Let it play…

Random observation of the week:

There is never a shortage of Kansas LPs at the record store.

Stepping back into 1990
This week, my bathroom has featured the music of Poison in the form of “Flesh and Blood.” I went through a phase where I was ashamed to like hair band rock, but I’m ashamed no longer. Gems from this album are: the bass line in “Unskinny Bop” and the driving riffs in “Valley of Lost Souls.” However, my particular favorite is “Let it Play.” When I was a young girl, I longed for a wake timer CD player function so I could wake up to that song. I was certain it would drive me out of bed. When I finally got my wake-timer function, I woke to Cece Deville’s electric incantations. It’s a better song to hear while you’re in the bathroom preparing for the day…

You can even use your toothbrush as a microphone if you promise not to get toothpaste spittle on the freshly Windex’d mirror.

Let it Play

Did you ever get up on the wrong side of bed
With an achin’ head and just fall apart?
You’re running late, the boss is bitchin’,
It’s cold outside, and the car won’t start

Well I don’t mean to bitch I swear
Cause we all got our cross to bear

But when I hear the music
All my troubles just fade away
When I hear the music
Let it play, let it play
When I hear the music
Sure as darkness I can see the day
When I hear the music
Let it play
Let it play

Life’s just rented space getting laid to waste
When the lines on my face say I’m growing older
Just a stitch in time gonna save my mind
When the weight of the world lies on my shoulders

Soon I won’t have a place to fit
But I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it

Go ahead and try it some morning and let me know if you don’t have a day where you hum to yourself throughout the day. I will warn you, though, even though we all might ponder what the hell “un-skinny bop” actually refers to, the song will parade around in your decaffeinated mind for the better part of the morning.

Suggestions for other great wake-up tunes? Leave ’em here. I’d love to hear ’em.

The Experience (a continuation of the Best of…countdown)

And now, for something completely different:

Tool Aenima

I first have to say yes, it is, just say it with me, people: enema. You can say it this way, and I’d be perfectly okay with that. But Aenima, with the a and e together is “ah-ne-mah.” Choose your poison. BUT not before you’ve read this: it’s a combination of the words: Anima “inner self” or “the soul” and enima “flushing out your bowels.” I may say “ah-ne-mah” but listen to the lyrics to my favorite title track.  It’s about flushing it all away.  He’s talking about a renewal.  Flushing out all the crap in the world and starting anew.  Tool has an interesting fan base.  They’re heavy; they have in-your-face messages that some people find too blatant or profane; oh, and they’re absolutely PHENOMENAL.  I have always called Tool “the thinker’s band.”  Each musician is so insanely talented that when you put them all together it’s like a musical coma.  I mean nothing bad by this–it’s simply that they are so inebriating to the mind that all else tends to disappear and you, yourself, get lost in sound and emotion. At least, that is what Tool has always been for me.  This album, their sophomore to Undertow (another insanely amazing first), is what hooked me.  Though you might be in a Tool-induced coma, that doesn’t mean that you won’t move–in fact, I’ve often proclaimed you must be without a pulse if some part of your body doesn’t girate to this power-packed, bass-heavy beat.  Add to that, Maynard’s incredibly dynamic voice and Adam’s angry riffs–and you’ve got bliss.  Put in the oven at 350…sorry…sounded like a recipe forming.  So what tracks inflame me with Toolopia?  “46 & 2” because I’m a bassist, and because of all the aforementioned reasons.  “Stinkfist” because of the spitting anger that helps emotional management.  On the surface, one might be repelled by the verbal images this illicits, however, it is about Maynard’s frustration with the military (he served.)  It’s a good one, either way, for a bad day.  “Eulogy” and, of course, “Aenima.”  There’s something incredible about the musicality of “Aemina” that astounds me.  The build, the lyrics, the dynamics in the climax–it can’t really be fully appreciated in words, so do yourself a favor:  get some headphones, eliminate distraction–and go listen.  One final thing (though I could rant about a billion more) I’d like to say about this album is that so many people mistake “Die Eier von Satan” as being anti-semitic.  No.  It’s a Jewish recipe recited like an anti-semitic speech, as in, to make the point of hatred being wrong.  Tool: 1,000,000 squared, the universe, well, we don’t lose, do we, because we have the former.