This morning at Easter service I knew the melody to one of the hymns we sung based solely on my familiarity with a certain Sufjan Stevns song.
I felt both embarassed and incredibly smug that I had learned something so obviously important through my obsessive osmosis of pop-culture, as opposed to the way I should have learned it. And I was totally sure that everyone could tell the tall girl in the back with the big metallic cuff only knows this song because some guy put it on a mix CD for her at the beginning of her musical education.
It was akin to the feeling I had when I found out that the really catchy "Come Together" song they used on the hip commercial for the flat screen wasn't written exclusively for the TV commercial...
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Brooksie
When I was younger I had a poster on each wall above my bed. Nancy Kerrigan on one side, Michel Jordan on the other. I was very serious about them. Caught as much of Nancy's skating as I could, and watched each and every Bulls game with my Dad. But somewhere along the way MJ retired, Nancy got her knee bashed in and I got very serious about Tiger Beat.
I never looked back. I haven't since had much interest in professional sports or athletes. Then I moved to DC.
Turns out hockey is kind of awesome. And it's even better when you're watching the pros and not the Oklahoma City Blazers. So, yes, I have become a closeted Washington Capitals fan. Dudes with lots of muscles skating super fast with really big sticks, slamming each other up against the wall and seriously throwing down several times a game. It was hot. Then this guy scored and they put his picture up on the big screen.
And it got a whole lot hotter.
I'm not going to say Brooks Laich is the reason I am now a Caps fan. But I think Brooks Laich is the reason I am now a Caps fan.
I never looked back. I haven't since had much interest in professional sports or athletes. Then I moved to DC.
Turns out hockey is kind of awesome. And it's even better when you're watching the pros and not the Oklahoma City Blazers. So, yes, I have become a closeted Washington Capitals fan. Dudes with lots of muscles skating super fast with really big sticks, slamming each other up against the wall and seriously throwing down several times a game. It was hot. Then this guy scored and they put his picture up on the big screen.
And it got a whole lot hotter.
I'm not going to say Brooks Laich is the reason I am now a Caps fan. But I think Brooks Laich is the reason I am now a Caps fan.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Dusky Hill
I endured quite a bit of drama to get my hands on these puppies at the end of last season. But it was okay, because I am used to shoe drama. I do, afterall, have kayaks for feet.
Unfortunately they are desperately ravaged as I wore them almost daily August through mid-October. And when you have small boats at the end of your legs your boat covers tend to get a bit scuffed.
I just bought the same pair in grey. I have never doubled up on a shoe before. Does this mean I'm turning 65?
Unfortunately they are desperately ravaged as I wore them almost daily August through mid-October. And when you have small boats at the end of your legs your boat covers tend to get a bit scuffed.
I just bought the same pair in grey. I have never doubled up on a shoe before. Does this mean I'm turning 65?
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
a take away show
Dear Patrick Watson,
I spent a good chunk of time not logging in Income and Expense Reports this afternoon and instead figuring out how to expand the margins of my blog so as to post this video.
I could spend hours on La Blogotheque. And I often do.
I spent a good chunk of time not logging in Income and Expense Reports this afternoon and instead figuring out how to expand the margins of my blog so as to post this video.
#97 Patrick Watson / Part 2 - A Take Away Show from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.
I could spend hours on La Blogotheque. And I often do.
Her?
I don't think I can be friends with anyone my age who, when a television-related "Tobias" reference is made, thinks it must be relating to James Van Der Beek's two episode stint on Criminal Minds.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
grobanite
If you knew me during the college years you're probably aware that I spent a large a portion of my 20th and 21st years thinking about this man.
Yep. (In hindsight I realize that any portion of time spent thinking about a celebrity who's path will never cross your own is too large a portion.) Along with my dear friend and partner in obsession, I traveled 3 and a half hours by bus to see him sing in Montreal. And I vividly remember wandering the beautiful city dreaming about what we'd say were we to randomly run into Josh buying a croissant in a little bakery, or strolling the streets documenting his travels. I remember the certainty that comes with consuming, girlish crushes that Josh would recognize in me a kindred spirit and appreciator of his music. And we, like he, were American. That would surely have made all the difference. (The following summer I traveled 3.5 hours again to see him perform in Dallas. That time he would have appreciated that I, like he, was a non-Texan.)
Five years later I have missed out on Josh's last few (two?) albums. Somewhere along the way my interest in classical pop fell off. I discovered Indie Rock and never looked back.
But I feel it is important to document the fact that I may be regressing. I have discovered @joshgroban on twitter. His tweets are inane and funny. Self-depricating. Sometimes they are politically and socially pertinent. He's 28 now, instead of 23, so he's really the pefect age for me. And, most importantly, these days he looks more like this!
Flannel. Glasses. Scruff. Appropriately-sized hypoallergenic dog on a leash.
Josh, I can honestly say I no longer have any interest in your music, but I think we should move into a charming little place in Fort Greene, buy some Dirty Projectors for our vinyl collection and join a co-op. Mkay?
Yep. (In hindsight I realize that any portion of time spent thinking about a celebrity who's path will never cross your own is too large a portion.) Along with my dear friend and partner in obsession, I traveled 3 and a half hours by bus to see him sing in Montreal. And I vividly remember wandering the beautiful city dreaming about what we'd say were we to randomly run into Josh buying a croissant in a little bakery, or strolling the streets documenting his travels. I remember the certainty that comes with consuming, girlish crushes that Josh would recognize in me a kindred spirit and appreciator of his music. And we, like he, were American. That would surely have made all the difference. (The following summer I traveled 3.5 hours again to see him perform in Dallas. That time he would have appreciated that I, like he, was a non-Texan.)
Five years later I have missed out on Josh's last few (two?) albums. Somewhere along the way my interest in classical pop fell off. I discovered Indie Rock and never looked back.
But I feel it is important to document the fact that I may be regressing. I have discovered @joshgroban on twitter. His tweets are inane and funny. Self-depricating. Sometimes they are politically and socially pertinent. He's 28 now, instead of 23, so he's really the pefect age for me. And, most importantly, these days he looks more like this!
Flannel. Glasses. Scruff. Appropriately-sized hypoallergenic dog on a leash.
Josh, I can honestly say I no longer have any interest in your music, but I think we should move into a charming little place in Fort Greene, buy some Dirty Projectors for our vinyl collection and join a co-op. Mkay?
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