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One of my coworkers, Shane, has a violent hatred of the song The Fox (What Does the Fox Say) by Ylvis.
(If you have no idea what I’m talking about, please visit this link and join the rest of the people who either hate it or love it. And if you you’re wondering what the hell they were thinking when they wrote it, you should take a look at some of their other songs***.)
My coworker dislikes the song so much, that if one of us turns it on while in the lab–usually just to annoy him–he’ll leave the room.
So when I found a large Halloween card with a fox on it last month, I HAD to buy it.
The inside was fairly blah…
After a little time spent playing around with background colors and font…
(and a trip to Kinkos to print it out since we haven’t replaced our dead printer yet).
…this is what Shane received for Halloween…
It’s a good thing he has a sense of humor.
***The song Work It is another one of my favorites, but it’s definitely not safe for kids.
This is for you, Jeremy.
I spent quite a bit of time last Wednesday driving all over Austin. Whenever I’m in the car for an extended period of time without Steve, I replace our car’s iPod with my private playlist.
A song from my playlist called Ghost of Old Highways by Lovett caught my attention, and a story with zombies suddenly jump fully-formed into my head (yes, I know zombies are pretty much over-exposed at this point, but it’s not much stranger than what Lovett did with this song*). These imaginary music videos are nothing new, as some songs set me off and then I obsessively work out a mental storyboard–listening over and over to that one song–until I have it worked out to my satisfaction (and then I listen some more, still playing out these little videos in my head).
I rarely share these with anyone, although I’ve attempted to explain a few of them to Steve. Unfortunately, I can’t seem to put what I see into words and so he’s always unimpressed.
Anyway, after Wednesday, I jokingly mentioned tap-dancing cowboy zombies to Jeremy, not thinking he’d be interested. In fact, I’m not sure he’s being anything other than polite, but it’s giving me a chance to try something a little different. I’m going to publicly share some of the weird shit that goes through my head.
First of all, you need to listen through Ghost of Old Highways.
Now, play the song again, but this time follow along with what I’m seeing:
When the song starts, I see an exhausted soldier staggering down an old highway in the middle of Texas with the sun and dust all around him. Through the first few verses, there are washed out and abrupt flashbacks to various stages of a progressing zombie epidemic taking down both his family and civilization during the Civil War. This carries all the way through the bridge of the song, going back and fourth between his present and his past until he finally finds himself alone on the road with nothing other than a his few remaining weapons.
After the bridge (2:14), he notices multiple figures on the road slowly walking towards him through the glare of the sun. As they get closer, you can see they’re zombies.
Yeah, here’s where it gets kinda weird, but I swear it works. The zombies move with a forward movement that’s a cross between syncopated shuffling and slow tap-dancing, going along with the beat of the song (starting off with steps every few beats). As they get closer, they pick up speed (steps every beat to several steps to a beat). The man also starts walking faster towards them (2:30) as well. Then (2:45.05), he pulls his weapons and begins to run towards them as fast as he can until they crash together violently (3:05). That’s when the stylized dancing/fighting begins with blood, limbs, and internal organs flying through the air (seriously, I can see intestines bursting through the air like streamers) in a blended strobe effect of slow motion and normal speed set to the song’s tempo. I’m still working on how to end it, but I’d rather he didn’t survive the experience.
Now that I’m done, I’ve just realized that putting it together this way was rather fun. A little frustrating, but much more fun than I expected. While I’ll probably never share any of my other storylines–I think I’d like to learn how to use some sort of storyboard software so I can play a bit more with my lovely little obsession.
* When I started looking for a copy of Ghost of Old Highways on YouTube, I discovered Lovett had already made a short film based on this song. It’s described as “a man pursued by an invading army as he hunts down previous versions of himself amidst the purgatory of a fractured consciousness.” Yes, it’s classier than what I came up with, but I didn’t write the song either, so my interpretation is just that–my goofy interpretation of something someone else created. But it’s a damn fine song either way.
Steve added a new song to our stream this week called Pump My Pumps by Dan Black. It’s a rather catchy song, but I was having trouble figuring out what the lyrics were other than the obvious “Pump my pumps”. I could pick out “basement” and “sump”, which was kinda cool – it’s a song about someone who loves his sump pump. Well, maybe not cool, but it’s different.
Here’s how I thought the chorus went:
I just pump my pumps
Pump them to the floor
As the basement bumps
Pump them to the floor
As the needle jumps
Bump them till I call
Cause I love my sump
I love my sump yeah
Sadly, I was sooooooo wrong. The reality?
I just pump my pumps
Run ‘em on the floor
As the bass bin blows
Run ‘em on the floor
As the needle jumps
Run ‘em ’til I claw at another slump
Another slump yeah
It’s still a great song, but now it makes more sense.
It’s such a happy song!
The song Satellite is on the album called My Cassette Player, which is kinda funny when the artist is probably too young to have owned one (yeah, I realize that she’s credited for some of the writing, including the song My Cassette Player). Our friend at Waterloo was able to order it, and Candy Pants picked it up for me last night during his usual music run.
I listened to part of it on the way into work today and so far I really like it. However, there is one thing that pisses me off about the album. It’s missing the song New Shoes (track 14). That was one of the songs I was looking forward to hearing after reviewing the short clip, but I didn’t realize that it was only available on the deluxe album (my excuse is that my German sucks). It was pricey enough as in import so I’m not going to bother trying to purchase the expanded album for just one song. I’ll just have to figure out how to buy the song off the German or Swiss iTunes Store instead.
I’d write a review, but I don’t know enough about music to to be able say anything other than I either liked it or I didn’t. That’s something my husband is much better at, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to get him to give Lena a try… although if he’s willing to listen to Little Wings, he should be willing to give Lena a shot.
The post about Saturday’s Orientation is late, and you can blame Paul Kelly for that. We went to go see him yesterday at the Cactus Cafe and that didn’t give me any time for updating the blog. So I’ll leave you with the lyrics from one of the songs he sang last night:
How To Make Gravy
by Paul Kelly
CD: Songs From The South
Hello Dan, it’s Joe here, I hope you’re keeping well
It’s the 21st of December, and now they’re ringing the last bells
If I get good behaviour, I’ll be out of here by July
Won’t you kiss my kids on Christmas Day, please don’t let ‘em cry for me
I guess the brothers are driving down from Queensland and Stella’s flying in from the coast
They say it’s gonna be a hundred degrees, even more maybe, but that won’t stop the roast
Who’s gonna make the gravy now? I bet it won’t taste the same
Just add flour, salt, a little red wine and don’t forget a dollop of tomato sauce for sweetness and that extra tang
And give my love to Angus and to Frank and Dolly,
Tell ‘em all I’m sorry I screwed up this time
And look after Rita, I’ll be thinking of her early Christmas morning
When I’m standing in line
I hear Mary’s got a new boyfriend, I hope he can hold his own
Do you remember the last one? What was his name again?
(Just a little too much cologne)
And Roger, you know I’m even gonna miss Roger
‘Cause there’s sure as hell no one in here I want to fight
Oh praise the Baby Jesus, have a Merry Christmas,
I’m really gonna miss it, all the treasure and the trash
And later in the evening, I can just imagine,
You’ll put on Junior Murvin and push the tables back
And you’ll dance with Rita, I know you really like her,
Just don’t hold her too close, oh brother please don’t stab me in the back
I didn’t mean to say that, it’s just my mind it plays up,
Multiplies each matter, turns imagination into fact
You know I love her badly, she’s the one to save me,
I’m gonna make some gravy, I’m gonna taste the fat
Tell her that I’m sorry, yeah I love her badly, tell ‘em all I’m sorry,
And kiss the sleepy children for me
You know one of these days, I’ll be making gravy,
I’ll be making plenty, I’m gonna pay ‘em all back.