Bechamel in Marseille

Currently Playing Solo Para Fanaticos By Control Machete see related

Mood: streesed the fuck out

So, near my work there is a latin music store. I stopped by yesterday, trying to look for the new control machete cd. Blasted with ranchero music, I endured shelves and shevles of ranchero cds before I found the rock en espanol section, tucked away in the back. Not to mention the two Mexican store clerks eyeing me warily. Anyways, found the cds at an absolute horror of prices (ie expensive) so I left.

What was the point of this? That I love latin music, store clerks should not be so discriminating if an asian american girl walks into a latin music store, and that I love procrastinating before finals.

Comments on the  MTV European Music Awards:

I love how ALL of nominees are American artists.

DOWN WITH GLOBALIZATION!

GOOD CHARLOTTE IS NOT ROCK!

Franz Ferdinand, maybe not shortlist award worthy….but is pretty damn close!

(scones for 2 grams of fat….oooooo..)

Usher and Alicia Keys would produce the most fantasically beautiful musically talented child…

(negative on the scones, contains tofu and other fat free uncessaties)

Rap artists CANNOT speak Italian……

Currently Playing Cinema Verite By Dramarama see related

OH thank god, maybe now rock can be saved…..

ORLANDO, Florida The biggest rock band of the past decade has broken up.

After nearly 10 years together and more than 24 million albums sold, Creed have decided to put an end to their string of multiplatinum records and chart-topping singles. The choice was made months ago, when guitarist Mark Tremonti and singer Scott Stapp reconvened after a yearlong hiatus and ran into problems.

The trouble wasn’t that the collaborative couple Tremonti was responsible for the music, Stapp for the lyrics were clashing creatively. Personal issues, mostly between Stapp and the rest of Creed, caused an irreparable rift that ultimately led to the band’s demise.

The animosity apparently began to churn two years ago, while Creed were promoting 2001’s Weathered on a tour that Tremonti and drummer Scott Phillips described as long and grueling. For starters, to preserve his voice, Stapp sat out soundchecks, which had been where the bandmembers would goof around and playfully bounce new ideas off each other. So Tremonti was forced to germinate those ideas with Phillips and touring bassist Brett Hestla, who had replaced founding member Brian Marshall in 2000, and the collaboration got under Stapp’s skin.

The pinnacle of Creed’s problems took place in Chicago in December 2002. Whether Stapp was inebriated or simply sick, as he had claimed, his performance was so terrible that some members of the crowd sued the band for sucking. For a band proud of its reputation for exciting and passionate performances, such a show was inexcusable. Some fans even balked at Stapp’s heavy-handed Christ-like poses, which he claimed symbolized that he “had some things going on in [his] life,” “kind of felt alone” and “didn’t think anybody had [his] back at the time”

The last time he spoke to Stapp was in February, when the two were still trying to rekindle their creative fires for the follow-up to Weathered. When collaboration and reconciliation proved futile, Tremonti introduced the idea of a world without Creed.

Stapp is working on a solo album with hip-hop producer 7 Aurelius, according to a Wind-Up Records spokesperson. Before that is released, however, he’ll contribute a track to an album inspired by the film “The Passion of the Christ,” which the label will release August 31

I broke into your house last night
And left a note at your bedside
I’m far too shy to speak to you at school
You leave me numb and I’m not sure why

I find it easier to sit and stare
Than push my limbs out towards you right there
My heart is bursting in your perfect eyes
As blue as oceans and as pure as skies

I struggle for the words and then give up
My heads up with the birds on the t-hut
A little piece of mind that I know better
That the plain disgrace of all my letters

After that the floodgates opened up
And I fell in love with everyone I saw
Please take your time I’m not in any rush
And it’s in everything I ever write

It’s not as if I need the extra weight
Confused enough by life so thanks a lot
Lonely written words for company
Just raise the roof this once and follow me

Snow Patrol-Spitting Games

Currently Playing A Crow Left of the Murder By Incubus 8-Southern Girl see related

I know I never post lyrics….but I’ve been playing this song non-stop, and its so perfect on describing me

“Southern Girl”

Is everything a baited hook?
And are there locks on all doors?
If you’re looking for an open book
Look no further, I am yours

We’ll behave like animals
Swing from tree to tree
We can do anything
That turns you up and sets you free

You’re an exception to the rule
You’re a bonafid rarity
You’re all I ever wanted
Southern girl
Could you want me?

So come outside and walk with me
We’ll try each other on to see if we fit
And with our roots, become a tree
To shade what we make, under it

We’ll behave like animals
Swing from tree to tree
We can do anything
That turns you up and sets you free

You’re an exception to the rule
You’re a bonafide rarity
You’re all I ever wanted
Southern girl
Could you want me?