Archive for January 9, 2008

sounds and hounds

first things first, my boyfriend joe has the most hilarious taste in music ever. mostly, he listens to hardcore and metal. one might think this would be a problem since i don’t like to listen to either of those musics, but it isn’t because a) i think it’s kind of sexy that he does, and b) he has this freaky, inexplicable passion for bad 80s soft rock. seriously. i find this SO adorable, but so so so strange! it’s not like joe’s some kind of poseur (at least i assume not, i don’t really know anything about metal and hardcore, but he seems pretty fucking serious about it), it’s just that he really enjoys such classics as “i can’t go for that” by hall and oates. oops, i forgot to ask his permission to write about this (he is a “permission” nazi. wtf how annoying. i warned him of the privacy dangers of hooking up with a blogger the first night he boned me on kp’s balcony. duh.) still, i think it will be okay because he seems almost PROUD of this sick little fetish. upon the second time on our roadtrip “i keep forgetting (every time you’re near)” by michael mcdonald came on his ipod, i shot him a smile and he said “what? it’s a good song.” with utter confidence. hot.

i’m writing this blog because i feel like everyone has probably been thinking “i wonder what amanda-faye has been listening to lately, music-wise. i’m really just so curious…” WELL, here goes:

britney

okay, duh, no one these days can even legally have a blog without discussing her, but i am here to talk about the MUSIC. britney, britney, why? you have gone about this “crazy album” thing all wrong! the “crazy” album is supposed to be an album of rebellion and freedom, of you saying FUCK YOU to the industry and all Britbefaft_4of it’s constraints, thereby selling very few records, but earning the respect of one of the subcultures and/or australia (i love you, australia!). blackout could have really been your underdog hipster breakout album had you handled this correctly. let me just say, i tend to run with a pretty hip crowd (hahahaha) and i have not been to one single party or club in the last several months that has not played “gimme more,” often multiple times! and since “piece of me” came out the story is similar, yet no one is really saying much about it. i think this is because brit has not attempted to milk this aspect. by god britney, this was your chance to build your non-mainstream gay fanbase and you FAILED! seriously, i have listened to all of the blackout clips and the album as a whole is AWFUL, but i would probably dance to any of the songs if they came on in a club. i can see why/how they could have become huge underground club hits. as for her actions, the hip gays don’t really give a shit about her kids or her using drugs, and shaving her head = awesome. she should have just rolled with it. the key to semi-longevity and semi-fan loyalty in this scene would be britney making any kind of effort to back the album, even in a rebellious and hilarious way. for example, instead of having her body photoshopped to be thinner in the “piece of me” video, she should have had something funny photoshopped onto her body… like, a dinosaur body, or maybe have her body be slowly and gorily falling apart a la that weird robbie williams music video that was banned by mtv in the u.s. but huge in europe. she could have become “indie” britney, just like kylie minogue crossed over to “indie” kylie with her album “impossible princess” which bombed in the uk, but was a huge success in her native australia, where the single “did it again” was even played on rock radio as well as to her typical top 40 audience.

omg, could i BE any gayer.

Kyliexanyways, speaking of kylie, her new album is out in the uk, but it doesn’t come out here until next month! i have only heard two of the songs, but i love them both! “2 hearts” and “wow” are both so fucking catchy and the “2 hearts” video is FIERCE! i can’t decide if i should buy the album on import or wait and see if the us version has additional tracks.

for my next item: alicia keys’ “no one”

okay, this song was good at first, but now i am starting to hate it. it takes a lot for me to get sick of a song, but the mainstream radio is apparently doing everything it takes to best my tolerance. i propose that they Chrisbrownjv10simply make an entire station that only plays that song and nothing else, that way whenever i get a hankering for it i can just tune in, leaving me at peace with chris brown’s “kiss kiss” on rotation six-times-an-hour on all the other stations. oh, chris, why is our love so forbidden???

paramore

don’t even get me started on their music, the name of this band fills me with uncontrollable rage! i have accepted long ago that while i am super-down with pure pop and hip-pop, i am way too old for pop rock. i grew up on the likes of paula abdul and bel biv devoe, but when i came into my own, the rock i listened to was bikini kill, bratmobile, and (early) sleater-kinney, bands that actually rocked something, women who talked about things other than their boyfriends. okay, MAYBE i’m to old for that stuff too, but i just don’t understand the shit they play on “alternative” radio these days… there was a time when you tuned in to KROQ (local l.a. rock station) to get away from the bs on top 40 stations, and now they play the exact same rock bands, except i can’t hear chris brown’s “kiss kiss” on KROQ (*blows a kiss to chris* so young… so forbidden… so not gay enough for me.) the thing about paramore that disappoints me is that i actually probably would give it a secret guilty-pleasure listen because i am a sucker for female-fronted bands, and their song “misery business” is catchy as hell, damnit, but they had to go and spell their name that way! it’s PARAMOUR you bastards! yes, i have researched it, yes, i know they spelled it that way in the beginning because it was an (ex) bandmember’s last name before they realized the meaning of the homophone “paramour” (illicit lover), but still, i feel that since they were still a new band they should have felt bound by COMMON DECENCY to spell the word “paramour.” by god, what are we teaching our children? this irresponsible spelling of band names combined with text slang and internet speak… the world is coming to an end. fo shiz.

kate bush

i have been listening to a lot of kate bush’s album “the hounds of love.” that’s all i have to say about that, really. she’s a nut, but i’m into it. before i ever heard her i would get really defensive when people accused tori amos of stealing her steez (and i’m pretty sure around that time i also referred to tori amos as “the goddess tori.” what? don’t pretend you were never sixteen!), but now i realize that early tori seems to have been heavily kate-influenced, which is not a bad thing. they both rule.

joe and i have decided i need to buy a tori amos t-shirt on ebay and wear the shit out of it all over town. Amos5how funny/cool would that be? so funny/cool. haha. i’m in the process of finding the perfect one, though, i have specific ideas. i really want one with the pic on the right. vintage 90s tori. so hot. it has inspired me to start growing out my hair and wear it huge and frizzy… well, actually the weather in portland inspired that, but it is what it is.

oh, by the way, i also listen to a lot of “really cool” indie music and bands you probs never heard of. i swear!

what? i swear!

one final note, i am desperate to have a teacup pomeranian because my friends niki and vera in pdx have a black one named carlos and he is FIERCE. in my endeavors to find one on the internets, even though i can’t afford, i came across a bunch of pomeranian rescue sites and realized that i could never really have a dog because a) they are living creatures and i am a fucking mess, and b) there are just TOO many needy dogs that need to be adopted and i really want a purebred puppy but that would make me feel heinously guilty. in my search, i came across the cutest dog ever named harriet Harriet (this is her on the left, OMG) who is super old and blind, but lovable and sweet and needs a home. could she BE any cuter? i swear, i would adopt her right this second, except she is probably going to die before i do and i am too emotionally weak to deal with grief. it’s true. PLEASE SOMEONE ADOPT HER! click the link, PLEASE. damn my weak spirit and lack of maternal instinct, damn damn!

bring on the leaving on unnecessary lights in every room!

holy sunshine in winter, i’m BACK in los angeles! there are many things i love about this city, things that a lot of people don’t understand, but one thing everyone can agree on is the weather being fucking AWESOME. it was gorgeous out today.

portland was FAB, mostly because of all the amazing people. well, like, my friends i mean, and joe’s. still, i am glad to be home, as it was longgg trip. we stayed with one of his friends who was SUPER amazing. it was rad because we had our very own room in the basement, but what was not rad was that i was forced to learn that it is a fine little line between “living green” and “third world conditions.” first, there was the whole “having central heating we don’t use” thing, then the “it saves water to not flush every time and just pee on each others’ pee over and over again” thing… look, i love mother earth as much as the next person, but i also love my extremities not going numb and not getting other people’s urine splashback on my ass. i am high-maintenance, though, so i’ve been told. mind you, i am overwhelmed with gratitude for the hospitality, totally respect the lifestyles of others, and they did flush after they took a shit. plus our basement room had a space heater so really it was quite cozy.

except the way i was awakened the last morning we were in town. hey guys, what’s worse?

a. being awakened from your slumber by loud, thundering music from overhead,

b. choice a. but also the culprit is some dude who actually LIVES in the house you’re staying in as a guest so there is nothing you can do about it, or

c. choice b. and also the music is fucking STONE TEMPLE PILOTS!

*taps foot* well?

and AND i only saw like, THREE tvs the whole time we were there and two of them had no antenna for even local channels, and only one had cable (THANK YOU VERA AND NIKI! oh, and oprah, thank you for the jeans buying tips).

no, really, i am totally totally kidding, everyone was extra-nice to us and it was a very nice vacay. it was almost like just living there for two weeks. good times. more on pdx and a few pix next week. i’m also working on a new blog project. it’s kind of silly and personal. but i’m going to share it with you soon, so lookout!

oh, and jk also about the unnecessary lights thing, that’s my total pet peeve. ugh.

weather the weather

it may seem as though i have always been the delicate flower i am today, but this is far from true. when i was little, i used to run around and climb trees, loved making mud pies, and had more scrapes on my knees than just about anyone. i don’t know what happened to that person, but i would say the last thing i climbed for pleasure was probably joe, the only “mud” i currently want to be associated with includes the word “mask,” and the most serious injury i expect to incur any time soon is rug burn. it’s a pity, really, since i think i am naturally a rather hardy creature, but i have to succumb to the fact that at present i am ill-equipped to deal with such things as “temperature changes” or “making small but important decisions.” this makes traveling hard.

we are still in portland, currently. we leave thursday morning. while i love this city and my friends here so much, i am definitely starting to feel homesick for l.a.

spending the new year here was a wonderful idea, as it eliminated any need for me to panic about which party to attend. i knew exactly where to go because my friends vera and aubree were djing there. we got there somewhat early and started to settle in, chit-chatting with the fabulous beyond belief niki, gf to the max of vera (dj automaton) and mastermind behind the clothing line luxury jones. i was on the dance floor, minding my own biz kissing joe, meeting his best friend nikki (note the difference in name spelling for future ref), who is my new favorite person, and some other peeps when WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK my ex walks into the party! seriously, this was a wtffx moment… yeah, i totally invented a new internet word. aren’t there laws against things like this happening on one’s vacation? it’s not like i HATE my ex or anything, and i guess in theory i should have expected this since my ex just moved to pdx and this was “the biggest queer party in town,” but still, i say wtffx! it was jarring, and i would like to say i smiled, walked across the dance floor, and said hello, but no, that would have been too easy and dignified. instead, i hid, first in joe’s mouth, then behind joe, then upstairs in the “VIP area” aka hostess’ bedroom. yikes.

what really threw a wrench in my night though, was that the party was HUGE, almost too big to mingle if you didn’t know a bunch of people and too crowded to dance. even the outside area was teeming over with lesbians. to my delight, just before midnight, i met beth ditto of the band the gossip (need i even link? i think not.) now, around these parts, she is generally referred to as “my friend beth” or “oh, hey beth” or even “beth,” but i am not ashamed to say that i have admired this woman (who is the same age and, as we discussed, astrological sign [pisces biatch!] as myself) since the very first time i ever saw her band play in like… maybe 2000? they were touring with legendary bands bratmobile and sleater-kinney (who were headlining) and as the opening band, they simply blew the whole show out of the water. i have seen them several times since then and will continue to as often as i can. beth is truly an amazing performer, role model and, i am pleased to report, HILARIOUS and NICE PERSON! how refreshing to meet someone you think is totally awesome from afar and have them actually be… totally awesome. it was the perfect midnight, sharing champers with beth ditto and her fab boyfriend freddy fagula, and kissing my fab boyfriend joe. minus the panic and the whiskey in the middle. eesh. shortly after that we left the party because, as i said, it was WAY too crowded and smelled like b.o.

still, all in all i say it was a success. i feel kind of dumb about the whole “hiding from my ex” thing, but i think my ex probs didn’t want to see me there any more than i wanted to see my ex, so it was for the best. time heals all wounds, as they say, but i am pretty cross with my ex at present because the time before the last time we broke up, my ex defaced my 2nd fav black jacket with the words “CRUEL LIES LYING BITCH” in sparkly blue acrylic paint (wtf?). mostly, i was mad because of the color choice… otherwise that jacket might have been kind of hilarious to wear around town, but the color is really hideous. anyway, that was a long time ago, but i am re-mad because it’s winter now and my real fav black jacket got stolen from my car when ajai’s purse got stolen and now i have a grand total of ZERO black jackets. sad. the one that got stolen was actually the best jacket ever. i got it on ebay years ago, but i saw a girl wearing the white version a few weeks ago! it even had the same “grapevines” brand. it was nylon, kinda members only-ish but girly with a popped collar, puffy piping, and pleated at the back. if you find one like that in black or any color i guess, please let me know! or also let me know if you know how to get year-old acrylic paint out of a similar nylon jacket.

SHEESH! the things i go through!

in conclusion, i would like to say goodbye portland. you were a wonderful host! i love your people, plethora of queers, and your variety of delicious foods, but i do not love your rain and the fear that at any moment i will say something to offend a hippie, therefore it is back to l.a. for me, for now. i will miss you terribly, but i will post the (few) pics i took here when i get home and i will be back in the summer. to los angeles: i’m coming home home homo! be ready with a bottle of vodka of the gods, a dance party, and the lust to kick long beach’s ASS at lesbo basketball!