As much as I didn’t like high school, I’ve been trying to find some more positive aspects of my time there lately. So I began going through some of my old cds that I picked up during those “formative years.”
I never had a great cd collection at the start of grade 8 as most were mix tapes or soundtracks to movies on cassette (Prince’s BATMAN anyone?) However, back in the early 90’s, when I was but a nerd in grade 10, one of my favorite cartoons came out with a cd so I needed to purchase it.
The Ren and Stimpy Show: YOU EEDIOT!
The leaflet inside is still in pristine condition, considering how I read the lyrics until every song was memorized. Ya, back in the day before you were able to Google lyrics- if a cd came with lyrics, it was kind of a big deal.
I’m not saying I became popular because of this cd. But I found a kinship in other students who also enjoyed The Ren and Stimpy Show. Singing songs like “The Royal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen” or “Happy Happy Joy Joy” made me happy. It even opened up the door to other comedy cds and shows. A specific love of Monty Python was hatched at this time as well.
This is a song about a whale.
NO! This is a song about being happy: Happy Happy Joy Joy
The hardest part about being a teenager in the 90’s was the fact that you could only bring one cd at a time. And you hopped to hell that your “Anti-skip” on the CD player didn’t drain your battery before you finished your day in school.
Sharing an earbud and with a girl was also a sign that she was into you. Ya, listening to half a stereo sound was a true sign of affection. It was also a great way to ignore people.
I’m starting to feel better these days just listening to the goofiness of this album. Happiness is on its way.
Now boys and girls, let’s try this again.
I’m not feeling very friendly these days.
Even the doormat on our side door is feeling the same. But I don’t really want my friends to go away, maybe just leave me a bit of space.
I hate hitting a funk. These moments are poopy. My ways of dealing with it is shutting myself in and sleeping. Or really long walks in the rain. Since there’s no rain- time for an early morning nap. Maybe some tea and a book.
I need to escape these feelings of blah. Thanks for understanding. I’ll return to my upbeat self soon enough.
Recently on Facebook, one of those “copy and paste” challenges has been going around:
“Ten albums in no particular order that made an impact on you that are still in your rotation today. No explanation is required, just post the cover and nominate someone new each day to do the same.”
I had been watching this unfold on many friends’ feeds for few months. Each time I saw an album posted, I understood more about that person. Even though it says “no explanation is required…” most people explained a bit about the album. Some of the music shared was really good. Some was stuff I’d never heard of.
Ten days ago, I was nominated by a friend. So I decided to play along. I enjoyed posting a new album every day. It was neat to get response from people about my choices. My music selection over the ten days were:
- Monty Python: Sings
- James: Laid
- Moulin Rouge Soundtrack
- Space: Female Of The Species
- Pink Floyd: Wish You Were Here
- Beastie Boys: License To Ill
- Martin Solveig: Smash
- Faith No More: King For A Day…
- Green Day: Dookie
- Queen: Greatest Hits
All of these albums are still being played constantly. I hope I inspired others to listen to my music. Who knows, maybe I’ll figure out more music that I’ve missed out on or forgotten about as my friends continue to share their albums.
Today I was going through my iPhone and changing up some ringtones and sounds. Life is too dull with only having the default sound effects set up. I would like to say that I often change up my ringtones, but it’s more like once a year. Usually my phone is on silent/vibrate. But lately I’ve been wanting to hear it again.
I realized that the ringtones I have are from movies, video games, and some of my favorite songs. After years of using these themes, I still like to hear them. Pretty sure that subconsciously, when others hear my ringtones, it brings up feelings and memories. I know that a couple of weeks ago, when I was using the ringtone from “Episodes” it caught people’s attention. Mostly because it is a very irritating theme. Also, I was getting a lot of phone calls, so even I was getting irate.
I guess that this is what makes life a bit more interesting. Sound effects are everywhere. But we become so accustomed to them that they get filtered out. I sometimes add my own from my mouth just for fun. Nothing like singing a line from a song before answering the phone. “Who can it be now?” Or yelling out “Boom” as you hit enter on on email.
These are my current sounds. I love the Disney Turnstile beep. It’s one of those sounds that you hear in Disneyland all the time, but ignore.
I’m always on the hunt for new sounds/songs. What do you have set for your phone?
Over the past couple of days I have decided to listen to some of my older music. It started because of the other day watching Aggretsuko and remembering my love of heavy metal music. So out came some of my favorite cds and the tunes got cranked in my car.
Because of my eclectic tastes in music, I ventured far from my heavy metal albums and re-discovered some other classics from about 20 years ago that I listened to constantly. My drive in to work the past couple of days has been memorable because of these albums:
1995 Faith No More: King For a Day… Fool For a Lifetime.
This album has some great songs on it. I can listen to it from start to finish and then start again. I’m thinking that at my funeral “Just A Man” needs to be played.
1996 White Zombie: Super Sexy Swinging Sounds.
This album is a killer disco style remix version of Astro Creep 2000. Not many diehard Zombie fans appreciated this album. I found it to be a clever crossover of Industrial Metal and Electronic Music.
1996 Pulp: Different Class
This one is a Britpop style of album. The lyrics are gritty and tell a story in almost every song. Something about hearing “Let’s all meet up in the year 2000…” that reminds me of how old this album really is. And how old I am…
1998 Prozzäk: Hot Show
This one is a guilty pleasure. A quirky Canadian pop duo with catch phrases such as “Sucks To Be You” running rampant in a fun upbeat tempo.
I miss listening to an album all the way through. I’m glad I’ve dusted these ones off and given the laser in my car’s stereo something to do.
Sometimes a song just flows you into life. Or a momentary experience brings forth a lyric or two that just seem to fit the mood. This was my afternoon drive to get the kids from school in Fort Langley.
“They were all in love with dying they were drinkin’ from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche coming down the mountain.”
“I don’t mind the sun sometimes- the images it shows.
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes.”
The jacket I was wearing had a faint odor of chemical cleaner. The strange thing was it reminded me of a life twenty-five years ago. A time when girls wore scented lipgloss and fruity perfumes.
“Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies.
You never know just how you look through other people’s eyes.”
Sharing my life and these moments are the best I can do to show the world who I am.
Song lyrics courtesy of
“Pepper” By Butthole Surfers
Twenty two years ago, when I was 19, I used to go to night clubs and dance. I never cared what I looked like. Probably because I was drunk and outgoing. I’m still outgoing and don’t care what I look like. So it doesn’t stop me from dancing. Even sober.
Eleven to fifteen years ago, when I worked at Chuck E. Cheese’s there was lots of dancing. That made the job fun and entertaining. Plus the bad cover songs being performed by the animatronic rodent and the tv screens ended up being a foundation for my children’s musical tastes. “Our Mouse, and His Name is Chuck E Cheese” sung like “Our House” by Madness still haunts me. But when the song Boogie Fever would come on- I’d bust out some moves after hours while we cleaned up pizza crusts and finger prints off the arcade games.
Nowadays, the only chance I get to show off my moves is at weddings or driving in my car. Sometimes I strut down the stairs like I’m reliving a moment from the film “Saturday Night Fever“- ready to hit the town and own the dance floor. But I usually just end up in the kitchen dancing around the stove as I make breakfast.
Ya, Disco is kinda my thing. As well as Star Wars. The Star Wars Disco is the greatest thing ever. I think it should be played at my funeral. Just sayin’… Disco is not dead. Yet.
On my drive to work today, these were a collection of the songs I listened to:
Peter Gunn by The Art Of Noise
It’s music that just sounds like it’s from a 1970’s/1980’s film. Jazzy and techy. Fun to drive to.
Mama Mia by ABBA
A great disco tune. One that I know the words to. I love singing to this and bouncing around in my car.
More Human Than Human by White Zombie
This song just gets me going. It has a killer beat and drums along.
My Sunday morning drive is usually an eclectic arrangement of fun music that I enjoy. The drive home was NEWS Radio. That my usual Sunday. The rest of the week is mostly talk radio and podcasts.
Christmas is over and packed away in our home. As I mentioned about a month ago in Living Rearranged we were going to make a “Music Room” after the holidays. This was a place to keep our grand piano, guitars, drum kit, and other instruments out and accessible for use. My wife and I are hoping that this setup continues our children’s love of music throughout the years.
Besides the instruments, my wife wanted our music collection out as well. Our cds had been packed away in an old steamer trunk for nearly a decade. There hasn’t been much use for cds since downloading or streaming music has become the norm over the past few years. Seeing our combined collection of over 400 discs surprised me. I forgot how much I used to enjoy entering a record store on a Tuesday and buying an album for one or two songs. Oftentimes not listening to the rest of the songs more than once or twice.
Another discovery in the back of a storage closet was some old records. I moved them from boxes into some old milk crates to increase the nostalgia level. There is a collection of good and bad music that we either owned or inherited from family members. Some of our vinyl dates back to the 1960’s and 50’s. I have a couple of disco albums done in a string orchestra style from my parents that intrigue me. My wife has a healthy collection of 1980’s albums that she wants to listen to once more. With only our daughter having a record player, she is essentially in charge of what we will listen to.
Music always brings out memories and emotions in everyone. It should not be locked away, but rather shared with the world. That is our goal with our music room- sharing the joy that comes from all of the different aspects.
I am a terrible singer. I don’t even try. But I do have fun.
I end up having more fun mocking the styles of the artists I hear by over-exaggerating their sound. Sometimes it’s just loud mumbles until the chorus. Then I own that shit! I’ve done that at pubs and bars- sometimes in the middle of a live performance by a cover band. Shocking everyone.
I really enjoy flipping radio stations in the car when my kids are with me. I’ll sing portions of songs, then switch to find another that I know, just to switch it to another. This is also done at extremely loud decibels. That way people outside the car can hear it as well.
Did I mention that I not only drum on the steering wheel, but also dance in the car or make motions with my hands to the lyrics? There has been times where I’ve stopped the car and continued to sing and dance in the driver seat while people walk past. Only to have them smile and do a little jig for a moment before catching themselves. Life can’t always be serious and stagnant.
We’re here for a good time. Not a long time. So have a good time.