What I’m Spinning: December-January

I’m one of those people who never does anything in a timely manner. It’s March almost April now. Whoops!

This is the original, but I was binge watching Deandre Brackensick videos. I do that sometimes.

I was listening to Elvis sing this, and thought I should look up the original. I’m so glad I did!

I heard this version first, but I adore Sammy Davis Jr.’s interpretation.

I’m not sure how I got hooked on this song, but I think it may be the result of me going down an El Debarge rabbit hole!

They sing another one of my ultimate jams. I quite like this one too.

Any song that uses the phrase ‘booty-ooty’ should be in the hall of fame.

I get this one stuck in my head quite often.

I’m  not sure how I came across this song, but I was so thankful that I did.

~Dahlia

A Few of My Favorite Things 3

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Getting great deals on vinyl. Three 45s for 50 cents, y’all!

 

 

 

Cotton Candy Bubble Yum

Les Twins

Old Awards Show performances (Levert boyz II men, El Debarge, etc.)

Matt Morris singing My Cherie Amour

Arrivederci, Too-da-loo, and Ciao!

~Dahlia

What I’m Spinning: All Time Christmas Favorites

The best Christmas albums of all time are the Temptation’s album, and the Phil Spector album. No doubt about it. No questions asked. There are plenty of other great Christmas albums (Charlie Brown, Elvis, Chipmunks, etc.) but these take the cake. I’ve been listening to the Temptation’s album since I was four. That’s when the CD fell into my possession. I’m still dreaming about the day I’ll find A Christmas Gift to You from Phil Spector on vinyl in a thrift store for dirt cheap. Anyways here are some of my all time favorite Christmas songs.

I feel like I sing this song year round. Oops!

I’ve observed the guy’s dancing doesn’t always seem to match the subject matter of the song the group is singing. It’s quite hilarious, especially because in all of their songs, it’s never actually his voice. The guy who created this band is also behind Milli Vanilli, so…. Anyways, this is my favorite version of this song.

This song is super similar to another song by her that I adore. This is such a classic.

Honestly, the whole Charlie Brown Christmas album by Vince Guaraldi is the epitome of Christmastime nostalgia to me.

This one is just so great. Hasan Green and his friends singing it is my favorite. Him singing with his friends is just my favorite in general.

The Temptations sing arguably the best version of Silent Night ever, but my heart belongs to Rudolph! The “Hey, Rudolph!” and “One foggy Christmas Eve” get me every time!

Goosebumps, y’all.

~Dahlia

 

What I’m Spinning: November 6- December 8

Play that funky music, y’all! I listen to so much music, but many songs only once. Some of it not even that much. These are songs I’ve played multiple times within the last month, and feel like an accurate portrayal of what I’ve been listening to this past month. Also, the music wasn’t heavily screened for content, so proceed with caution!

I freaked out when I saw Missy had released a new song. It’s perpetually stuck in my head. So, this is the actual music video, and I’m in love with a puppet haha. But there’s plenty of bad language in addition to life-like puppets, so beware.

I was listening to some Dionne Bromfield, and she had covered this song. I’ve been jamming to the original. I’ve quite liked this song for years.

Boy From New York City is my jam from ages ago (middle school…7th grade?) and I just so happen to play it recently, and was really enjoying it.

 

I don’t know how I missed this song when it came out, especially considering how much I enjoyed the album (although I never got around to buying it- shameful, I know). Cee Lo Green is amazing in general, so it’s always fun to ‘discover’ his stuff.

Our preacher incorporated this song into the lesson last Sunday and I kinda freaked, because it was my jam (everything’s my jam haha) two years ago. He said that if anyone knew the song, we must be as old as him. He’s 70 (ish)! Anyways he sang the song in its original form, and changed the lyrics to match with his lesson also. It think it was pretty killer!

Here’s another blast from my past that I never did buy. Whoops! Is it wrong to call something a blast from your past when you’re only 18? The lyrics in this song are hilarious, or creepy/awful/degrading depending how you look at it haha. This song with the same title is the boy’s perspective on the same topic. I love it!

The next what I’m spinning shall be of Christmas songs, for it’s that time of the year again!

~Dahlia

A Few of My Favorite Things 2

I tend to call anything I remotely like my favorite. I call every song that I mildly enjoy (or vehemently despise) my jam. I really mean it when I talk about these things, I promise!

There are some songs that make me have to pause five seconds in because I can’t even handle the feelings they give me. Sometimes its the song itself, other times it’s the person’s voice. With this song, it’s everything. I can’t put into words how Stevie Wonder singing Me and Mrs. Jones makes me feel. But I will tell you, I look like an idiot swaying along to it. I wish I were cool.

The way I feel about the song above applies Miles Hodges’ poetry also. I just can’t even begin to describe… The thing about spoken word is that they speakers often times speak about lofty subjects with trillions of alliterations. Sometimes I catch and understand all of it the first time ’round. Other times, I understand nothing. Often, I understand bits and pieces. Anyways, to me, his stuff never gets old. It never stops speaking to me. Honestly, all of Striver’s Row is killer.

Celebrate the Holidays with Duck Donuts!

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Since I’ve moved in with the Other Sister, I’ve missed daily stuffing my face with Duck Donuts. They now ship them! I can again enjoy Duck Donuts everyday! These are the best donuts I’ve ever had. Nothing compares. Except maybe Krispy Kreme. Shipley’s donut holes are A+. I think I just really like donuts.

Sassy Magazine. I discovered it two summers ago probably through Buzzfeed. The first copy I bought was this one with Mayim Bialik on the cover. I’ve since accumulated at least 20 issues. It’s the best teen magazine to ever exist. The writers had actual opinions (for better or for worse), they talked about issues plaguing different genders, races and socioeconomic backgrounds, and did not treat the readers like idiots. They published super critical letters to the editor that portrayed them in a negative light. Sassy Magazine is just so amazing. I wish it could come back. The closest thing is Rookie Mag and xoJane *sigh*. I totally enjoy both sites, but for different reasons haha.

~Dahlia

What I’m Spinning: September 24-November 5

It’s hard for me to pinpoint what I’ve been listening to, because I’ve had the same songs stuck in my head for ages. Oh! Disclaimer- These songs have not been screened for content, and goodness knows the longer a song is, the easier it is to miss bad language and such.

I can’t remember exactly when or where I heard this song, but I wrote it down, and eventually looked it up. I heard it by Margot Bingham first. I then heard Ma Rainey sing it. They’re both great, you can’t beat Ma Rainey!

When I was first working on my car, I blasted (I say blasted, but you couldn’t hear the music unless you were pretty close to the car) The Time’s Cool a few too many times. I felt so cool sitting in my purple car with this song playing .

I also have been singing their song Get it Up. I only know like nine of the words haha. I had no idea it was their song, for I had first heard it it by TLC. The Time does it best!

Their song Wild and Loose is a killer too. Can’t find a video for it, sorry!

I love Postmodern Jukebox, and I adored their cover of Hey Ya!

I was on a Sondheim kick and fell in love with Send in the Clowns. The first versions I heard were of him teaching the song. I then found Bernadette Peter’s version. Isn’t she the coolest? I honestly don’t have a favorite version, although I love the voice of the student in the video where he’s teaching the song.

I love late 50’s to mid 60’s girl groups. They are one of my biggest inspirations in everything. I’ve loved the since I was seven or eight years old. This song by the Shangri-Las has been stuck in my head. I probably came across it while binging on girl group music. I think this was one of the only songs written specifically for the soldiers in Vietnam in support of them. I’m probably way off on that, though.

That’s it. I had to think long and hard to come up with songs that I’d actually been listening to. I of course listened to other music, but it was music I listen to regularly, and that would be too long of a list!

~Dahlia

A Few of My Favorite Things

I’m always introducing new segments, aren’t I? Well, I have a lot of favorite things. I think I should randomly start posting some of them.

One of my favorite songs of all time is Son of a Preacher Man by Dusty Springfield.

My best friend and I spent a day together before I moved across quite a few states to live with the Other Sister. Press Your Luck was on, and my friend had never had the immense pleasure of watching grown folks look like idiots whilst screaming “NO WHAMMY!”. I figured we’d watch the first five minutes, but we ended up watching the whole thing. Ken is so entertaining. That lucky duck managed not to get any whammies! Anyways, if you skip to the end, you’ll see Ken do an amazing dance. 

This Orange Creamsicle Fudge is the bomb.com. It melts in your mouth and its terribly addictive. I could live on this stuff.

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I absolutely positively adore Frank Morrison’s Artwork. Go buy his stuff here.

Frank M www, 1/26/11, 11:42 AM, 16C, 1214x1211 (75+213), 17%, Repro 2.2 v2, 1/12 s, R126.6, G101.1, B94.0

So long, farewell to you my friend (song references are my favorite)
~Dahlia

Guess Who I Saw Today: Lenny Kravitz


So… The Other Sister came up with another feature for my blog in which I write about all of the concerts I go to. She suggested I take a picture of all of the stickies I collect and then blog about the show. It’s official now, it’s a new segment.

A little background: I almost called the Other Sister’s husband the Ticket-master instead of Jamie Starr – frankly it’s still up in the air. Why? Because he’s our hook up. If any of us want to see a show, we check with him first.

Anyways, Thursday he called up (I assume-he could have just asked her while I was sleeping) the Other Sister and asked if I would be interested in going to a Lenny Kravitz concert. I said I would totally be interested. Mind you, I’ll go to just about any concert/show because I thoroughly enjoy watching people perform. I truly was interested in seeing him though. Sidenote- I always feel bad going to shows and not knowing any/all of the words. Or worse yet, a few select words from the chorus of the artist’s most popular song.

I had gone thrifting earlier, and I had no idea what day the concert was or at what time. When I found out it was that day, and that we had to leave in a few hours, I had to rush to do a bunch of things. I threw on my ‘concert skirt’ (I’ve worn this skirt to 2 or 3 concerts), my black heels, and grabbed everything I could possibly stuff into my purse and then some. We (Me, Other Sister, Photographer, and Lil’ Ruffneck) piled into the car (because i’m still learning to drive) and headed out to meet Jamie Starr. I then got into the car with him and we drove to the venue. I sat in his office for a few hours waiting for the show to start. Here’s a picture of me ‘backstage’ doing what I do best- paying no attention to the people around me and reading a book (preferably dark or depressing). The office was empty when I took this picture. 
Jamie Starr took me to my seat and I read some more of my book to pass the time. It was only a fifteen-ish minute wait. So Lenny Kravitz comes out, and he’s one cool lookin’ dude. Honestly though, my eyes were almost always on his background singers ’cause they were so cool. SO COOL. I want to be them when I grow up. The horn section was amazing – they are usually my favorite part of any given show. All the musicians were amazing. The drummer and bass player were especially killer.. as was the guitarist. Whoops- I think that was everybody on the stage. Wait! The keyboard/pianist was killer too- his name was George (I think). Anyways, here’s one of his most popular songs, and you can see his background singers killin’ it at 1:07 and throughout.

Fast forward to the last quarter of the concert- my feet were killing me. I had stood the whole time. I’m not the kind to dance around at concerts, and standing in one position becomes more painful than moving about. That’s what I get for wearing those blasted 5 inch heels. By this point in time I was ready to sit down (I had been ready since the beginning really) but I didn’t want to be rude. Everybody in front of and behind me (but not beside me) were still standing up. If I sat down, I wouldn’t be able to see anyways. When I seriously considered sitting down, Mr. Kravitz says “Everybody stand up” so I ended up standing through the rest of the concert. You are probably asking yourself why I would have such a long rambling about standing up. There is (kind of) a reason, besides complaining (haha). So, Mr. Kravitz must have really been feeling the crowd, because he decides to walk through it. I just so happen to have an aisle seat. It didn’t really matter, because most people left their seats to get closer anyways. He hops off the stage, walks down one aisle, and makes his way towards mine. The lady from two seats over (who migrated towards the aisle) kept shoving me and I thought she was trying to get closer. I tried to stay out of her way. Turns out, she was trying to get me closer so I could touch him. Tangent- What’s with wanting to touch a sweaty stranger that’s not even looking your way? What’s with wanting meet/talk to someone who doesn’t want to meet/talk with you? I mean c’mon now. Anyways, she gives me one last shove and I almost knocked into the man as he comes by. After the hubbub subsided her husband who was seated next to me asked if I got to touch Mr. Kravitz. I said almost. This is the song in which he goes through the crowd. It was a long song.

A little more background: Drunk people love me. Or at least that’s what I tell myself and others. They like the way I talk, the way I dress, and possibly other things. I think it may be that I am slightly too polite/nice/freaked out to ignore them, or to weasel my way out of conversations. The last concert I went to, a friendly drunk struck up a conversation with me about the show, and my age, and all sorts of things. The show before that, I may or may not have been hit on. He told me to call him the next afternoon. For all I know it could have been for a job interview. Maybe I should have another feature on the blog called ‘Drunk People Love Me’.

Anyways, the concert was almost over, or at least it seemed that way before a twenty minute song started. Somebody taps me on the shoulder. A strange woman asked me if I was enjoying the show. I smiled and said yes. She then shouted “Then why aren’t you dancing?”.  I smiled and turned back to face the stage. My shoulder were grabbed and made to move about. I turned and smiled again, hoping maybe that would satisfy her. She leaves her row, comes to my seat, and shoves her hips my way. I had no idea what to do. So I did my awkward “Pat Boone snapping/clapping to Tutti Frutti” dance moves. I locked eyes with the security guy hoping he’d help me. That’s his job, right? NOPE. He just smiled and shrugged his shoulders at me. I thought this dance/groping session would never end. She finally went back to her seat (a row behind me and somewhere between 6 and 9 seats down) while commanding me to keep dancing. I looked around wondering if anyone else was taking in the absurdity of all of this and saw people smiling and laughing along. I then remembered they were all hammered. I remembered that that’s what people go to concerts and do. Pay money to see something they won’t remember the next day. This woman did this to me two more times, and threatened it a few more times also. Near the end she made me take a selfie with her. All of this to say, a drunk woman made me dance with her, and I was not comfortable at all. (I like to write as melodramatically as possible. I think it builds character.)

All throughout that ordeal, I kept hoping Jamie Starr would come rescue me. He came and got me at the very end, when there wasn’t much to be rescued from. But, boy was I glad to see him! You should have seen how quickly I grabbed my purse and followed him out. The excitement of not having to look over my shoulder lasted for less than a minute. After almost being knocked over dancing, and being shoved five too many times, my feet couldn’t take it any longer. It was like a two minute walk to the car, but I had to stop and put on my Keds. I felt so stupid not being able to walk the short while to the car, but I’m glad I switched out shoes. I would have fallen over if I hadn’t. Picture is of my poor tortured feet. See the marks around my ankles?
 I’m sure I’ve mentioned before that I’m a total downer. If I haven’t made it clear before, it should be fairly obvious considering I spent so much time harping on drunk people. All of that aside, the show was great. Mr. Kravitz even said so himself. Our show was better than the Dallas one, he said. Again, the show was great, my seats (I originally had two so I didn’t have to sit next to anybody haha) were great, and I ate a great burger. I’ll leave you now with some Lenny Kravitz.

I almost forgot! So, Mr. Kravitz points out a sign that a young lady was holding that said ‘wardrobe malfunction’. He said that he had already done that. Anyways that made me laugh, especially considering how loudly everyone cheered after he mentioned it haha.

All That’s Left is to Say Goodbye (I’m quoting music titles now) OH! And I give my condolences to anybody who read every word of my ramblings.

~Dahlia