Rubis Bleu

C89.5

I don't know about you - but I listen to the local high school station to get my mind off the day to day grind of being an adult. Thought I would take a few moments to see how many of the songs they play have vids. (Music videos are getting odd...)

Young Folks:

Salmon Dance:

Starz In Their Eyes:

ElectroPOP:

Music:

Live version of Falling Slowly....  *soft sigh*  Does it get better then this?

Lady Sovereign Day

Because it's been a hard week. Music from across the pond.

Yeah Yeah:

Can't stop listening to this song.... (Somehow the video reminds me of a Zune promo on Methylenedioxymethamphetamine and crack.)

Better to lie...

Listen

I...like the things that you hate
And you...hate the things that I like
But it hurts
Honesty’s your church
But sometimes
It’s better to lie
I...am the vinegar and salt
And you...are the oil that dissolves
My frustration
Honesty’s limitation
But sometimes
It’s better to lie
I am the vinegar and salt
And you are the oil that dissolves my frustrations
Limitations
But sometimes...
I don’t dare to ask why - Hooverphonic

See Jane Sing

This weekend was a flurry of attempted cooking stories (pictures to come later) and writing an absolutely awful love scene in my book..... (self editing sucks.)

I needed a break.

So I called my trusty, high society friend, E. (By the way if you don't have a high society friend you should get one. If for no other reason then to watch someone eat chicken fingers with a fork and a knife. It's an amazing skill!)

I digress...

E, I and our chicken fingers went to Jazz Alley to hear Jane Monheit sing. It was.... spectacular. E was decked out in a mink trimmed leather coat with a matching coach mink clutch.  I, on the other hand, looked like I was hit by a train of wrinkle cotton blue.

We were first in line but our waitress, who after saying "Hi I'll be your waitress" completely ignored us for the next 45 minutes. (Others were eating their dinner and we hadn't even arrived yet!) So I snagged the water girl and she was kind enough to take our order and drinks. Yet when Jane started to sing the whole room forgot about the food.

Jane Mohheit's voice made the hairs on the back of my neck tingle. Strong, soft, perfection. She broke out some of her classic hits and a hidden track from her new album. (Target release only.) But the room exploded in cheers when she started singing Christmas songs.

Fantastic experience. 

(Eartha Kitt this Valentines day!)

Where's your head at....

Apparently I still haven't recovered from traffic yesterday after work. I left the office in full spirit to write but 75 minutes later and 8.9 miles..(you do the math of minutes per mile) I was more exhausted then if I had spent two hours at the gym.

So where was my head at??? Basement Jaxx of course:

You have found yourself
Trapped in this
Incomprehensible maze
Where's your head at?
Where's your head at? - Continue

Which lead me to Puretone:

I got two pale hands up against the window pane
I’m shaking with the heat of my need again
It starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain
There’s nothing I can do to reverse the gain
I’m looking down to the street below
There’s nothing in the way they move to show
They too, know what I knew
They too hunger for the beast below
Listening to the radio I feel so out of place
There’s a certain something missing that the treble can’t erase
I know you can tell just by looking at my face
A word about my weakness
I’m totally addicted to bass - Continue

Even though I haven't recovered from the traffic, dancing around to techno like a teenager sure does help with my "anger issues towards VW drivers, talking on their cell phones, driving 15 under the speed limit in the 'passing only lane.'" Freaken MOVE!!!! %^@(* ugh!