At the Stroke of Midnight

All clocks say 12:00 am, meaning I'm now old enough to order alcohol and all other perks of being 21 (which is what?). That and between these two sentences I got mobbed by a uh, mob of guys on a rampage, due to this fact.

Try the Ensalada...

Well, a little over a week left of school, I'm turning 21 in less than a week, and that means I'm on the lookout for good music again. I've finally hit the point where all the music I've bought I've finally listened to enough and going back to old standards kinda depresses me. Of course, it's a strange thing, the music I'm talking about. I'm not talking about music that I listen to as a musician, I'm talking about music that I listen to as a lover of music in general. Two separate things, I must tell you. Lately the ones that have stuck on the rotation to give you a general idea of what I listen to forget I'm a musician is:

Nickel Creek: This Side
KT Tunstall: Eye to the Telescope
Kate Earl: Fate is the Hunter
Amos Lee: Amos Lee
Norah Jones: Come Away With Me
Jamie Cullum: Twentysomething

Crap, that's an intense list, go buy all of it immediately. Now I'm looking for something else to sate my ear cravings. More on this later.

Speaking of which, here's one of them right here:
Kate Earl: Officer

Fizz Makes the World Taste Better

Seriously, what's up with carbonation? I mean, to the best of my knowledge, they added it to make soda drinkable back in the old days because it was so thick no one could guzzle the miracle drug. But now it's in our sodas, in French water, and nobody ever talks about it. Honestly, it is the very definition of soft drinks in regions of the United States (it IS soda, not pop or coke) but it's not like we like it or dislike it. It's just sorta there. I kinda don't like it, I think it's annoying because if you try to chug it, it burns your throat. You try to slosh it around in your mouth to get rid of the burning sensation, your mouth fills with toxic CO2. Plus it messes with the flavor. Of course, on the other hand if it wasn't for carbonation we'd be left with water, high fructose corn syrup, chemicals that represent artificial flavors, added colorings, and stimulants. So thank you carbonation for tricking us into thinking we're drinking something other than pure death. I DON'T WANT MY MIND AT EASE. That is all.

Live at the Ryman #2

So yes, tonight I got to see the fabled Gov't Mule. Warren Haynes, one of the finer guitar players with an incredible voice fronting the band. My compatriot Joshua and I got to the Ryman around 7 and at around 8 Mule took to the stage. Unbelievable show. Anyways, coolest part, the guitarist Jack Pearson (read backwards, I referenced him back there somewhere in the archives), local guitarist who happens to be off his rocker good came on stage and played two songs with Mule. Made Warren Haynes look stupid cause he was so good. Anyways, yeah, we left at 11:30 and Mule was still playing. Then we got McDonalds. Then we saw a fire truck and ambulance in Belmont's appartment area. Then in my dorm they came in and took a basketball player out who had passed out and hit his head. Then I ended up talking to this girl with music for half an hour. Then I came up and wrote this. Now I'm going to go to bed because tommorow I have a lesson I haven't really practiced for, a piano test I haven't got done, and BGVs to learn and a part to play for this guy in his vocal seminar. Then I'm going to go to bed too.

As You Wish (You Jerk!)

It's becoming a regular occurrence for me to mosey on down the street to the Belcourt Theatre to see movies long past into the public access channels. This past Friday I experienced the Princess Bride in it's cinematic glory. The best part was that it is entirely possible that everyone in the theatre has seen this movie at least 10 times or more. Thus, shouting at the screen ensued not long after the opening credits. For those of you not up with your musician's culture, Rob Reiner, director of the Princess Bride, also directed
This is Spinal Tap, the definitive rockumentary of the century.
In Spinal Tap, the lead guitarist is Nigel Tufnel, played by Christopher Guest, who delivers the epic line, "but these amps go to 11." Guest also plays the Count Rugen in the Princess Bride. In any case, in the part where Wesley (Cary Elwes) notices Rugen has six fingers, someone in the audience yells "His fingers count to eleven!" The theatre died in laughter for a long time after.

Unplugged

I don't know what's wrong with me but for some reason I like almost every Alanis Morissette's songs if they're somehow acoustic or otherwise. I hate every single they play on the radio (minus maybe Ironic and even then, when set against the unplugged version it sounds horrible) but for some reason every acoustic song I've heard I've found to be compelling. Right, anyways...