BitchyVeganSoundtrack

Oh good god. This Saturday during my morning routine of, “fuck this, I am not getting out of be until I HAVE to”, I scoured for some new tunage (as I am far too apt to do).

I happened upon this track and haven’t stopped listening to it since. Yes, it’s THAT good. Sure, sometimes it conjures up a rescue scene in a Disney movie that hasn’t been made yet (or some awesome indie flick, whatever), it’s amazing in its simplicity and crashing crescendos.

I am one of those people who sings along to songs at concerts, I can’t help myself. I sing along in the car so it’s only right to reenact the embarrassment live. Something about the entirety of the band singing makes it feel so communal, like those moments at a concert when the rest of the band stops and you just howl your most horrific singing voice along with the singer. THE. BEST.

If you don’t fall in love at first listen, I don’t know what to tell you… you probably don’t have a soul.

I hope I fall in love with a guy one day as instantly as I fell in love with the amazing, “Seryn”. Do it.

This live vid is the best I could find… and if you can do this well playing in a living room… I can’t wait to find out what they do with a stage.

Also, pick up the track over here… and listen to it on repeat for 3 days like I do… or not

Seryn- “We Will All Be Changed”

Meh, this is an oldie but a ridiculous amount of goodie.

This song for me is much like DCFC’s, “Sound of Settling” as I love it for what it reminds me NOT to do.

This week has been bizarre to say the least, involving not one but many occasions where I said far too much to people I like of the opposite sex. This is nothing new, I just usually try to space them out a bit to dampen the blow… as it turns out, most people don’t speak quite as openly as I do… about anything. Meh, oh well.

This jammy jam is all about righting wrongs and blee blah bloo. I have a love/hate relationship with music that makes me want to pick up the phone and say stupid things to stupid people. The problem arises when the song ALSO makes me want to dancey in my pantsy so I have an obsession with listening to it on repeat…. so yeah, if you get a phone call from me today, promptly ignore it. k thanks!

Now DANCEY IN YOUR PANTSY and DON’T think about people you should call…

Aaaaand here comes the, “bitchy” portion of the name of this blog.

I waited patiently for FOUR years for SSLYBY to get their asses back to Florida, at one point, I almost flew to NYC to see them play alongside Telekinesis.

I am glad that I did not make that investment.

I am starting with the less than great portion of the evening, but I promise it gets better.

It doesn’t help that I was probably the only person there who was hoping that they would steal the show. It also probably hinders things due to the fact that I have listened to them since “Broom” was released in 2006 and know every nuance of every guitar pick and drum hit on each of the three albums. Every single skipped chord or change in vocal tone becomes like a squealing pig to someone who expects to hear it just a certain way.

I did happen to catch sight of John at The Bricks prior to the show drinking a water all alone… after their set we then caught site of the band at the hookah bar next door (we went to use the non-crowded restroom), all members were present EXCEPT John. Seems like something is amiss. Maybe that has something to do with the few kinks in their set, who knows. This isn’t CSI: Music so I am going to leave their set simply at: I wanted it to be so much better.

Nowwww for the delicious part, Two Door Cinema Club. They were nothing short of beyond CD quality amazeballs. High energy, fabulous synchronicity. Pure dancetastic joy. It’s almost bittersweet to watch a band of young early-20 somethings (singer is 21… looks about 14) with ONE album perform to the likings of a band that have been together for 20 years. Not a flaw to speak of. It was hipster kid paradise in there.

I honestly bailed before Tokyo Police Club, probably the only time I have gone to a show and not really minded whether I saw the headliner. They are always pretty decent… but when it comes to sleep (go teaching at 8am!) or seeing a “pretty decent” band for the 20th time… I choose sleep.

Song of the day is chipper and delightful and I like to listen to it in between classes while the kids wander about trying to avoid the inevitable. It’s an instant pick-me-up and at 1 min. 30 sec. it’s just enough. Sometimes you don’t need an 8 minute song to make a good point.

Most of the time, that statement is true. Unfortunately I am so stupid excited about the concert tonight that I can barely speak.

I’ve been waiting 4 fucking years to see Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin and as an added bonus I get Two Door Cinema Club!!!

I really have nothing else to say other than Fuck. To. The. Yes.

I will let you all know how it was tomorrow… for now, listen and get fucking excited.

Pretty sure I am at least a year late on finding this fabulous little welsh trio. Possibly because I usually don’t like the alt-rock stylings mixed with a female vocalist… but this is quite superb. The new album, “The Big Roar” is a nice mix of hard and soft that pushes an influence of the YYY’s in my head. It helps that she also follows Karen O.’s rules for having horrifically bad hair.

This bitterness towards, “ugly on purpose” probably has something to do with my own inability to make my slept-on-shower hair look anything other than terrifying today. It is being hidden in a teacher bun that is so trite, it hurts. Maybe I should take the bun down and start hacking away at it with some of these safety scissors.

Also, my name could be Blingy… instead of Ritzy. Yes, the lead singers name is RITZY.

Seriously though, joking aside, this song is fabulous and they deserve to be famous… if only because they had to grow up in Wales. Ew.

Seesawsssss!!!!

Sunday nights for me are filled with the dread of the coming Monday (and beginning of the new semester for my kiddos). I usually kick these Sunday blues by digging for new musica and this Sunday did NOT disappoint.

This Wednesday I will be in the presence of indie musical genius in the form of Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin, Two Door Cinema Club and Tokyo Police Club (“club” is the new “wolf” for band names). Tokyo Police Club isn’t my motivation for going as you have to literally NEVER go to a show to avoid seeing them. They seem to tour with everyone and never, ever stop. I just saw them a few months ago with Passion Pit (amazeballs.) and they were… standard. Not bad or good, just… routine? I feel like they are a staple at just about any show I go to.

Well, it would seem I missed them on a tour with a band that I fell in love with last night, Ruby Coast (they were formed in 2006, so I am hoping “coast” isn’t the new “club”). They are fun and spunky and as an added bonus have a new album that you can scoop up for free. Weeee!

This video is from their earlier stuff but I love it all the same, and since it was the first I heard of them, it will hold a special little place in my musical heart. Listen and then go download the new album, “Whatever This Is” here… http://rubycoast.bandcamp.com/

I sometimes reflect on one of my favorite childhood stories when I am having what would be described in theory as a, “crap day”. Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, was a story about a kid who is, in short, a little shit. Most of the crap that happens to him is hilarious for the reader. Maybe that is what trained me to look at days like this and just laugh. Nothing that happened was so horrible that it can’t be fixed or laughed about later.

I started the day with severe soreness from overly ambitious lunging. Stopped at starbucks and received a venti americano (as per usual) but this time I was convinced it was cream and not soy. As a good little vegan I decided I would just give it to my friend at work. Grabbed my folder and coffee to head downstairs for our meeting and proceeded to fall down the stairs and cover myself head to toe in coffee… with cream. ick.

I started laughing when I saw the position I landed in. Sure, it hurt like hell, but in my mind, looking down at myself… I was Alexander and it was AWESOME.

The good news, I FINALLY got someone on the phone from the place that calls me EVERYDAY (sometimes twice) and hangs up! I convinced them I am NOT FUCKING EILEEN SHIELDS and they said they would delete my number! YAY! You have no idea… it’s been like 4 months… every SINGLE DAY. Sometimes at 9am on a Saturday… and then I can’t go back to sleep. Those calls made me want to punch babies. Cute babies even.

Eeeeeeither way… if this song doesn’t make you fucking ridiculously happy that you made it to another Friday, well then you are Alexander, and that sucks. Get over it.

Thanks to the little brother for this one… if he was alive during the 80′s I think he would have been in heaven if this video is any indication…

I chose this song simply based on the title. I have this weird goal…. well, I have a lot of weird goals but one of them is to one day have a black eye. Pretty sure it stems from Edward Norton and how ridiculously sexy he looked in Fight Club.

I think a black eye is an essential life experience. Sure, that’s not really a normal thought process, but it’s still pretty awesome.

I would like to do it before a day of travel… walking through the airport with a black eye and a bow in my hair. I like the idea of fucking with people’s heads.

Annnnnway…. Dr.Dog is a band that should be a part of any music collector’s collection. Listen and love…. and then come punch me in the eye when I least suspect it. mmmk?

The song title today is slightly coincidental in the fact that I said the exact same words this morning… in the most sarcastic tone. Ever.

Sure, my job isn’t the easiest in the world, but teaching learning disabled students about science can’t possibly be the hardest. Usually I get through at least half the day before my patience is seriously tested. This morning though, a student felt compelled to scoff, yes scoff… he’s a scoffer, at the request that he put his binder under his desk during a midterm exam. I FLIPPED OUT.

Few things piss me off more than blatant disrespect… but disrespect to a teacher?! A teacher who is making a totally valid and expected request?! BLERG! I had this same conversation with a friend at dinner last night, she teaches ESOL to college kids and even THEY still don’t understand the basic principles of not treating the teacher like shit! BLERG BLERG BLERG.

It’s a good thing I have my musica. Unfortunately I discovered this band just in time to watch them disappear off the face of the earth. I guess sometimes you just have to be grateful for the few songs you manage to get out of talented people… like any art form, I guess you can’t paint/sing/sculpt/write forever…

Ps-this is the ONLY video I could dig up for this song… ignore the fruit and listen.

I honestly don’t know anything else by this guy. Like most people I stumbled on a single track and couldn’t care less about hearing what else to say. I am sure it’s adorable and therefore, I wish to hear no more of it simply because of what this song does to me alone.

He’s like John Mayer crooning, but cuter… and much more accessible since his name is Landon Pigg. Come on ladies, you know you are much more likely to be able to make out with a guy whose last name is Pigg than a guy who just finished banging it out with Jennifer Aniston.

Either way, if you have a vagina and don’t want to make out with this guy based on lyrics alone. You have no soul… or no vagina. Whatever.

Listen, and pretend guys like this actually exist.