Marissa over at The Anti DC has been responsible for more morning coffee through the nose than I can count--and this Friday, she's been turned loose here at TVD to DJ your Weekend Shots:Hello, e-friends! Fancy finding, well, me here! Yes, my slow but
steady takeover of the World Wide Web has finally begun. And you're
welcome.
But enough about my diabolical e-plans! It's time to take care of some
business, and by "business," I mean I will force my musical opinions
on you. Again, you're welcome.
Anyhow, so here we are. I must admit, despite my introductory bravado, I'm a little bit nervous here over at The Vinyl District. See, unlike most of my retardulous musings at The Anti DC, music has always been a very personal thing to me. Not only has it been the basis of many a great friendship, but it's also been a bit of an obsession. At one point, I even toyed with the idea of becoming a rock star myself...
I was living in Moscow, Russia, when a couple of acquaintances
approached me at a party and asked if I'd like to join their new band.
I gladly accepted (as I love making an ass out of myself) and
immediately began preparing for our first gig. After days of outfit
planning, I showed up at our show dressed as my alter ego, Babette the French Whore, which instantly became the name of the band. It was at that point that I knew history was about to be made. However, since I'm largely an idiot, the only history made in this instance was me being kicked out of my namesake band. Yeah.
But I'm not bitter. I mean, I was clearly the Gwen Stefani to their No
Doubt. What band wouldn't get a little jealous over that? So
naturally, they had to squash me before I could blow up and leave them in the proverbial dust, er, borscht (hey, we're talking about the Eastern Bloc here!). Or maybe it was because the only preparation I did for the show was invent an outfit, which took up so much time that I couldn't really learn the lyrics. Moot point, in my opinion.
Anyway, the point is, I love music. Singing it, dancing to it,
listening to it, and yes, sometimes even dressing for it. And while
I've finally come to accept that I'll never be a rock star (I'm
apparently not enough of a multi-tasker for that), I still love great
music and those who make it.
And so, without further ado (i.e., me telling any more ridiculous
stories about my equally ridiculous past), I invite you to take a
listen to some of the most influential, inspiring, fun, irreverent,
beautiful, sentimental, memorable, dance-worthy and/or just plain
awesome songs that I would put on any mixtape for a good friend or, in this case, e-friend. Enjoy!
The Faint - I Disappeaer (Mp3)
Bams - Please, Tends L'oreille (Mp3)
Elliott Smith - Let's Get Lost (Mp3)
Fugazi - Merchandise (Mp3)
Thom Yorke - The Clock (Mp3)
At The Drive-In - Initiation (Mp3)
Dismemberment Plan - You Are Invited (Mp3)
Dizzee Rascal - Fix Up, Look Sharp (Mp3)
Blonde Redhead - Water (Mp3)
Bright Eyes - Pull My Hair (Mp3)
