Monday, August 29, 2005

Back 2 School

Blah! I hate school so much. Tommorow I'll be starting my second year in Grad school. I always get super nervous before going. I wish my summer vacation lasted a month or two longer, although by then I'd say the same thing. I don't know how active I'll be with this blog when I start school, but nothing will change. I only have two classes so it's not really a big deal. I need to figure out what I want to write my master's thesis on this year, and I need to find a sponsor too. It's going to be a rough semester. Hopefully some classmates I'm looking forward to seeing will make it smoother than I think.


Two Courses:

Physiological Psychology

Emphasizes the basics of neuroscience and behavior. Topics covered include a general introduction, structure and function of the nervous system, neural communication, physiology and neuropharmacology, neuroendocrine systems, research methods, sensory and motor systems, hunger, thirst, reproductive behavior, emotions, learning and memory, cognition, and mental disorders.

Special Topics: Communication in Humans and Other Animals

Are we alone as a symbol using species? Do others use signals to refer to things in their environment? Can other animals learn to communicate using symbols? Does language set humans apart from the rest of the animal world? What is the relationship between language, communication and thought? Is there a continuity of communication and mental experience across species? How do we know? How can we know? This course will compare human and animal communication processes. We will examine studies involving communication between scientists and apes, dolphins, and birds, and will focus on the biological and philosophical implications of this controversial area of research.



It's basically 4 hours of classes per week and the rest of the time left to study and party or whatever. I really should get a job this year. Fortunately I have enough saved up to pay for this year and most likely next year as well. By then I'll have my degree and be looking for a job. A 23 year old with a master's degree, that aint so bad eh? I'm the youngest student in my program.

posted by psychobabbler @ 7:30 PM

Yet another movie idea...

Making it all up as I go along. I have a modern samurai tale with a female lead, but I'm trying to come up with a background story for it. I don't know if I should set the story in ancient times, or current day, and whether it should be Japanese or not. All of my imagery has been inspired by Feist's "When I was a young girl" which might be hard to believe. Listen to it if you can. READ IT!

Background story take 1

Setting: Edo, Japan Year 1750

There once was a man named Toshiro who belonged to the Aoi (blue) clan. He lived his life like the rest of the samurai, by guarding his master Lord Hasigawa's castle. He was an honorable man who spent his afternoons walking through the meadows alongside the village. The other men respected him and regarded him as one of the best fighters in the clan. His rank was high and he has been loyal throughout his tenure. Everyone expected him to be the next successor to Hasigawa.

Toshiro was sent on a mission to a neighboring town, in order to force the Niiro (red) clan to surrender themselves to the Aoi clan. Though the niiro clan was not as large in number as the aoi clan, they were a more peaceful group. They were challenged by the Aoi clan three months prior, and two of their samurai were defeated. Toshiro knew his master was rather bold and extremely rude to make such a gesture, but he went nonetheless.

He expected the clan to attack upon his arrival, but to his suprise they all sat on the floor and bowed as he entered the main hallway of the castle. Seated at the front was Lord Shimura, a name heard across the land for his generosity and for the person to the right of him, his daughter. She was beautiful. So much so that Toshiro became nervous while looking at her. He studdered while handing Shimura the scroll from Lord Hasigawa.

While staying at this castle, Toshiro was treated as a friend. He feasted with the people he was told to be his enemies. One night while looking up at the stars, Shimura's daughter came up behind him and said "How beautiful the stars look, reflected in your eyes" Toshiro was taken back by this statement. Kaoru may have looked as innocent as a kitten, but she was as fierce and direct as a tiger. This was the first of many nights they spent in eachother's company.

Toshiro and Kaoru had fallen in love during these two weeks together. The samurai who had been loyal to the Aoi clan was now having second thoughts about ever returning to them. He stayed with the niiro clan and was welcomed. Two months had passed, and during this time Toshiro and Kaoru got married.

One Autumn afternoon, three samurai from the Aoi clan came to the niiro castle and demanded to see Toshiro. He was aware of what he had done, and knew he had to face the consequences. He was ordered to commit Harakiri (ritual suicide). Before leaving, he was able to spend the night with Kaoru where she revealed that she was pregnant. Toshiro was hopeful, yet heartbroken by this news. "Keep it a secret" he said to her, to which she agreed. He went on to say "allow him to learn the code of a samurai, and teach him of my death by the Aoi clan when he is ready" He sworn never to speak another word after this. The next morning he commited harakiri without any resistance and the niiro clan was taken over by the aoi clan.

Kaoru and her future child escaped with her father and the highest ranking samurai. They all intended to follow the last words of the dying Toshiro and raise his child to avenge his death. What none of them expected, was that they gave birth to a daughter...

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Okay that took about 30 minutes to write. It seems interesting enough, and not too complicated. It's supposed to be a simple revenge story in the same fashion as Kill Bill (I even left the ending in sort of the same way as Vol. 1). I still want to set it in present day, but I don't know how well I could transfer that to our time. I basically want to set up a story that shows some girl raised from birth as an assasin who kicks major ass, and later on hears of her father's death and wants to seek revenge. I see so much cool stuff going into this and it gets me very excited. I still can't believe the whole idea was inspired by listening to folk, rock, alternative, and metal music though. A period film with modern music in it, how would that go over?

Including:

Modest Mouse- I came as a rat
Wintersleep- Orca
Feist- When I was a young girl
Linkin Park- Nobody's listening
Queens of the Stone Age- Long slow goodbye


Any feedback of any kind will be appreciated. Even ideas for music that would make for good fight scenes and action sequences

posted by psychobabbler @ 2:35 AM

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Japanese Cinema Pt. 1

My interest in movies really gained momentum after watching Akira Kurosawa's Seven Samurai. I knew nothing about the film when I bought it, except that it was highly reccomended and directed by a man who has influenced so many other people. Most of us have hopefully heard the name Akira Kurosawa before, but I don't know if you know the extent to which he has influenced the film industry. He himself was influenced by American westerns when making Seven Samurai and others, so it's a bit ironic to have Seven Samurai remade into a western called The Magnificent Seven. The same with two other of his films Yojimbo and Sanjuro which was the basis for Sergio Leone's Fistful of Dollars, and For a Few Dollars More.

Kurosawas' Hidden Fortress influenced George Lucas to make Star Wars and specifically the characters R2-D2 and C3P0. There is also a touching scene in Saving Private Ryan where a man is looking for his arm which was cut off, and picks it up. This is an exact replica of a scene from the masterpiece Ran.

So why am I mentioning any of this? It's because Kurosawa has had major influences on my life and my future. I have such a strong interest in making movies and I owe this all to watching Seven Samurai. From there, I continued to watch other Japanese films and learned how great they were in comparison to those of Hollywood. I find the Japanese style is less focused on action and more on the overall aesthethics of our enviornment. Most Japanese directors take advantage of their surroundings, filling the screen with the most beautiful and sometimes surreal images. Here are just a handful of images that I want to show you. Many of them are what I thought were memorable from each movie, and others are to portray Akira's influence.


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Here is a shot from the movie Dreams, which is based on Akira's dreams. It's a beautiful shot of young Kurosawa in the middle of a field of flowers looking up at the rainbow appearing after the bountiful rain.

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This is just to show the characters that were the model for those in Star Wars and a fistful of dollars.



Ran (1985)

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What a visual treat this movie was. It is based on Shakespeare's King Lear and transferred over to Feudal Japan. I love this movie more and more with every view.


Floating Weeds (1959) Directed by Yasujiro Ozu

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This is the only Japanese movie mentioned that wasn't directed by Kurosawa. This movie has helped me (with Ebert's commentary) to realize how important composition and cinematography is. These two shots stand out just because of that red umbrella. I love it so much and would hang either on my wall.



As the title says this is just the first part on Japanese films. I intend to write much more about it in the future and the specific things that are influencing me as I write my own scripts. Thanks for taking the time to read this, and I hope that it at least motivates you to watch one of these classic films.

posted by psychobabbler @ 9:36 PM

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

More from my city

Not everything in my city is costly, which is a good thing if you know me (I'm rather thrifty) For just 2.00 (train fare) you could see some of the coolest places. It's an advennture to just take the train to some random station and get off not knowing what you may find there (although it might help to know the "bad" areas ahead of time). Anyways here are some pictures for you ADD people.

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A shot of some ferries that take you from Manhattan to Staten Island. They're bright orange and are free! You get a great view of NYC's skyline and of the Statue of Liberty.

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This is the famous bull by Wall Street. It represents the stock market (bull market). I remember hearing that they wanted to remove it for some stupid reason, but thankfully they haven't. This is a great landmark that I can remember vividly loving from the first moment I saw it as a kid.

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This is another place I remember seeing when I was a kid. It's just a regular office building or something, but I always found it cool that the shades were all green. Some open, some closed, it makes for a sort of mosaic that changes throughout the day.

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This is one of the last remains from the World Trade Center. It was in front of the towers and used to be a golden globe atop a water fountain. I remember sitting by the fountain when I was younger looking up at the tall towers surrounding me. It looks very different now of course, and is it just me, or does it look like a face?
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For me this is one of those perfect pictures that represents the direction society has headed in. The stone walls behind these people are filled with thousands of names of soldiers who lost their lives in wars of past. You see a man and his wife bargaining with this guy over some fake Gucci bag. I was disgusted when taking this photo. I just couldn't believe the lack of respect that they all had. It just feels like you could tell the type of people those buyers were just from looking at them. Money over morals it seems.

posted by psychobabbler @ 3:50 AM

Friday, August 19, 2005

For you and for me and the entire human race

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You know, the pocket edition to the Idiot's guide to oral sex is the most useful book I ever bought. There are so many incidences when I'm out and I come across an opportunity to have oral sex. Since I'm no expert in this area, I just whip out my handy dandy pocket guide, read up on the pointers and I'm on my way! The ladies don't mind me pausing in between because I'm a pretty fast reader and they know they'll benefit from my advancing lessons. When it's my turn to receive, I just give the book to her and wait patiently for a few minutes. Sharing, it's what life is about.

posted by psychobabbler @ 4:39 PM

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

The Pianist


The Pianist (2002)

The image above sums up the devastation and horror that is seen in The Pianist. The movie takes place in Warsaw, Poland during the Holocaust. It tells the story of Wladyslaw Szpilman, a Jewish piano player who must struggle to survive Germany's reign of terror. This film was haunting. I won't go into specifics, but it shares a lot with Schindler's list. I just can't imagine how hard it would be to live through that, it was simply horrific. The role of Szpilman was played flawlessly by Adrian Brody, who with just his eyes showed how much pain he and other Jews went through during that period. The film was directed by the great Roman Polanski, who was actually part of a concentration camp as a kid in Poland. This is a true story of survival based on the book written by Wladyslaw Szpilman himself.

All throughout the events of this movie, I was in disbelief at how badly one human could treat another. This was only sixty years ago, how much have we changed? This type of oppression is still going on today in Africa, the Middle East, and Asia, among other places. If it's anything like the things I've seen in this film and Schindler's list to a greater extent, then we need to help them any way that we can. I encourage you to watch this film.


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posted by psychobabbler @ 2:37 AM

Monday, August 15, 2005

All I have to do is dream

I had a nightmare last night, and I made sure to notice what position I was in when I woke up. As usual it was on my side. I've talked to a lot of people and they don't recall there being any correlation between the position they slept in and the amount of nightmares they had. Ever since I was a kid my mom would tell me she'd get bad dreams if she slept on her back. I thought I was like that too but it was my side for me.


Does this happen to any of you? Next time you have a nightmare try and recall the position you were when you woke up. I know your body moves in different positions throughout the night, but I still think it has something to do with the pressure we put on different parts of our brain. Being in the field of Psychology i'd love to do some research on this topic to find out if there really is some sort of pattern.

I've always been interested in dreams, and I believe it's one of the biggest mysteries that we as humans have yet to uncover. I've even started writing a screenplay relatind to our dreams and how they are actually us but in a different world, and everythng we see in them really happens one time or another. It's titled "Parallel Universe"

posted by psychobabbler @ 4:16 PM

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Freestylin

Line by line these lyrical rhymes will show the hysterical times within my mind. I play truth or dare like there's to nothing fear, but when I look in the mirror I see nothing is there. I think It's time to take a mental vacation, to keep me from thinking about this dire siuation. I wanna be without sensation, I'm going numb and there's no hesitation. My pen bleeds what my veins cannot, once again my heart just needs the pain to stop

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From the place that brought rap to this world, I'll take you back to my roots, and take your mnd for a twirl. I am... 6 foot 4, hard to the core, when you think im done, I'll give you some more. From when I was a kid I was raised by the street, all it did was make me crave for the heat, One day it'll lead me to my grave to sleep. They tried to take me out the hood without a fee, but they just couldn't take the hood outta me. I've been Intimidating my foes with this devastating prose, and I just wanted to show you how my story goes.
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I got talents that could stretch for miles. They're all balanced, just check the files. I bring clarity with this creative filled blog, It's a big disparity compared to the rest of that smog. Look through my archive and see all the skills, its much better than the others, deprived of thrills. I'm calling out every blogger to challenge this rhyme, you thought things were good? well now aint the time. I want all my readers to show me their flow, I know you're skills are lacking, but I just have to know. Maybe you should surrender yourself and don't even try, we know mindbenders like this will only make you cry

posted by psychobabbler @ 3:54 AM

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

The Destruction

Eight months ago, on a Sunday afternoon I heard people screaming inside my apartment building. I didn't know what was going on, but I looked outside my livingroom window and saw a blinding
orange light and crackling sounds from the flames that were now escalating my building, an image that still haunts me today. I went out into the hallway to see it clouded with smoke, I heard somone yelling "There's a fire, we have to get out!!" I ran back inside took my most treasured items (one of which was my childhood teddy bear) and evacutated the building.

In all the frantic, no one even called 911. I ended up making the call and 4 fire trucks arrived promptly. We all stood outside the building looking up as our buldiing was scaled by firefighters. Everyone's faces were filled with panic. About 40 minutes went by, and the firemen were starting to come out of the bulding.

We all went back into the building, and it was completely dark, with a strong suffocating smoke filling our lungs. I went up the stairs, all the way to my floor, and went inside my place. I walked out just to make sure it was actually my apartment I was stepping into. My bathroom was wrecked, there was a huge gaping hole stretching from the walls up to the ceiling. I walked down my hallway to see huge holes in my wall and debris everywhere. The same went for my kitchen.

My mom and I went to visit our neighbors to see how much damage was done to their place. First apartment, no damage. Second apartment, no damage. I was really hoping at this point that someone got it worse than us. We went to the floor below us, and I saw their wall had holes in it too. It might be wrong, but I was glad we weren't the only ones, although our damages turned out to be the most extensive.

The Beginning

So how did this fire start? Let me rewind a few months back. In Septemer 2004 the owner of the building just couldn't keep up with his debts and decided to sell the building to some Jewish people. I am not racist or stereotypical in any way, but forgive me if I come off as that in this entry. As soon as everyone heard Jewish people were taking over, everyone in my building was upset and angry.

There's always been a quiet rumor about Jewish people who take over buildings. It's been said that they've burned down buildings to collect insurance money, and to eventually get everyone out. They also find any excuse possible to evict you so they can move their own families and fellow jewish people into the building. This has been happening for as long as I lived in this neighborhood. I was definitely afraid. I was paranoid that they'd evict us and we'd have no where to live. I lived in this building all my life (22 years) and there's no way i'd want to leave it. I love living here so much.

The building had a laundromat ajoined to it, which the Jewish owners also bought. They decided the washing machines and dryers in there were not good, so they decided to buy new ones. They fixed up the place real nice, and everything was going smoothly.

As it turned out, the fires initially started inside the laundromat when one of the dryers got overheated (or something like that). Because my apartment was on the same side of the laundromat, the fire ran all the way up the gas pipes and did their worst inside the walls of my apartment.

Rebirth

After the fire, there was a sense of "connectedness" amongst the neighbors of our building. The same kind of feeling I got around my city during 9/11. For three months they worked on this building, fixing each apartment simultaneously. The owners used the insurance money they got to try and make this crummy apartment look like a palace. In my opinion they went overboard with the gold ceilings, but it is better than it was before.

I don't really know why I decided to write about all this today, but I just thought i'd like to share it with you guys. Ever since that night after the fire, I couldn't sleep. I mean, how could I? The building could burn down while we were all asleep.

I felt like I was some sort of guardian watching over the building as everyone slept. Till today I stay up really late (like 5 am), but I'm not sure if it's because of the fire, or because I'm just you're run of the mll insomniac.

In all my years of living here there was never a fire. Then the building took new ownership with a group that were known to start fires, and there was one. Although this sounds like too much just to be a coincidence, but in all reality it probably just is. Though I can't tell the future of this building and how long I'll live here, I do know i'll be able to withstand tough situations.

posted by psychobabbler @ 4:43 PM

I want to see you fly again

Four years ago today, we met. You were flyin high then, but now your wings have been clipped. I kept you close, because I never wanted to let you go. We've been climing this mountain forever, struggling to get to the top. My heart narrowed at times but there was always a place for you in it. As much as I wanted to write something happy for you to read here, Instead it seems like I'm writing about our struggles. It hasn't been a fairytale thus far, but I do believe the best is yet to come. When I reach the top of the mountain, to see the vast beauty of this world, will you promise to be by my side?

I love you

posted by psychobabbler @ 3:27 PM

Sunday, August 07, 2005

And the anchorperson on TV goes... La de da de da de-dadedade-da

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All photos taken by me, with some post processing done to some. They're all from all around my hometown of nyc.
Song of the moment: Sixteen Military Wives by The Decemberists

posted by psychobabbler @ 4:34 AM

Saturday, August 06, 2005

Happiness is a Warm Gun

I'm obsessed with an idea for a movie. I love the feeling, yet I hate it too. It consumes me. It puts me in a brainstorming frenzy and I feel like I can't stop till I have something good written out. This movie is definitely different from any other thing I've thought of and probably won't appeal to most of you. I'll be making up most of this as I go along, just as a brainstorm exercise.


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The movie is filmed in a deep rich black and white:

There is a man who lives alone., He is secluded from society, and from his past. An outcast of sorts. He is losing his mind, his heart filled with hatred and loneliness. He only had one "friend"
He spends his time watching westerns. He gets fascinated with the good guy/bad guy . He has nightmares of using a gun to kill people. He's walked by the gun store many times before finally deciding to go in. He paces back and forth by the counter.The sun shines into the store window and reflects off the gun that would be his destiny.


I give you "Chrome"

The gun became him. It made him confident. It made him feel more powerful for the first time in his life. The chrome surface of the gun fascinated him the most and he made sure it was spotless. He'd often point it in the air, pretending to shoot invisble enemies. It became an extension of his hand. He slept with it.

He never intended on using it though, till that night when he was forced to. He enjoyed it. He wanted more opportunities. His only "friend" just happened to know some guys who knew other people, if you catch my drift. He killed without conscience, and did it with fucking style.



Soundtrack will include:

A Boy and his Machine gun - MGB
Orca - Wintersleep
When I was a young girl - Feist (I picture this so vividly during a stealthy attack scene; might be saved for a different movie).
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I won't go any further, most of what I have in my head are action sequences dealing with the gun, and just how good the shiney chrome would look against that black and white. Like I said I made up everything I wrote as I went along, but this should help me put a good story together. A lot of it can be cliche. I want some of to have a noire style, while other parts will feel like a cross between a Tarrantino flick and Scorcese's Taxi Driver. I haven't made a movie yet, but I have this confidence that I can make one. It feels good. Hopefully by writing some of this stuff out, I can stop thinking about it.

posted by psychobabbler @ 3:02 AM

Friday, August 05, 2005

I think Pedophiles should get with Innocent looking midgets

That's right! . So it's not the most politically correct thing to say, fuck em! My theory will pretty much kill two birds with one stone. Let me break it down for you:


Pedophiles: They're attracted to little fragile innocent people, usually (always) in the form of children. They're most likely not attracted to the age of the person, but the fact that they are bigger and stronger and have more control over them. Pedophiles are the lowest of the lowest among our societies' ranking, but my theory may raise them a few notches..

Midgets: or little people, or dwarfs, whatever the fuck you want to call these social rejects; they have it tough. I mean fuck, I asked my friend the other night if she would have sex with a little dude, and she was like she couldn't because she'd just start laughing her ass off. With his little short arms trying to grapple you, I can see her point. They want to get laid just as much as everyone else though, but it just aint easy for them.

Midgets pretty much look like children. Which can be very advantageous for them. Not only an they get into the movies at half price, they can shop for clothing at youngworld and Gap kids. The only thing they're missing is a good healthy relationship.

Theory: This aint rocket science people. You put one and one together and you just fixed two major problems in our world. Pedophiles aren't targetting our children anymore, and the little people of our world are having more sex than they ever dreamed of. This is better than the Save the Children Foundation.

There should be an organization set up immediately to get this thing in motion. Something along the lines of "Little People Beds for Peds" or LPBP. This is nobel prize worthy shit people, spread the word on your blogs today!

And if your a little person who also happens to be a ped, you're fucking screwed!

posted by psychobabbler @ 1:42 PM

Thursday, August 04, 2005

This just in...

Speaking of Matt Good. Details have been released for his upcoming album. It's better than even I could even imagine. Big City Life is going to be on the album, and a video for While We Were Hunting Rabbits!

Here are the track lists of both releases:

Disc One (regular versions):

  • "Oh Be Joyful"
  • "Big City Life"
  • "Alert Status Red"
  • "Weapon"
  • "In AWorld Called Catastrophe"
  • "Hello Time Bomb"
  • "Load Me Up"
  • "Strange Days"
  • "The Future Is X-Rated"
  • "Everything Is Automatic"
  • "Rico"
  • "Apparitions"
  • "Indestructible"
  • "Symbolistic White Walls"
  • "Haven't Slept In Years"
  • "Alabama Motel Room"
  • Pony Boy"

    • Disc Two (acoustic versions plus lo fi b-sides and loser anthems):

  • "Truffle Pigs"
  • "Tripoli"
  • "Generation X-Wing"
  • "Apparitions"
  • "North American For Life"
  • "Advertising On Police Cars"
  • "Hello Time Bomb"
  • "Strange Days"
  • "Prime Time Deliverance"
  • "Flashdance II"
  • "Man From Harold Wood"
  • "My Life As A Circus Clown"
  • "Intermezzo: M.Good v M.Trolley"
  • "Flight Recorder From Viking 7"
  • "Life Beyond The Minimum Safe Distance"
  • "The Fine Art Of Falling Apart"
  • "Born To Kill"
  • "Enjoy The Silence"
  • "Fated"

    • DVD: Music Videos

  • "Alabama Motel Room"
  • "White Walls"
  • "Everything Is Automatic"
  • "Indestructible"
  • "Apparitions"
  • "Rico"
  • "Hello Time Bomb"
  • "Load Me Up"
  • "Strange Days"
  • "The Future Is X-Rated"
  • "Carmelina"
  • "Anti-Pop"
  • "Weapon"
  • "In A World Called Catastrophe"
  • "Alert Status Red"
  • "It's Been A While Since I Was Your Man"
  • "While We Were Hunting Rabbits"

    • Via Chartattack

    posted by psychobabbler @ 6:08 PM

    Commonly misheard Matthew Good lyrics

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    I've been a part of a few MG(B) online commmunities and from time to time we'd come up with lyrics that we heard that were either completely wrong, or just badly misinterpreted. Here are some of the ones I can remember. I've provided you with the exact time at which you hear it, so try and listen to these songs with these lyrics in mind and tell me if you hear them. Tell me if there are any lyrics that you misheard.

    1.)
    Song: Suburbia, Beautiful Midnight, at 1:15
    Misheard: Baby if I was into men, you would be mine
    Correct: Baby if I was in demand, you would be mine


    2.)
    Song: Avalanche, Avalache, at 2:52
    Misheard: Taco bell shoes (C'mon tell me you don't heard that!)
    Correct: Can't tackle, can't shoot


    3.)
    Song: Deep Six, Underdogs, at :22
    Misheard: Deep six come to bed
    Correct: Deep six come to bare

    4.)
    Song: She's Got a New Disguise, Last of the Ghetto Astronauts
    Misheard: She's got a nudist guy
    Correct: She's got a new disguise.

    5.)
    Song: Carmelina, Audio of Being, at 1:54
    Misheard: Well it hides my clean cells
    Correct: Well it hides my clean selves


    6.)
    Song: Hello Time Bomb, Beautiful Midnight
    Misheard: Dirty enough like hot meatloaf (hahaha, my all time fav.)
    Correct: Dirty enough I got me a love

    7.)
    Song: Tripoli, Audio of Being
    Misheard: Where is my handgun? (especially at the end when the kids are saying it)
    Correct: Where has my head gone?

    8.)
    Song: Suburbia, Beautiful Midnight,
    Misheard: Who's coming with me? (like the line from Jerry Macguire)
    Correct: Hells coming with me


    Finally my friend Kate once told me that she went to a concert with her brother. Her brother didn't know anything about Matt Good or his music but was aware that his latest was titled "Avalanche". While MG was performing "Appartions" her brother thought he was singing appalachians, assuming there was some sort of mountain theme. Appalachianssssss

    posted by psychobabbler @ 11:37 AM

    Wednesday, August 03, 2005

    Go Inside My Mind, Finally


    Hey fellow bloggers. So how is everyone doing today? I'm just great myself, and guess what? I got myself a new blog. No no, this isn't the end of New York Minutes, the new blog, aptly titled Big City Life, will be reserved for in depth movie reviews and essays that I rather not bore the general public with. There will be a link to it on the sidebar, right by the one for my profile

    On it, I've finally written an "About me" post. It's my first time writing one of those, and it wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. It's not the most in-depth portrayal of myself, but you get a few hints here and there. Anyways check it out please, and do look in on the site from time to time. I must say it looks much better than this one. If you have any suggestions feel free to say them.

    posted by psychobabbler @ 3:25 AM

    Monday, August 01, 2005

    The One Night Stander

    This was all written in one sitting at 5 in the morning. It's a lot to read, and I don't know if anyone will actually read it, but if you do I hope you enjoy. It's fiction by the way.

    I followed her scent up and down the streets of New York. I was close to her and knew it. I felt like fucking Toucan Sam. I followed my nose and it led me to a perfume store. Wonderful. Since I was here I decided to go in. I walked around the shop, surrounded by countless bottles that probably all smelled the same. They all read Eau de Toilet. It's been a while since I took french classes, but I do believe that translates to "toilet water" I guess the stereotypes about Parisian girls was correct.

    The girl around the register sensed my confusion and walked up to me. "Hello, are you looking for anything in particular?" I don't know why but I blurted out "I'm looking for a girl." Thinking I was reffering to her, she loosened up her tense shoulders, smiled and said "Oh?" I smiled back at her and replied "yes, if you see her please call me at this number" handing her my business card in return.

    I started out looking for the girl that won my heart in one night, and ended up getting with another. I hated it. A new girl every night; it was like drugs for me. God, I can't even remember her name. That night has been haunting me in my dreams for months now. I picture her smile, her beautiful eyes, even the dress she wore. If I don't find her soon, i'll go crazy.

    That night was magical. It was different from any other night that I've ever spent with a girl. We strolled around Manhattan for hours talking about everything under the sun. Her smile was brighter than the streetlights we walked under. She made me feel different, I couldn't really explain it. She made me nervous. My usual confidence was absent, and I felt like a schoolboy with a crush. It was wonderful.

    It was around midnight when she looked at her watch and told me she had to go. I tried persuading her to stay with me, but she told me she didn't know me well enough yet for that. Her innocence shined, and I stopped my pursuance. I told her how great it was to spend this night with her, and she replied while walking away "Me too, We'll have to do this again!" It wasn't until hours later that I realized I didn't have her number.

    I've been looking for her ever since. I imagine in this city, it must be harder than finding a needle in a haystack. I just couldn't quit. That night she wrapped her hands around my eyes and asked me to make a wish. I told her "I wish for a thousand more wishes." I was at 999 now and I just wish I could see her again.

    posted by psychobabbler @ 4:46 AM