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rachg82Oh, sweet baby Jesus. This is exactly what I needed to make waking up halfway through the night (figures--now that there's nothing to do) worth it.
BJORK SHOULD ALWAYS PERFORM IN OPERA HOUSES. This is a new rule. Also: every time anyone is lonely, she should show up in their bedroom when they wake up with a full orcheastra & choir, like, "Surprise! And a one & a two!" Or, damn, at least set up a hologram of some sort. Chop chop. I want that as one of my alarm clock options.
I can't even deal with you right now, Bjork. Your brilliance causes me pain. I first loved this song at 13. I still love it now. I'll love it forever.
Before my sister named her daughter Isabella, this was one of the names I tossed around as a possibility in case I ever decided to have children. Obviously it's moot now, but still. That's how much I loved this song as a teenager. "Wonderful hell, like me, like me." Yep, yep. "Married to myself." Ya damn right.
And, finally, one of my absolute favorite songs from when I was fifteen. I've also never seen this one live until now, and UGH, there aren't words. She's just a genius. Music like this reminds me what I stay awake for. What kind of people I like sitting next to. Why I open the window sometimes. Why I turn the computer on. It's just about little things of beauty & feeling conscious & free & understood & respected.
Yes, I can get that from a few songs. What?
Music has meaning to me. Don't judge. Heh.
Anyway. It's nothing remarkable (i.e. it doesn't mean problems are solved & la de da), but at least it was a pure moment of simple happiness & gratitude. I haven't felt that in days. Not to that depth anyway, where there was no jokey-face mask element (well, not much of one anyway. I did joke somewhat. It's just my way). I had to share it while it lasted.
*edited to add more, because I've never heard this one before--period--and it's fantabulous. This is what I get for not keeping up on her new stuff (it's not my fault! Some of her later songs just didn't make me flail as much. I love this one though):
And ETA again because I'm now stuck in a YouTube black hole & keep finding more stuff. What I said above about Bjork's later music not making me flail as much? I take it back. You hear me? I take it BACK. I should've hung in there.
This song, people, oh my God. THIS SONG. For some reason it makes me think of Booth/Brennan. Yes? No? I know I have Bones on the brain & all, but still. WHAT A LOVE SONG.
Also, this really got to me. "I can decide what I give, but it's not up to me what I'm given." If you interpret that as being about choices, it's true in a way (i.e. I chose to step away from my family since they were addicts/abusers/etc. I didn't choose for my mom to show up at my door & so on. I chose to bring friends into my life, but I didn't choose for them to surprise me by acting like insensitive wankers. I didn't choose for my nephew to grow up in the environment he's in. You get the idea. Basically, you can always choose how you react to things & try to be self-sufficient & prepared, but that doesn't mean you can be psychic & predict everything life is about to hand you before it arrives. That's not practical or fair to expect from yourself. Everything you choose is up to you, including your choices regarding others, but that doesn't mean you control others). Put bluntly, "it's not up to you; it never was." I'm gonna let this one simmer for a while.
BJORK SHOULD ALWAYS PERFORM IN OPERA HOUSES. This is a new rule. Also: every time anyone is lonely, she should show up in their bedroom when they wake up with a full orcheastra & choir, like, "Surprise! And a one & a two!" Or, damn, at least set up a hologram of some sort. Chop chop. I want that as one of my alarm clock options.
I can't even deal with you right now, Bjork. Your brilliance causes me pain. I first loved this song at 13. I still love it now. I'll love it forever.
Before my sister named her daughter Isabella, this was one of the names I tossed around as a possibility in case I ever decided to have children. Obviously it's moot now, but still. That's how much I loved this song as a teenager. "Wonderful hell, like me, like me." Yep, yep. "Married to myself." Ya damn right.
And, finally, one of my absolute favorite songs from when I was fifteen. I've also never seen this one live until now, and UGH, there aren't words. She's just a genius. Music like this reminds me what I stay awake for. What kind of people I like sitting next to. Why I open the window sometimes. Why I turn the computer on. It's just about little things of beauty & feeling conscious & free & understood & respected.
Yes, I can get that from a few songs. What?
Music has meaning to me. Don't judge. Heh.
Anyway. It's nothing remarkable (i.e. it doesn't mean problems are solved & la de da), but at least it was a pure moment of simple happiness & gratitude. I haven't felt that in days. Not to that depth anyway, where there was no jokey-face mask element (well, not much of one anyway. I did joke somewhat. It's just my way). I had to share it while it lasted.
*edited to add more, because I've never heard this one before--period--and it's fantabulous. This is what I get for not keeping up on her new stuff (it's not my fault! Some of her later songs just didn't make me flail as much. I love this one though):
And ETA again because I'm now stuck in a YouTube black hole & keep finding more stuff. What I said above about Bjork's later music not making me flail as much? I take it back. You hear me? I take it BACK. I should've hung in there.
This song, people, oh my God. THIS SONG. For some reason it makes me think of Booth/Brennan. Yes? No? I know I have Bones on the brain & all, but still. WHAT A LOVE SONG.
Also, this really got to me. "I can decide what I give, but it's not up to me what I'm given." If you interpret that as being about choices, it's true in a way (i.e. I chose to step away from my family since they were addicts/abusers/etc. I didn't choose for my mom to show up at my door & so on. I chose to bring friends into my life, but I didn't choose for them to surprise me by acting like insensitive wankers. I didn't choose for my nephew to grow up in the environment he's in. You get the idea. Basically, you can always choose how you react to things & try to be self-sufficient & prepared, but that doesn't mean you can be psychic & predict everything life is about to hand you before it arrives. That's not practical or fair to expect from yourself. Everything you choose is up to you, including your choices regarding others, but that doesn't mean you control others). Put bluntly, "it's not up to you; it never was." I'm gonna let this one simmer for a while.
