Tag: broken girl radio
PJ Harvey – “Down By The Water”
“At Your Funeral” – Saves The Day
I sing a lot. In the shower. Out of the shower. Pretty much all the time. The response to this behavior has varied; I’ve made strangers fall in love with me while listening to me through a shared wall, and I’ve made people who love me want to scream at me to please shut the fuck up already.… Read the rest ““At Your Funeral” – Saves The Day”
“Hello Mary” — David Baerwald
David Baewarld – “Hello Mary”
So what’re ya drinkin’?
No, I gave it up.
It was nothing like that,
just enough became enough.
Tell me about your life,
tell me about your man.
No, I was only curious,
I was thinkin’ you’d understand.… Read the rest ““Hello Mary” — David Baerwald”
“Hey Mister” — Custom
Someone pointed out to me earlier today that 2002 was sixteen years ago, and most of you were innocent babies back then, so you don’t even know this song exists.
And talk about a fucking artifact from a time-gone-by…! Custom’s “Hey Mister” is peak perv-rock, up there with some of the greats from previous generations.… Read the rest ““Hey Mister” — Custom”
Dolores! Holy shit… what a punch to the gut.
You had the voice of an angel —or at least a transcendently talented banshee— and when it comes to defining the sound of the ‘90s, you were probably more important than bigger names like Gwen Stefani.… Read the rest “”
Chris Cornell (1964-2017)
Okay, Universe… now you’re just fucking with me.
My favorite Soundgarden memory is of me and Lady Macbedtime playing Road Rash on the original PlayStation for hours on end, and when we were done, just letting the game sit on the title screen while it looped through a soundtrack containing Outshined, Superunknown, and Rusty Cage.… Read the rest “Chris Cornell (1964-2017)”
“December” — Collective Soul
It’s been twenty-two years, and I still think it’s weird that this was the chorus of a hit song that was pretty much omnipresent on radio and MTV for several months:
Don’t scream about, don’t think aloud
Turn your head now, baby, just spit me out
Don’t worry about, don’t speak of doubt
Turn your head now, baby, just spit me out
“Same Auld Ang Syne” — Dan Fogelberg
It was kind of cool, stumbling across this piece about Same Old Lang Syne. I wonder how many people have stories about how they discovered that particular song?
For me, I found it via an ex, around ‘92. It was winter, and our years-long relationship was almost over; it would have died naturally by the New Year, but as luck would have it, diamond jewelry has a way of dragging things out, and we survived until February.… Read the rest ““Same Auld Ang Syne” — Dan Fogelberg”
I’m excited [about my award]. I like to call it ‘Vagina of the Year’ though. I don’t know why it cracks me up, I just think it’s funny to reduce myself down to a vagina sometimes.
Iggy Azalea, saying something interesting for the first time, ever.