000-07:002007-05-02T20:27:10.338-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin :: House Fire</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> We did what we could</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> To save this house from falling</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> But it burns because it's wood</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And now you’ll never call me darling</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh_d44FVV-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Py9yL9nnIDs/s1600-h/SSLYBY-01-wide.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh_d44FVV-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Py9yL9nnIDs/s320/SSLYBY-01-wide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053001276130154466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/SSLYBY%20-%20House%20Fire.mp3">"House Fire"</a><br /><br />There was a lot of hype about this band and in all honesty, I ignored it because I assumed from their name that they were either one of those bands that boys like that I just don't get or that they were electronica which you know I have a yearly quota for and anything over that just sounds the same and bored me to tears but see, I was wrong, as I often am, on both counts. They're very much a touchy-feely band with songs about love and lost love and turns out, according to one interview I read, were mostly owritten for one of the guy's exes. So there you go. I was way wrong. This song is pretty in an indie rock, we're on the OC sort of way. I have an annual quota for those types of songs too, but I haven't filled it just yet.<br /><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.daytrotter.com/article/1/first-post">SSLYBY on Daytrotter</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> :: </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.morawk.com/boris/">More about SSLYBY</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-8567034650231049941?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-59334867773243345092007-04-25T09:39:00.000-07:002007-04-25T11:43:48.525-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Jarvis Cocker :: Don't Let Him Waste Your Time</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Well, you can stay all night if you want to</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> You can hang out with all of his friends</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> You can go and meet his mother and father</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Hmm, you better make sure that's where it ends<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh_c44FVV8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/t5l1w54tjeU/s1600-h/bw064.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh_c44FVV8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/t5l1w54tjeU/s320/bw064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053000176618526658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Jarvis Cocker, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/02%20Don_t%20Let%20Him%20Waste%20Your%20Time.mp3">"Don't Let Him Waste Your Time"</a><br /><br />Okay so here is the thread-- the British Jarvis Cocker wrote some of the lyrics on Charlotte Gainsbourg's latest CD, <span style="font-style: italic;">5:55</span> (see yesterday's post) as well as contributing to Air's most recent CD, <span style="font-style: italic;">Pocket Symphony</span>. And, he was on the <span style="font-style: italic;">Monseiur Gainsbourg Revisited</span> CD that was a reworking of some of Charlotte's dad's songs. This here song was originally written for Nancy Sinatra (of "These Boots Were Made for Walking" fame) in 2004. He released it last year. It starts out earnest enough, but then gets a bit snotty along the way, maintaining a solid swagger throughout and I like it. In case you didn't know, Jarvis Cocker was the lead singer of Pulp. And, perhaps <span style="font-style: italic;">more</span> importantly, he was in the Weird Sisters, the fictional wizard band from <span style="font-style: italic;">Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire!<br /><br /><a href="http://myspace.com/jarvspace">Jarvis Cocker's MySpace page</a> :: <a href="http://www.pulponline.com/">More about Pulp</a><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-5933486777324334509?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-81171987285589300352007-04-24T09:29:00.000-07:002007-04-24T14:41:47.589-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Charlotte Gainsbourg :: Everything I Cannot See</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You're my life, you're my hope</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You're the chain, you're the rope</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You're my god, you're my hell</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You're the sky, you're myself</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You're the reason I'm living</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You're all that I have to discover</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Ri55Y5_q0dI/AAAAAAAAAJw/E4GcN8MVcYU/s1600-h/450px-Charlotte_Gainsbourg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Ri55Y5_q0dI/AAAAAAAAAJw/E4GcN8MVcYU/s320/450px-Charlotte_Gainsbourg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057112900375335378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Charlotte Gainsbourg, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/cg_everything.mp3">"Everything I Cannot See"</a><br /><br />Did you ever see her in <span style="font-style: italic;">Jane Eyre</span> with William Hurt? The Franco Zefferelli directed movie? Ohh-wee, it was good. I had wanted to see it -- I LOVE that book -- but had missed it and kept forgetting at the video store (still no Netflix for me, alas) and then when I was down and out and sick and home and in bed and in need of something, anything to watch, there it was, right from the beginning and everything. Charlotte was a great Jane, plain enough, but with this air, this majesty that made you understand how Mr. Rochester falls in love with her. Anywho, you may already know that her Dad was Serge Gainsbourg (if you know who Serge is, I'm sure you know this is her daughter) but in any case, he was a famous oft-controversial French musician. And her mom is chanteuse and actress Jane Birkin. But wait, I've not told you of this bizarre song. This is typical of her lineage-- it's a boozy, hazy, whispered lament of love and it's backed, as is the whole album this is from, <span style="font-style: italic;">5:55,</span> by the French band Air.<br /><a href="http://www.charlottegainsbourg.fr/"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">More about Charlotte Gainsbourg </span></a><span style="font-style: italic;">:: </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.pocket-symphony.com/">More about Air</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-8117198728558930035?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-70716552456235910682007-04-16T21:24:00.000-07:002007-04-16T21:24:49.767-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Maia Hirasawa :: And I Found This Boy</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />We talked about life<br />We talked about time<br />We talked about me<br />While he was looking around<br />He was searching for something new and exciting<br />While I was standing there right in front of him - hello!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh_dW4FVV9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3FahGaTc50o/s1600-h/maia_band%282%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh_dW4FVV9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3FahGaTc50o/s320/maia_band%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053000692014602194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Maia Hirasawa, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/05%20And%20I%20found%20this%20boy.mp3">"And I Found This Boy"</a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Don't say I'm desperate, I'm not!</span> The best line - but unfortunately I have no idea what she's saying before or after that line so I didn't lead in with it. In fact, I'm guessing about all the lyrics to this song, she just has a few mouthfuls, a couple of complicated turns-of-phrases and with the slight accent (she's from Sweden, and is in Hello Saferide, too), well it's all too adorable. I love the back-up singers on this track too. It reminds me of Esthero's "Everyday Is a Holiday (With You)" although that one is all about rainbows and unicorns and love and how wonderful life is and well it's not, by any stretch of the imagination, a break-up song. Quite the opposite. So this song is, I think, about how she's looking for someone, even for one night (that part of the lyrics, I got) and she finds this boy, but not only does he have a girlfriend but he knows all about her exes. Am I right? I dunno. It's hard to follow, but I love this song, it's so filled with life and vigor and energy and girlish charm, and even though the video is her and a guy in a giant rat suit in a men's bathroom, I still envision a whole Singing in the Rain dance number on some wet foreign street - with canes!- when I hear it. This CD will most definitely end up on my top ten of 2007, and I can say that with confidence even though it's only April. It's all good!<br /><a href="http://www.maiahirasawa.com/"><br /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.maiahirasawa.com/">More about Maia Hirasawa</a> :: <a href="http://www.hellosaferide.com/">More About Hello Saferide</a> :: <a href="http://www.klicktrack.com/shop/search.jsp?cp=223&amp;a=maia+hirasawa">Buy this CD!</a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-7071655245623591068?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-53812763136653060882007-04-13T11:08:00.000-07:002007-04-13T11:28:15.948-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Pelle Carlberg :: Clever Girls Like Clever Boys Much More Than Clever Boys Like Clever Girls</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You should have listened to what Momma said</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />And walked away with someone else instead</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />You should have listened to what Grandma said</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And married someone more like Fred<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh5dcYFVV7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/HjxUC7BMszY/s1600-h/pelle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh5dcYFVV7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/HjxUC7BMszY/s320/pelle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052578574038816690" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Pelle Carlberg, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/08%20Clever%20Girls%20Like%20Clever%20Boys%20Much%20More%20Than%20Clever%20Boys%20Like%20Clever%20Girls.mp3">"Clever Girls Like Clever Boys Much More Than Clever Boys Like Clever Girls"</a><br /><br />Yesterday French, today Swedish. Pelle Carlberg makes delightful pop music, I hear he's quite well known and popular in his country and I get it. Everyone sights early Belle and Sebastian when speaking of him. Who cares, it's not like B&S created the concept of lush pop songs, they only perfected them. And frankly, Mr. Carlberg (he looks like a Mister, no?) writes exquisite lyrics and zinger song titles. "I Love You, You Imbecile" and "Go To Hell, Miss Rydell" and "How I Broke My Foot and Met Jesus" to name just a few.<br /><br />This starts with those shakers and hand claps - ohh wee! I can't say enough about hand claps. Now the sentiment is a bit, well, <span style="font-style: italic;">daggy</span>, I mean, clever boys like clever girls don't they? Of course they do. But not with the frequency as us smart girls, sadly. And certainly not in their early years. Oh those painful early years!<br /><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.pellecarlberg.se/">Pelle Carlberg's Website</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> :: </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.labrador.se/artists/pellecarlberg.php3">Labrador, his label</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-5381276313665306088?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-28955480685238975812007-04-11T19:37:00.000-07:002007-04-12T08:39:27.775-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Soko: I'll Kill Her</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />I would have met your friends<br />We would have had a drink or two<br />They would have liked me<br />Because sometimes I'm funny<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh2lgIFVV6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/NYNdzfo8epY/s1600-h/pack-EP.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh2lgIFVV6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/NYNdzfo8epY/s320/pack-EP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052376328323815330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Soko, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/01%20I%27ll%20Kill%20Her.mp3">"I'll Kill Her"</a><br /><br />If no one has ever told you not to take the advice of pop songs, let me be the first. Still, some folks find it fun to exercise their imaginations and plot wildly horrible acts, in song. This songs for you! This band is French, the gal sings in English with a heavy accent which makes the chorus, "I'll kill her" just sound so darn cute! The song is an ex-girlfriend's angry (but peppy and insane) threat to take out the new girl and a longing for what could have been. Okay it's more than a longing, it's a bit psychotic. The blog <a href="http://www.theclerisy.com/afor/">Another Form of Relief</a> suggested the narrator was never even in a relationship to break-up from and that it's more a stalker-perspective ditty. I agree. Either way, it's perfect for this blog.<br /><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.myspace.com/thesokos"><br />Soko's My Space Page</a><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-2895548068523897581?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-91193385397764470662007-03-23T11:01:00.000-07:002007-03-23T11:02:48.189-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Bon Jovi :: You Give Love A Bad Name</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You're a loaded gun</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">There's nowhere to run</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">No one can save me</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The damage is done</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Retj9nZ0GoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WyYydrHgxj0/s1600-h/Jon-Bon-Jovi-Poster-C10050342.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Retj9nZ0GoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WyYydrHgxj0/s320/Jon-Bon-Jovi-Poster-C10050342.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038230518344456834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Bon Jovi, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/You%20Give%20Love%20A%20Bad%20Name.mp3">"You Give Love A Bad Name"</a><br /><br />Tee hee. I can't say anything really, this song must rest on the laurels of it's brilliant lyrical content and Jon's equally brilliant hair don't. Have a great weekend...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-9119338539776447066?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-4929232107872445142007-03-21T10:30:00.000-07:002007-03-21T09:36:45.921-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Let's Go Sailing :: Icicles</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But I know one day the sun will come<br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic;">And the icicles will have no choice but to melt </span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />And I'll forget how this felt<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RfruqPUjfPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0t1kDI836-I/s1600-h/let%27s-go-sailing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RfruqPUjfPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0t1kDI836-I/s320/let%27s-go-sailing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042605142229351666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Let's Go Sailing, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/03%20icicles.mp3">"Icicles"</a><br /><br />Doesn't sound like such a sad song, does it? I mean the purty strumming and there is a hopefulness to the music. I believe this band has members in common with Silverspun Pickups, and I like that band well enough but they don't sound like this. This is Pop Music, capital P. And one of the Haden triplets is a part of this outfit too-- is it Tanya? Man, I should have gotten my facts on them straight before writing about them. Let's see, they're going to be on <a href="http://kcrw.org">KCRW</a> live in studio on Morning Becomes Eclectic this week. Maybe even today?!<br /><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://letsgosailingmusic.com/">More About Let's Go Sailing</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> ::</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-492923210787244514?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-56603263184489364492007-03-20T20:20:00.000-07:002007-03-20T20:22:51.797-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Libbie Schrader :: Wish You Were The Woman</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Where do we go from here</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I don't think I can sleep this off</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You've already made yourself clear</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You think I would have had enough</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But I wish you were the woman </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I wish I was the man</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When a man loves a woman the way I love you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">He'll get her in the end</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RfrrWfUjfOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DIq0nm9maqY/s1600-h/libbieschrader4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RfrrWfUjfOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DIq0nm9maqY/s320/libbieschrader4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042601504392051938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Libbie Schrader, <a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/04%20Wish%20You%20Were%20The%20Woman.mp3">"Wish You Were The Woman"</a><br /><br />Schrader was in a band Think of England, that won all sort of Pantene-sponsored and Jewel (the singer) sponsored contests. Now she's a solo artist and she's still winning crap. She was a finalist in some International Songwriting Contest. You know I don't care about that stuff, I just like this song. It's pretty simple. And more importantly, it's fairly clever and I like clever.<br /><br />I found this at the super-duper blog <a href="http://staergetaleht.blogspot.com/2007/03/inbox-tuesday-gargantuan-post.html">The Late Greats</a>.<br /><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.libbieschrader.com/index.shtml">More about Libbie Schrader</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> :: </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.kgrl.fm/fpa/libbieschrader.php">And even more</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-5660326318448936449?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com'/></div>Blind Ladynoreply@blogger.com0