I hope to be back blogging soon. I feel like sometimes things fall right into our laps when we need them most. I found an amazing article the other day about making peace with a life of solitude (as in...you had hoped things would turn out differently in your single life, but they didn't), but I haven't really had time to digest it all yet and I am both asleep and awake and so loopy I'm pretty much almost ready to talk to my stuffed animals so I can't do the article any justice yet. What I most like about it so far is that it doesn't patronize or pity those walking down a solitary path. Speaking of paths, I really would like to tell insomnia to go take a hike. It can leave whenever it likes. I won't miss it one bit.

Sarabeth Tucek's Get Well Soon is a very good album for a down kind of night, or any kind, but if you're not careful, you can get sucked into it beyond what is healthy. That's how beautiful and sad it is. And there are traces of Karen Carpenter in her voice so that doesn't help the sadness factor any. But, definitely, this is worth giving a listen.

It's also one of the most painfully honest and exposed albums I think I've ever heard...especially on songs like "At The Bar" and the title track. A really great review for it follows here:

...Signing off with the title track, Get Well Soon and its creator's state of mind during the making of this album could perhaps be summed up by her own grief-stricken admission: "I knew I was sad, I'd recognised it was bad, but now looking back, I see my mind it was cracked". Where some records are maybe just too personal for public consumption, it's the uneasy fragility contained within Get Well Soon that renders it such a fascinating experience, highlighting Sarabeth Tucek as one of the most candid songwriters of her generation.

http://drownedinsound.com/releases/16211/reviews/4142617

 

I think it's going to be a long night. Insomnia both blurs things and makes them sharper. I think I liked it better when I was listening to the birds earlier. There was definitely an air of optimism in their singing.

It's like my iPhone is mocking me."So Like A Rose" shuffled onto my player just a few minutes ago and I haven't heard it in a while and I forgot how painfully gorgeous it is...it took me by surprise.

Shirley Manson's actually more detached-sounding on this than even her usual (to me, she always either sounds angry or indifferent) and yet it's that detachment that really gets to me here. Sometimes, a lack of passion is really hiding a lot.

This is one of the most oddly beautiful songs from the 2000s. It's from the album Beautiful Garbage.

 

 

So Like a Rose

Song by Garbage

Baby thinks he's dying
Lost inside his bedroom
Mommy won't stop crying
And daddy's always working

There's no going back
There's no going back
There's no going back
On this one

Baby wakes up with the sun
While everyone is sleeping
He thinks he's going crazy
But this could be the big one

There's no going back
There's no going back
There's no going back

Sleeping with ghosts
It's such a lonely experience
The stars are out tonight
Only they can hear you breathing

You're so like a rose
You're so like a rose
You're so like a rose
I wish you could stay here

 

Shuffle just put this on...I first discovered "My Fallen Angel" when I did a search for songs heavy on string instruments. I love the cello best of the string instruments (it's the most like the human voice) but the violin (featured here) is lovely too, of course. This is a simply amazing song, no matter the genre, but if you were searching for one, I guess you'd say "symphonic metal":

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symphonic_metal

 

 

as seen on Pinterest

It's been a very quiet day, except for the birds singing outside. If it weren't on Kindle, I'd toss Dune to the ground, immature as that may be. The birds are taking the edge off that inclination.

There's a huge tree outside my window and with it open, I can really hear them. They actually have helped me feel better...I wasn't really in the mood for music today, but somehow their sounds are helping. They actually sound cheery. :)

Even when I hear them around 4 in the morning (they can be so loud, at times) I almost kind of like it then as well. I feel less alone with them around and you just got to admire their pluck. I could never be perky enough to sing like they do so early in the day.

Not too long ago, Wired ran something on their website about birds and their singing, specifically...in the morning:

http://www.wired.com/2014/03/birds-sing-morning/


This actually made me smile>>>

"One idea is that in the early morning, light levels are too dim for birds to do much foraging. Since light levels don’t affect social interactions as much, it’s a great opportunity to sing, instead."


Dune (and an easily distracted mind) is absolutely driving me bonkers so I just had to take a break.

I feel like I could tolerate homophobia (at least, a little better) if there were certain rules involved, like say, an anti-gay person has no right to speak out against gay marriage if they are divorced or ever cheated on their spouse or been a player (I'm not sure if people still use that word anymore, forgive me if they don't) their whole lives.

Anyone who has never loved someone else with all of their heart and soul (whether returned or not) should also not have a say in who should be "allowed" to love and who shouldn't. And, please, before you speak out against gays marrying, be sincere about whether you are a bigot or you truly feel your religious rights are infringed upon in some way.

If only we lived in a society where how much sex or how little sex or having had no sex at all, ever, would matter less…if we lived in a world where sex’s relation to love could be kept in better perspective (as in you can have love without sex, but not sex without love) and the players of the world realized there is most definitely nothing casual about it and the haters realized love is not just more important than sex, it's not about sex at all.

I’d also like to live in a world where we are more defined by whether we have loving hearts than lovely bodies. I know I'm rambling, maybe not even making sense, but I had to get that off my chest. I get so tired when anti-gay people say "homosexual" instead of "gay," drawing out the former word so that the 'sex' part is especially emphasized. and said with complete disdain.