Myoozik

Webster's defines music as (n.) that which one can hear and sing along to or twerk thy toosh to.

I'm always at a loss for words when someone I meet asks "So what kind of music do you like?"  I remember when Justin, my assistant manager at MyGym, asked me one day as we were cleaning toys, and I was like "Ummm........ a little of everything.........pop..........do you know Of Monsters and Men?  I really like them."  To which he replied "Ooh kay...no, I don't know of them."

"I like Of Monsters and Men" translates to "I really like that song of their's right now "Little Talks," and my husband and I sing it a lot, and he recently bought the album on GooglePlayMusic, but he hasn't ripped me a CD yet, but I'm really excited about listening to more of their stuff once he finally does get around to it."

Spoiler alert: I'm still waiting on that CD. *cough, cough NATHAN, you SLACKER!"* (he doesn't read, this so he won't ever "laugh" at that.)

You'd think after this Musicatastrophe of 2013, that I would have learned a stock answer, but no.

When one of my supervisors and I were chatting one day after just starting this job a few months ago, he was like "So, what kind of music are you into?"

"Ummm.......... you know I like a little of everything.........except not like hardcore rap....and uh...NOT country."

*slow clap for Courtney*

I think he got his answer as soon as I said "hardcore rap."  WTF?

What I need to say to these crazies that keep asking is "I still listen to the mix tapes my friends made me in college, as well as the bands that other people introduced me to at the time, that I fell in love with, but didn't buy any of their other future-released cd's for some crazy reason.  Oh yea, cause I was a poor college student."

But nobody wants to hear all that.

All this is to say that one of the bands I still love and listen to and follow and have actually kept up with is Dashboard Confessional, and they are the shiznit.  They recently (as in February...see, still can't keep up) released a new album, and I bought it on iTunes and have almost reached the point where I'm sick of some of the songs already because I listen to stuff on repeat over and over until I can't take it anymore.

Long story short, this has been a PSA to tell you to go buy their new album Crooked Shadows (or listen to the songs on Spotify or YouTube, you cheapskate.**)  Also please help me convince them to come to New Orleans on their tour because everywhere else is too far, and I really want to see them again.


**I honestly blanked out on this word.  I was like "Is it cheapstate or cheapsteak?" HAHA ummm thanks Mr. Google - Did You Mean this instead of that nonsense you just typed.

'Round Here

*cue Counting Crows*

Seeing how it's 10 months to the day since my last post, I hardy har har thought it was time for a little update for those of you who don't read this.  (my mom included)

Naturally, I read back over my previous posts to see what I was smoking what was going through my mind those many moons ago, and there've been a lot of changes.

For one, I don't work at that oh-so-glamourous bankruptcy law firm in Shreveport anymore.  It works for me!  Wait. that doesn't work there.  No, in a funny (but not really) twist of events, I ended up getting that job that I had applied for when I talked about leaving my license on the scanner.  So in August, we hightailed our little tooshies to The Big Easy and have been living it up ever since.  Ay bay bay.  And by living it up, I mean drinking hurricanes non-stop and shaking what my momma gave me on Bourbon Street to make rent.  OR...working at The Doge and supporting my brainiac husband and brainless cat.

Also, I finished reading Attachments and have read quite a few things since.  Based on another recommendation from Grace (because apparently I need her to hold my hand through the literary world), I read What Alice Forgot and then immediately entered a bingeworthy phase of all things Liane Moriarty.  (Side note:  I pronounce her name like "Lee-Ann" when I'm vomiting at the mouth to Nathan about my current obsession of hers, but I have no idea if this is correct.  I know a quick YouTube search would end this intense mystery....but I kind of don't what to know if it's something besides what I've been saying for the past 5 months.  Ignorance is pure, Liane bliss.)  So if the NOLA public library has any connections to Mizz Moriarty, they're probably happily reporting to her that client #D0742983** is plowing through all her works.

Lastly, and most importantly, it should be noted and documented and scratched on a tablet that Nate and I tried the Impossible Burger in Dallas before the big southern trek to these parts, and it was impossibly tasty! 73 out of 73 stars.

Okay, see you again in 10 months.

**Library card number has been altered because I can only remember that it starts with a D0 and then has a string of numbers.  Or has it?  dun dun dun.