Two quick things before I run away from work and drive downtown for Flogging Molly. I’m pumped, aside from a niggling fear that mystery pain will get worse and force an early exit from the show. Fingers crossed.
Request: Does anyone know how and feel like making a new blog banner for me? The one I have now and have had for ages was made for me by The Aussie. It was to be temporary while he worked on something special. But he must have died and taken the banner with him, because that was months (well over a year) ago. I’d love to have something new, but I have no idea how to go about it myself.
PSA: Tomorrow is Free Comic Book Day! Get out there, grab some free comic books and don’t forget to buy something to support your local geekhaven!
The five songs I’ve used in this challenge surprised me. The only one I knew I’d use was Slow Cheetah. The rest happened a day at a time, and none of the other songs I planned to use made it into the five posts – including today’s. That’s one of the interesting things about music moods for me – I never know what I’ll be in the mood for from day to day. And this time, rather than relying a planned lists of songs to type about, I decided to wing it from day to day and let my mood guide the choices.
Which leads us to today’s selection.
Song the Fifth:
Float – Flogging Molly
Flogging Molly’s Float is on my mind for two reasons:
The theme: struggling with depression and indifference as time inevitably marches on. Trying to make sense from the senseless and grasping for reasons to persist. For obvious reasons, it speaks to me. Rather, it speaks me.
The timing: totally going to a Flogging Molly concert tonight, and I’m stoked. Fucking. Stoked.
Have a listen.
The Lyrics:
Drank away the rest of the day,
Wonder what my liver would say,
Drink… That’s all you can.
Blackened days With their bigger gales,
Blow in your parlor to discuss the day,
Listen… That’s all you can.
Ah but don’t, no don’t sink the boat,
That you built, you built to keep afloat.
Ah no don’t, no don’t sink the boat,
That you built.
Sick and tired of what to say,
No one listens anyway,
Sing… That’s all you can.
Rambling years of lousy luck,
Ya miss the smell of burning turf,
Dream… That’s all you can.
Ah but don’t, no don’t sink the boat,
That you Built, you built to keep afloat,
Ah no don’t, no don’t sink the boat,
That you built… That you built to keep afloat.
Singled out for who you are,
It takes all types to judge a man,
Feel… That’s all you can.
Filthy suits with bigot ears,
Hide behind their their own worst fears,
Live… That’s all you can.
It’s all you can.
It’s all you can… do.
No matter where I put my head,
I wake up feeling sound again,
Breathe… It’s all you can.
Tomorrow smells of less decay,
The flowers create this blooming fray,
Be thankful… That’s all you can.
Ah but don’t, don’t sink the boat,
That you Built, you built to keep afloat.
Ah no don’t, no don’t sink the boat,
That you built… you built to keep afloat.
Ah no don’t, no don’t sink the boat,
That you built, that you built to keep afloat.
A ripe old age,
A ripe old age,
I’m a ripe old age,
That’s what I am.
I’m a ripe old age,
A ripe old age,
A ripe old age,
Just doing the best I can.
A ripe old age,
A ripe old age,
A ripe old age,
That’s what I am!
A ripe old age,
A ripe old age,
A ripe old age,
Just doing the best I can!
The best I can!
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Fighting hard to not sink the boat. Hoping like hell that tomorrow smells of less decay. I’m doing the best I can. Are you?
Before I get into the post, I want you all to know how Truly Fucking Grateful I am for your outpouring of support, encouragement and just straight up being here for me. Completely unsolicited, you gathered ’round me and have kept me buoyed with your incredible show of love for someone who is (mostly) a stranger to you.
You have humbled me and proven me wrong, once again, about the quality of people in this world. I’ve said it before, and I’ll keep saying it – some of the most awesome people on earth have inexplicably gathered in this little corner. And I am a lucky girl for being the recipient of your incredible kindness. Even if I don’t print off that post, I am printing off all of your words to me. You moved me to tears, made me laugh, showed solidarity and made damn sure I don’t feel alone. You rock. And I love you for it. Thank you, endlessly. Thank you.
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Ahem. Now. About Josh. Before I slay him with music, let me say – in all sincerity – he has a kickass blog over at My Friday Post. Everyone has a few people they have to read, and Josh is one of mine. Good stuff over there, and if you don’t check him out and give him a follow…well, you suck. Go on. Get over there. I’ll wait. (I’m waiting. Fuck’s sake, you’re slow! Oh. There you are. Good. Let’s do this thang.)
As luck would have it, I was planning to do a music post today. I intended to solicit you, my fine feathered peoplleaneous, to assist me with building a playlist. But that will have to wait for another day, because a certain aforementioned someone has just thrown down.
Now. Josh would have you believe he is taking me up on a challenge I issued him.
Josh likes to tell stories.
Big fat whoppers of stories.
He threw shade with a backhanded compliment, like a pro. And when I called him out on it, he challenged me!
Exhibit B: If you dig down in the comments, you’ll see what I’m talkin’ about. And since I don’t want to make you work, let me show you:
“Just saying that was funny. I appreciate your open-minded musical tastes. I don’t know many people with musical tastes as varied as me, you seem to be near that level.” ~Josh
“But Stephanie!,” you exclaim. “He was totally complimenting you!” To which I direct you to that last little piece where he said I’m near his level! Near! He may as well have scraped me off the bottom of his shoe like an unwanted gob of double bubble!
I think we can all agree that was a direct challenge. And I accept! (What? Dude. It totally was! He started it! Just hush and enjoy the show, then!)
This may or may not have been included in my response.
If you haven’t already done it, I suggest you read his “Generic Music Post” before continuing here. (Dudes, even his title is backhanded. Like he doesn’t even consider it a challenge. I see what he’s doing. I SEE!) You gotta check out his musical selection for Round 1 of our duel.
But now it’s my turn. Oh yes. Brace yourselves, because someone’s about to get slayed. And it ain’t gonna be me.
And today on Mixed Metaphors: I’m about to hit a home run, bitches!
Here are some of my favorite listens, also in no particular order:
Alright, folks! That’s the end of Round 1. I guess y’all are supposed to vote or something. And I won’t even bribe you with cookies. (I bake the best cookies. But I’m not bribing you. I don’t need to. But I also bake brownies. And you know what I’m talkin’ about.)
We all know who won Round 1. And hey, Josh? I told ya, homeboy…
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