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Roxy Music are an English art rock group formed in 1971 by Bryan Ferry, who became the group's lead vocalist and chief songwriter. The other members are Phil Manzanera (guitar), Andy Mackay (saxophone and oboe) and Paul Thompson (drums and percussion). Former members include Brian Eno (synthesizer and "treatments"), and Eddie Jobson (synthesizer and violin). Although the band took a break from group activities in 1983, they reunited for a concert tour in 2001, and have toured together intermittently since that time.
Roxy Music attained popular and critical success in the UK, Europe and Australia during the 1970s and early 1980s, beginning with their debut album, Roxy Music (1972).[1] The band was highly influential, as leading proponents of the more experimental, musically sophisticated element of glam, as well as a significant influence on early English punk music. They also provided a model for many New Wave acts and the experimental electronic groups of the early 1980s. The group is distinguished by their visual and musical sophistication and their preoccupation with style and glamour.[2] Ferry and co-founding member Eno have also had influential solo careers, the latter becoming one of the most significant record producers and collaborators of the late 20th century.
Rolling Stone magazine ranked Roxy Music #98 on its "The Immortals – 100 The Greatest Artists of All Time" list.[3]
A new studio album, which would have been their ninth, began recording in 2005. It would have been Roxy's first record with Brian Eno since 1973, who wrote two songs for it as well as played keyboards.[4] However, Bryan Ferry eventually confirmed that material from these sessions would be released as a Ferry solo album, with Eno playing on "a couple of tracks,"[5] and that he doesn't think they'll record as Roxy Music again.[6] Subsequently, this was confirmed by the announcement of a solo Bryan Ferry album, entitled Olympia.
I was tagged a few days ago by 8 Skeins of Danger with the following mission: List 10 things that your friends may or may not know about you, but that are true. If I've repeated any of these in previous such postings, I apologize in advance.
1) I went to 6 different elementary schools, 1 middle school and 3 high schools. We moved a lot when I was growing up for no good reason in particular. The longest we stayed in one place was from late 1983 to the summer of 1988 when I was 9 to 14 years old (4th to 8th grades). By the time I got to the high school which would prove to be my last one ( and was the 3rd one I'd been to in the same year) I barely bothered to speak to anyone for the better part of the year, why bother to try and make friends if you're going to just leave again? I was pooped, making friends was too emotionally exhausting, thankfully I got over it eventually and made the best friends I ever had in my life, or will likely ever have.
2) I was happy when my parents divorced. I actively encouraged my mother to leave my Dad once I figured out she was just staying with him because she thought I needed a father figure. Seriously, they were horribly suited for each other and should've split up permanently long before they finally did. As a child, I was always confused when I saw movies where kids freaked out and were sad when their parents split up. My parents split up 2 other times before they made it permanent, the first time being when I was 4 years old so maybe I was just so used to it/sick of it that I didn't care anymore? The last time they got together I was sorta annoyed, but didn't have the heart to tell them how I felt since it was obvious that I was supposed to be happy about it, but that wasn't at all how I really felt. I got more attention when they were apart and felt more free to express myself without my Dad around, who had such strong opinions on things that I felt like I had to pretend to agree with him or else he'd disown me or something.
3) I grew up in various parts of the southern part of New Jersey. I've lived in Virginia since late 1998. I miss the places where I grew up although there are many things I hate about that place as well. I won't ever move back there, it's far too expensive of a place to live compared to where I live now. It's a strange place. There are lots of little towns along the shore that are like a continuous strip mall punctuated with housing developments. If you go further inland there is a huge forest called the Pine Barrens which is full of monsters like the Jersey Devil and the South Jersey equivalent of hillbilies called"Pineys". There are lots of retirement villages full of senior citizens who drive too slow and hate to pay taxes for local schools because their own grandkids live far, far away and therefore recieve no benefit from it. It's like a poor man's Florida. There are lots of hospitals and doctor's offices to take care of all those oldsters. People from New York (or North Jersey, which might as well be New York) and Pennsylvania come to the shore in huge numbers to rape and pillage every summer. The economy depends on them to a large extent but they are not loved by the locals who call them "Bennies" or "Shubies" which is local slang and doesn't have a good connotation. We hate it when people confuse us with people from North Jersey, it's almost insulting. We lack that obnoxious " Joisey" accent. We don't mind being associated with people from Philadelphia, they're on the same wavelength as us. Despite all this many families who live there were originally from the Northern part of the state, once you live there year round, you're pretty well accepted and it won't be long before the yearly hordes of invaders start to grate on your nerves as well. That is probably the glue that really holds us together -mutual loathing of tourists! I generally like the people here in Virginia, but they will always be a little alien to me in some ways. I always feel like an alien myself, but then again, I always did even when I was "home".
3) I don't listen to music as much as I used to. I have never been musically talented.I feel like I have music in my soul, but have no way to adequately express it. I can't dance, I can't sing. Despite this, I was in musicals in high school. I had to get off stage if there was a dance number, I managed to blend in okay in a chorus, but was too nervous to do a solo without it totally sucking. Music used to be pretty important to me, as a source of inspiration but it's faded in prominence as I've gotten older. I just don't have the time to keep up with it the way I'd like to, I need to move to another planet that has more than 24 hours in a day.
4) In my personal life I need a lot of stability to remain happy, however I like to see lots of change in the world around me. For example, you have no idea how happy I am that we have made so many changes to the way American money looks in the past decade or so. I was so bored with the old money when I was growing up - I hated it. I like to see the way cars evolve over time, getting more and more curvacious and aerodynamic. I like change in the visual aesthetics of things, and I like cultural changes like how society is generally becoming less sexist, racist and homophobic. I like the impact of computers on our culture - the fact that creative people can just create things and share them with people from all over the world without having to convince some rich bastard to financially back it so they can get a little richer off of it. Even though there is still much cruelty and injustice in the world I'm optimistic about the future. If you look at the last 500 or so years of human history the trend has been towards more tolerance and acceptance of one another, more freedom and individualism. As long as we can manage not to render the planet around us uninhabitable in the meantime (which is a very big if) then I think that generally speaking, things can only get better. Under the surface we are still savages, but if you look at the big picture we're getting better at managing our ugliest tendencies.
5) I worry far too much, mostly about money. I hate money and the things I have to do to get it. I envy animals even though their lives are brutal contests of survival and I'm not really one for either competition or brutality. At least their lives are HONEST. Most of the jobs I've had make me feel unclean in some way. I hate the politics and subtext of working for a company. I don't mind working hard, what I mind is the constant feeling that I'm making my money by helping a corporation screw over my fellow citizens, while I'm simulateously being screwed in some way by the company as well. I feel that I am a slave to the Allmighty Dollar, to the creature comforts I can buy with it, and the greedy indulgences it can provide. I hate the idea of arbitrarily assigning prices to different things. Everything has a $$ value, even things that we like to pretend are priceless, like human life and dignity. The whole thing does make me feel sick on some sort of a spiritual level but I honestly don't know what I can ever do about it aside from trying really hard NOT to think about it. I think I spend most of my time trying to distract myself from this sadness.
6) I worship truth and beauty. I do not believe in absolutes of either. In a way I see them as being practically the same thing. To me a truth can be totally symbolic, and in fact I get quite annoyed with people who insist on interpreting everything around them literally (although I do it too). This is a false distinction to me. Beauty intruiges me because there is no reason for much of it to exist. I mean I can understand the evolutionary logic behind finding someone attractive for the purposes of wanting to procreate, or finding something attractive/pleasureable so you'll want to eat it. If men and women didn't find each other attractive the human race would die out, if we didn't enjoy eating we'd starve to death, etc. If we didn't laugh and enjoy each other's company we'd never want to from social groups and would accomplish far less to aid in our mutual survival. But why would I ever look at a sunset or the stars at night and find them beautiful? What purpose does that serve- that feeling? That question fascinates me to no end. I like it because there is no good, definitive answer. It speaks of a great mystery and the world needs mystery.
7) For unusual personal reasons that would be very difficult to try and explain, I don't eat anything with tomato sauce on it, no traditional pizza, lasanga, etc. spaghetti. I do eat things with BBQ sauce, which I absolutely love, and I tolerate ketchup on hamburgers, but will eat it on nothing else. I don't like cheeese very much either, especially if it's melted. This makes me a very frustrating person to feed or eat out with. There is a whole universe of common foods I will likely never be able to knowingly experience without feeling like I need to puke. It's totally psychological. I'd have to be faced with starvation (there's practically nothing I WOULDN'T do to avoid my own death) or serious bribery to get over this. I wonder if hypnosis would work?
8) One of my biggest disapointments in life is the realization that nobody ever really grows up. Obviously, looking at my love of toys, you can imagine that to some extent I believe that one should hold onto your childhood, but what I'm talking about isn't the positive aspects of childhood - it's the stuff I remember the most which is the incredible capacity for cruelty and greed that children seem to have. I remember as a kid that I couldn't wait to grow up because it seemed to me that adults treated each other with more dignity and respect that children did. What I didn't realize then, and which breaks my heart now, is that IT NEVER GOES AWAY. There is only the illusion of kindness and respect, adults are just more practiced in hiding their hatred and disapproval. They've had it drilled into their heads that they need to learn how to pretend to get along with others, because telling people how you really feel about them isn't socially acceptable unless you're saying something nice. But below the surface all that nastiness is still there, in whispers, behind closed doors, and it bursts out into the open when adults don't get their way right away. At least children can be honest even though they may be cruel in their honesty, they often aren't aware that they are being cruel. Adults know EXACTLY what they are doing when they let the monster out - and they don't care. That's why they suck compared to children. I work in customer service, so I am exposed to the worst excesses of this sort of behavior on a daily basis.
9) I've never been a terribly confident person, as a result, there are many opportunities in my life I've missed out on, and potential talents that never got properly developed. As I get older, a lot of things I used to be afraid of no longer scare me or bother me as much as they once did. I guess this is a good thing, but it puzzles me. Is confidence merely not caring about something? Am I gaining confidence or becoming so jaded that I barely care about anything anymore? They make it seem like it's some sort of inner strength or something that can be cultivated, but to me it seems like it's not caring, which would be losing something, not gaining something. I guess you could not care about something because you feel so strong inside you realize it won't hurt you much if it doesn't go the way you want it to go? Maybe not caring about something can be a good thing if caring too much was holding you back? It's just sort of peculiar because confidence is not usually described as being a lack of caring, which is usually seen as something negative, but to me it seems to be the same thing. I guess what determines if its positive or negative is not whether you care about something or not, but WHAT you choose to care about and how that affects others and yourself.
10) I'm fascinated with all kinds of kooky paranormal things like cryptozoology, ufology, ghost hunting, etc. Like I said earlier, there isn't enough mystery in the world, so I am intruiged with anything mysterious and strange. The possibility that in some cases there might be anything truly fantastic in the real world is too exciting to ignore for me. If nothing else, the sorts of people who gravitate towards these things are interesting to study in and of themselves.
I wanna rock-n-roll
I wanna give my soul
I'm wanting to belielve
I'm not too old
Don't want to make it up
Don't want to let you down
I want to fly away
But i'm stuck on the ground
- Matthew Perryman Jones, Save You
I got absolutely zero writing done today, despite spending seven hours at the coffee shop. I did, however, get a lot of reading done. Sometimes there are days like this. Especially right after super productive days like yesterday was. I don't mind. I'll be back at it tomorrow. :) And we have a bye in soccer tonight, which means I get to relax at home with the hubs. Good day. Hope yours was too.
Musically Challenged: Save You - Matthew Perryman Jones
I bet there was a much easier way to do this, but I didn't know how! Oh well, it's done now :-)
Last Resort - Papa Roach
Have a great day everyone :-)
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Turn on the show for me tonight
I've got my heavy heart to hold me down
Once it falls apart my head's in the clouds
So I'm taking every chance I got
Like the man I know I'm not
~Turn Off The Lights, Panic! At The Disco
for Musically Challenged
Amy Jade Winehouse (14 September 1983 – 23 July 2011) was an English singer and songwriter. She was known for her deep, expressive contralto vocals and her eclectic mix of musical genres, including soul (sometimes labelled as blue-eyed soul and neo soul), rhythm and blues, and jazz. Winehouse's debut album, Frank (2003), was a critical success in the UK and was nominated for the Mercury Prize. Her follow-up album, Back to Black (2006), led to five 2008 Grammy Awards, tying the then record for the most wins by a female artist in a single night, and made her the first British woman to win five Grammys, including three of the General Field "Big Four" Grammy Awards: Best New Artist, Record of the Year and Song of the Year. Winehouse won three Ivor Novello Awards: in 2004, Best Contemporary Song for "Stronger Than Me"; in 2007, Best Contemporary Song again, this time for "Rehab"; and in 2008, Best Song Musically and Lyrically for "Love Is a Losing Game." She also won the 2007 Brit Award for Best British Female Artist, having been nominated for Best British Album, with Back to Black. Winehouse died of alcohol poisoning on 23 July 2011, aged 27. Her album Back to Black posthumously became, for a time, the UK's best-selling album of the 21st century.
365 - The 2010 Edition - January 25, 2010
So, I found this old tape on the side of the road, and not having anything better to do, I stuck it in the player, and it turned out to be the Violent Femmes... Some people get it - some don't. I guess whoever threw it out didn't get it - but I played it a few times, and it grew on me.. Especially this song, with the catchy opening acoustic guitar opening, and the happy feel of it.. It must have taken at least twenty minutes to write the lyrics, and the message isn't exactly one that leaves your heart longing, if you know what I mean.. So?
For the "Musically Challenged" group, with thanks to Jason for casting a wide enough net that I found something even "I" was familiar with!
when I'm walkin' I strut my stu-uff - man I'm so strung out..
I'm high as a kite - I just might - stop to check you out
Let me go on - like a blister in the sun
let me go on - big hands - I know you're the one
The Violent Femmes - Blister in the Sun
I've been looking for someone
But I don't know his name.
All the faces before me,
they all look the same.
Looking For Someone <------hauntingly beautiful song...DAMN!
For this weeks Musically Challenged
Two weeks in NOLA for the mardi gras 2017
Founded in 1993, the Krewe of Orpheus takes its name from the musically-inclined son of Zeus and Calliope. Founding members included Harry Connick, both the junior and senior.
In New Orleans, the krewe established themselves as a superkrewe with their first parade in 1994, which rolled with 700 riders. They were the first super Krewe to allow both male and female riders.
The Krewe's throws include a number of popular items including emblem beads, stuffed animals, signature beads, light-up Orpheus medallion beads, cups, three different types of doubloons, and 4-foot-long stuffed dragons.
They have a number of notable floats including the Dolly Trolley, the horse-drawn bus that was used in the opening of Hello Dolly with Barbra Streisand, the Smoking Mary which is a six unit float that looks like a steam locomotive, a Trojan horse and the Orpheus Leviathan Float, which is a three unit, 139-foot float, and the first Carnival float to use extensive fiber optic lighting.
Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductee Fats Domino wass the honorary grand marshall for 2014. His eldest son, Antoine Domino III, rode in the parade and perform his 85 year old father's music.
In addition to Fats Domino, Quentin Tarantino reigned as the krewe's celebrity monarch.
05.01.10
My tenor sax is my baby...well, between the flute, piano, and this, it's definitely my favorite. Makes me feel sexxxay hehe, like Lisa Simpson (sexy-nerdy?).
It was INCREDIBLY windy tonight. Just imagine: my sb600 remotely attached to a ball-head, attached to a flash stand, about 8ft in the air -- I had to take this shot, FAST! But I'm quite happy with the result :-) Playin' the blues, but don't worry, I'm not feelin' the blues!
Rubber Duckie~ by Ernie!
Rubber Duckie you're the one
You make bath time lots of fun
Rubber Duckie I'm awfully fond of you
Rubber Duckie joy of joys
When I squeeze you, you make noise
Rubber Duckie you're my very best friend it's true
I find a little fellow who's cute and yellow and chubby
Rub a dub dubby
Rubber Duckie you're so fine and I'm lucky that you're mine
Rubber Duckie I'd like a whole pond of you
Rubber Duckie I'm awfully fond of you
For Musically Challenged and
Bench Monday
When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Tears stream down on your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down on your face
And on your face I...
Tears stream down on your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down on your face
And on your face I...
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Many Roads / Records - Label launched by James Newman, Gladys Knight's son, to release gospel music.
Inscribed - "To: Clyde - / Musically Yours / Gladys Knight / 2002"
Gladys Maria Knight (born May 28, 1944) is an American singer and actress. Knight recorded hits through the 1960s, 1970s, and 1980s with her family group Gladys Knight & the Pips, which included her brother Merald "Bubba" Knight and cousins William Guest and Edward Patten. She has won seven Grammy Awards (four as a solo artist and three with the Pips), and is often referred to as the "Empress of Soul".
Knight has recorded two number-one Billboard Hot 100 singles ("Midnight Train to Georgia" and "That's What Friends Are For" which she did with Dionne Warwick, Elton John and Stevie Wonder), eleven number-one R&B singles and six number-one R&B albums. In 1989, Knight recorded the theme song for the James Bond film Licence to Kill.
Two of her songs ("I Heard It Through the Grapevine" and "Midnight Train to Georgia") were inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame for "historical, artistic and significant" value. She is an inductee into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Vocal Group Hall of Fame along with The Pips. Rolling Stone magazine ranked Knight among the 100 Greatest Singers of All Time (2010). She is also a recipient of the National Medal of Arts and Kennedy Center Honors.
LINK to a video - Midnight Train To Georgia (LIVE) - Gladys Knight & The Pips - www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhnRyQCeqXI
LINK to a video - I Heard It Through The Grapevine-Gladys Knight and the Pips - www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWvwP72FuVg
Everything will be fine
Everything in no time at all
Everything
Hold your own
And know your name
And go your own way
- Jason Mraz, Details in the Fabric
I guess there could be worse ruts to be stuck in. The glass door just calls to me.
Musically Challenged - Jason Mraz - Details in the Fabric
Monestir Cistercenc de Santes Creus ( Cataluna )
Claustre major
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The Bells
E.A. Poe, 1849
I
Hear the sledges with the bells-
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
II
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And an in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
III
Hear the loud alarum bells-
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor,
Now- now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows:
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-
Of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!
IV
Hear the tolling of the bells-
Iron Bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people- ah, the people-
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All Alone
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone-
They are neither man nor woman-
They are neither brute nor human-
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells-
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells-
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells:
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells-
Bells, bells, bells-
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
-THE END-
El claustre major, gòtic, va ser fet construir el 1313 per Jaume II, per substituir-ne un de més antic, d'estil romànic, del qual es conserva el templet hexagonal del lavatori. Cal destacar-ne la decoració dels capitells, que representen un ampli repertori d'iconografia medieval. Des del claustre podem pujar al dormitori, que és una gran sala amb arcs apuntats. Des d'aquí, es pot accedir a la Torre de les Hores i al cimbori.
La sala capitular és de planta quadrada, i allí és on podem trobar diferents tombes dels antics abats del monestir. Les voltes són sostingudes amb columnes.
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El claustro actual se debe a la mano del maestro inglés Reinard de Fonoll, a cuya obra dio continuidad Guillem de Seguer, quien probablemente ejecutase la tracería de los ventanales. Es de un refinado estilo gótico exultante en sus arcuaciones, en las estilizadas columnas, en las bóvedas de ojiva y en la exuberante ornamentación de los capiteles de gran riqueza iconográfica, con motivos vegetales, animales, figurativos y narrativos con escenas bíblicas. Contiene las tumbas murales de algunos nobles catalanes, y quedan restos de pinturas, una de ellas representando la Anunciación.
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Santes Creus is a Cistercian monastery in Catalunya, Spain. It was started in 1158 and is today considered one of the finest preserved monastic sites in Southern Europe.
[edit] History
The monastery was started in 1158 and was finished within 50 years. In its early period, the monastery was a center of intellectual and political activity and was comparable to the Poblet Monastery. Fortified in 1375 by Pedro IV, it played an important role in the creation of the Order of Montesa, a refuge for Aragonese Knights Templar after the abolition of their order.
The activities of the monastery continued largely uninterrupted until the Napoleonic invasion of Spain, which led to its eventual demise in 1835 at which time the monastery was sacked and burned. Shortly thereafter, several ex-monks erected it as a parish Church and worked slowly toward its restoration. It is today in the hands of the Generalitat de Catalunya.
ca.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monestir_de_Santes_Creus
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- Muse, Muscle Museum
**Explored**
Ok, show of hands, who else fights with seasonal depression/seasonal affective disorder? *raises hand* It hasn't been as bad since I started taking SAM-e at the advice of my friend Lori, but I still feel it lurking there, just beneath the surface. So instead of feeling depressed, I just feel...weird and unsettled. Just curious if anyone else deals with this every winter. It'd be nice to have someone to chat with who understands.
I took these shots right after an early evening nap. I had to get up ridiculously early this morning to drive up north for a hearing. And since we were supposed to have a massive winter storm, I had to leave myself an extra hour to make the drive. Of course we didn't get the kind of killer storm that was predicted, but I didn't know that until I was on the road. So I got to court way early and could have slept longer. Awesome. Anyway, I wanted a relatively easy shot today, so I dipped into the bag of goodies that Kel-Z sent me recently and decided to play with her sequins. Thanks Kelsey!
**Explored**
365 Days (self portraits): Day 253
Musically Challenged: Muse - Muscle Museum
**Explore 01-14-2009 Thank you everyone=)
Strobist: SB-600 bounced off back of guitar aimed @ 45 degree angle upwards, shot through on flash diffuser; SB-600 camera left, snooted, shot through on flash diffuser; 1/32 power; triggered with CLS.
Project 52 - Musically Inspired Week 2/52
I love Rock n' Roll
I saw him dancing there by the record machine
I knew he must have been about seventeen
The beat was going strong,
playing my favorite song
And I could tell it wouldn't be long
till he was with me, yeah, me
And I could tell it wouldn't be long
till he was with me, yeah, me, singin'
CHORUS:
I love rock 'n' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock 'n' roll
So come and take your time and dance with me
He smiled, so I got up and asked for his name
"That don't matter," he said,
"'cause it's all the same."
I said, "Can I take you home
where we can be alone?"
And next we were moving on
and he was with me, yeah, me
Next we were moving on
and he was with me, yeah, me, singin'
CHORUS
I said, "Can I take you home
where we can be alone?"
And next we were moving on
and he was with me, yeah, me, singin'