A song that make we fall alseep, or some thing like this.

rather then saying anything about this particular assignment or speak to it anyway, I'm going to plug this video instead:

...and call the assignment DONE.
k' g'night

Music 5/22/2011

Today I'm s'posed to write and share a song I dance to to which I can dance.
Well, today I didn't feel much like dancing.
But, I guess that's the benefit of tackling a challenge and sticking to it: that sometimes it might force you think in ways you might not normally do.

At first, it was hard to find a song I felt I could genuinely dance to. My melancholy affliction brought me again and again to slow, lullfull ballades.  However, and I'll spare ya'll the lengthiness, in short order I discovered dozens of songs I could dance to. Of this, I could not choose between two. But why should only one song hold the top rating of Marc-dance-ability? Must one choose one, und only vun song?

I could not.
<3

Music 5/20/11

If there's one thing I'm going to Fuckin' learn before the Void consumes me, it's follow through!
This that attitude in mind, I started this 30days of music goal, and by honey, I'm going to finish it!
Right, so where were we?


day 01 - your favorite song
day 02 - your least favorite song
day 03 - a song that makes you happy
day 04 - a song that makes you sad
day 05 - a song that reminds you of someone
day 06 - a song that reminds you of somewhere
day 07 - a song that reminds you of a certain event
day 08 - a song that you know all the words to


7 down, like 22 to go. I continue in order for ease, I guess.
A song I know all the words to? Thats a hard one. I can sing along (mostly) with alot of songs, but without prep, I can hardly think of any. the birthday song?
Actually, there is one song that come to mind. I know from me heart. And to prove it, I'm going write the lyrics below without Googling them.

Jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiggggglyyyyyypuff jigglyyyyyyy jiggly puufff jigglypuff.

Music 5/17/11

After along Hiatus. I'm back. And back to this month of music.

So where were we?
day 07 - a song that reminds you of a certain event

input Song here

It was christmas time. Perhaps not, but that's how i'll always remember it. and even if it wasn't then, it is now. We joined together, the five of us. Our glasses filled our heads over flowing on sweet ambrosia. It steamed in a cauldron, rich anise and cinnamon spice. Exquisite. I recall egg rolls. I don't even like egg rolls. A failed prank call to a place called Egg Roll House resulted in an abundance of egg rolls. Pizza too. both eaten hardily. Between bites smiling teeth and laughter. They were like pizza. I remember that, too. And pictionary and the orange kitten, Kiseki, and the longest fucking Game of Life. EVER! I am short and scrawny. He is a large man in bulk and body. A mountainous delight, the huggable ball of grump, he is Sabi. I am Marcus. Hope, too, was small than he; though she was greater in spirit - next to her, Dionysus seems mild. Ruby, graceful Ruby, our brew-master and masterful beauty reigned the cups and kept us full. Also Bob was there.

I'm not sure why - No. I know why. I hear this song that night for the first time. I heard others as well. Though it is/was this one that stuck: Night Must End - Sleeping at Last

It is a glorious song. Beyond my descriptive abilities. Only suggest you to listen and perhaps hear as I. Since that night, this song has stuck with me. It could be sad. It might be glad. I can only tell you this, I feel no sorrow it it's notes. It has been said, "to all good things come an end." I'll suffer a hundred thousand endings without regret.

Music 5/10/11

day 06 - a song that reminds you of somewhere

I guess I have nostalgia on the brain. A friend dropped off a six pack of Sam Adams at my place last weekend. the hoppy, full-bodied genuine cold filtered draft dances on my tongue and I recall the first taste of beer from what seems like eons ago. We were sitting on the wharf, my family and I. The summer sun was strong, I think. It was a weekend. We had just spent a morning at Boston's Childern's Museum and my parents wished to relax at a near by restaurant. My dad (or mom) ordered a beer. Being 6 or 7 or whatever at the time, I wanted a taste. But I digress. Perhaps I'm cheating a bit, because the recent bout of nostalgia made me remember a certain place I hear a song (rather then visa versa). It was on Foresthills st. that I first hear the song above. the caterwauling vocals of "Boston, you're my home" immediately perked my interest. I recall sitting at this light in my father's car when the this song came on the radio. At the corner of the off ramp of Arbor way, turning on to Washington was just moments from home. The intersection is one that imparts on many of my childhood memories.

Days of music - 5/9/11

day 5 - a song that makes you sad.

I guess I've got ancient history on the brain. Back in Boston I grew up in JP or Jamaica Plains, a borrow of Boston. I remember laying awake at night. Sometimes you could hear pistol shots in the off the corridors of apartments. At the time I didn't know what the sound was - it wasn't until years later in Michigan that I connected the popping sound to the sound of a pistol. The retort is much quieter in the din of a city then in the lane of a shooting gallery.

days of Music - 5/8/11 (also, mum's day)

Day 4 -  a song that makes you sad
Day 5 - a song that reminds you of someone

Today's mother's days! So In honor of that tradition, I thought I'd pick a song that reminded me of my Mother. way back in my youth, I found an album, one of the first I purchased my self, Smash Mouth All Star (single). I remember listening to it on the way home in the car. My Mommy mentioned how she liked my choice of music. Anyway, it was a sunny afternoon when I was playing on Harvard's lawn. Mom was inside, doing something scientific. A bee hidden in the grass beneath my ankles became agitated and planted a fierce-some sting in me. Next I remember sitting in a chair in Mom's lab; she was applying some tincture she'd made to the wound. I remember being impressed and proud and love of this mighty woman. Anyway, for whatever reason, Smash Mouth's Walking on the Sun reminds of those early days, of Boston summer, of Harvard, of Cindy K. Miranti.

I should note, like most of these video posts, I've not seen the music videos...