I like the parts when he goes, “OH!” Don’t ask me why. :p I’ve also been listening to the Sweeney Todd soundtrack, the original cast recording with Angela Lansbury–this song especially because it’s not in the Tim Burton version.

What else? Oh, yeah. On the way to Florida, we listened to some CDs I made of old school stuff, and one of the songs that took me waaaaay back was this one.

I made a reference to it in Slice of Cherry–the sisters are at a Juneteenth celebration and the old folks are listening to Lenny White. This is the song I was thinking of when I wrote that.

And this one by Young MC. EVERYBODY knows this song.

And speaking of busting a move, just in case you’re wondering what kinda funky fresh steps to perform with these songs, here you go. This guy is totally representing for the eighties, yo.

And to everyone else, thanks for playing along. It has been very entertaining, indeed. Really dug the stories/neuroses (looking at you Georgia; and possibly Mallory–a rabid squirrel? xD). A few things though:

Ari – The Book of Lost Things sounds cool. I’ll have to look that one up.

Jena – What is this mysterious sexy comment of which you speak? The only time I require sex in a book is if I’m reading a romance. A romance novel without sex is like cornflakes without milk. Blerg.

Ronni – Hot mess is right, but the finished copy will be cold and tidy. And don’t I know you from somewhere? The blueboards maybe?

Doret – Apparently knives are the killing tool du jour. But in the rock, paper, scissors of life, I think bus beats knife. Hands down. ;p

Kay – Creeptastic, as usual. I’ve never felt a need to hurt a truffle bar, but I often torture candy bars by sinking my teeth into them. Repeatedly. I feel no remorse for this. I can only be me.

Sara – You definitely had the best comment. Love the image of the 60-year-old aunt sniffing crack off the bodies of hot guys. xD

And music! Forgot to do this yesterday, so here’s one from Faith No More. People mostly remember their one hit wonder “Epic”, but they had a couple of other songs that I like. Like this one. The video probably won’t make sense unless you’ve seen the movie Vertigo, so all you young’uns avert your eyes.

Lately, I’ve been listening to Dakota Fanning’s version of “Cherry Bomb” which I actually like better than the original. Yes, that’s probably blasphemous to all The Runaways fans, but screw it. Anyway, listening to “Cherry Bomb” made me remember my fave Joan Jett song, which is “Bad Reputation”. I swear to God, she wrote that song especially for me. So if ever anyone should try to get holier-than-thou with me about how my stuff is inappropriate for teens, I will simply send them a link to “Bad Reputation”. And also, possibly, advise them to suck it.

It’s impossible to have an opinion about something without revealing a part of yourself, isn’t it? And it’s also impossible to put something out in the world and say, okay this is what this is about and nothing more. Because people always internalize everything and come up with their own narrative, despite the creator’s original intent.

So Neil Young and his janitor can both suck it, I guess. I like my interpretation, and I’m sticking with it.

And I totally thought Neil Young wrote this song. Turns out, there’s some dude floating around out there called Neil Diamond. Who knew?

Anyway, this guy recommended I listen to a Japanese band called the Polysics because they have the same nerdilicious sound and aesthetic as Devo. See for yourself.

Unless you speak Japanese, fast forward the Polysics video to about 2:08.

And so of course I have playlists for my books. Here’s a sampling from the Bleeding Violet playlist.

I haven’t done a Music Monday in a long time. I’m in a mood to celebrate the bizarre, and who’s more bizarre than Grace Jones? She’s this scary/beautiful supermodel from the 80s who’s been in movies, but is also a singer. She even sings in French–that’s how badass she is. This song isn’t in French; it IS creepy and strange though, and I’m kind of into it right now.

(And note that he’s not lip-synching, which is typically the norm on Soul Train, even way back in the day.)  But the other side loves the awesome battle rap that is “Top That”.

(I especially love the guy rocking the capris and all those sweet sweet dance moves.)

I’m not sure how the two sides of my self are able to coexist, but they do. I should work at the UN and school warring nations on how to live in peace. If I can do it, everybody should be able to.