<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156150492722789099</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:01:42.188-08:00</updated><category term='rules'/><category term='November 2007'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='the beginning of a beautiful friendship'/><title type='text'>lib resurrect</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>i i eee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oeBox0CrktU/SHYx-ZsHsZI/AAAAAAAABaY/McYEtXOetRE/s1600-R/bjork_big.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156150492722789099.post-2037669669222964666</id><published>2009-02-18T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:36:12.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say hi to your mother for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dqpadaV7cDU/SZxkexuB7mI/AAAAAAAABQM/FsyIQlb2Aro/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304224941040856674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dqpadaV7cDU/SZxkexuB7mI/AAAAAAAABQM/FsyIQlb2Aro/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laaaaadies! I hope you all enjoy my Valentine's offering to you. I was going to do a mix of all sex songs for the holiday, but I was afraid someone might get offended. Plus I just couldn't find enough songs. So instead, I present "Forget boys, my heart belongs to music."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Closer," by Kings of Leon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I love more than vampires? A sexy boy singing about vampires. It's a no-brainer. "Open up your eyes. You keep on crying, baby, I'll bleed you dry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Explode," by Uh Huh Her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sensual song, though it may be about a prostitute. Oh, well. It's hot and I love to sing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love Lockdown," by Kanye W&lt;/em&gt;est&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually not crazy about distorted music/singing, but it's impossible not to like this song. And there's no swearing! It's hip-hop lite! :) "I'm in love with you, but the vibe was wrong and that haunted me all the way home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Blood Bank," by Bon Iver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, obviously, I love Bon Iver. And you should, too. While I can't say I've bonded with all of his newest CD, this one makes me so happy. "I'm in love with your honor. I'm in love with your cheeks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hologram," by Katie Herzig&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop song about playing hard to get. It's fun! Sing! Dance! "But, oh, if you don't want me, though, I'll only want you more. I fall in love with hard to get."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Academia," by Sia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explains a relationship through her strengths, literature/words, and his strengths, math. Beautiful song with great lyrics. "I'm a binary code that you cracked long ago, but to you I'm just a novel that you wish you never wrote."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"On Your Birthday," by Jim Boggia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finds a photograph of the one who got away, and it sparks all these memories. Pretty song, and the vocals remind me of Eagle-Eye Cherry. Stay tuned for the last 4 seconds--there's a surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lost Coastlines," by Okkervil River&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could listen to this song over and over again. I'm not a music critic. I know what I like and what I don't. This one never fails to suck me in. It's just gorgeous. And when he starts to sing "OOOOooooOOOOhhhh!" it reminds me of Peter Pan crowing. "Cause who said sailing is fine? leaving behind all the faces that I might replace if I tried on that long ride, looking deep inside but I don't want to look so deep inside yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Violet Stars Happy Hunting," by Janelle Monae&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... I don't know how to explain this one. Someone said it's the singer's alien-cyborg alter ego. Just ... Give it a chance, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Leader," by Phantom Planet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina already used "Do the Panic," which is another favorite off "Raise the Dead." So I present with this little ditty (what?). Its fun, poppy exterior belies darker meaning in its lyrics, but I still love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You, Me, &amp;amp; The Bourgeoisie," by The Submarines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll likely recognize this one from a commercial. "Everyday I wake up, I choose love, I choose light and I try, it's too easy just to fall apart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A&amp;amp;E," by Goldfrapp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of a sad song, really, which I take to be about someone OD'ing as a possible means to get their loved one's attention. But the singing and the melody just remind of another place and time, and I think that's really why I put it on the mix. "I was feeling lonely feeling blue, feeling like I needed you and I hoped you'd call. I hoped you'd see me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As Tall As Cliffs," by Margot and the Nuclear So &amp;amp; So's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one of their songs tells a story. I'm really enamored with artists who can do that. "I tell tales tall as cliffs. You've got a lisp. Kid, those things are hard to miss." Just missing the cut for the CD was their song "A Children's Crusade on Acid." Love that one too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Evil Urges," by My Morning Jacket&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, mama. So hot. Want to touch. Basically, it's about sex. I would've definitely put this on an all-sex-songs CD, along with their "Touch Me I'm Going To Scream." Delish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156150492722789099-2037669669222964666?l=libresurrect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/feeds/2037669669222964666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156150492722789099&amp;postID=2037669669222964666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/2037669669222964666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/2037669669222964666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/2009/02/say-hi-to-your-mother-for-me.html' title='Say hi to your mother for me'/><author><name>April</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5625/1740/1600/lib2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dqpadaV7cDU/SZxkexuB7mI/AAAAAAAABQM/FsyIQlb2Aro/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156150492722789099.post-971710739075434265</id><published>2008-11-27T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T02:07:00.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Like...</title><content type='html'>You mean it&lt;br /&gt;You want it&lt;br /&gt;It's 1987&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...like there's no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to make a mix of songs that have me dancing lately, so that's what I did.  Due to a burning issue, some of the discs might have a few songs in a different order, so double check before committing it to memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I like about this mix is that there are a few genres represented, but all of them make me dance.  That's right, I shake it... do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tracklist Yo:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While We Go Dancing  - The White Rabbits&lt;br /&gt;Rock on you indie slammers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the Love - Cut Copy&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you can create a modern dance mix and not have Cut Copy represented.  I dithered between this and Lights and Music, but ultimately went with Feel the Love because it's just a little more joyful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Want the Candy - The Raveonettes&lt;br /&gt;Fuzzed-out amp dreamy dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1 - Goldfrapp&lt;br /&gt;I can't miss the current queen of the dance club.  Something about this song says, "Tie me up in German togs and lets slink the night away." No?  Only me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Keeps Me Alive (Skateboard Remix) Sally Shapiro&lt;br /&gt;Probably the most traditional club song on the mix.  Feel free to skip, but I think it's kind of sweet.  And desperate.  And a little co-dependent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human - The Killers&lt;br /&gt; Look, I don't CARE that he's wearing a pheasant feather military jacket like he's some kind of maniacal bird general--it's Brandon Freaking Flowers.  Seriously, I'm on my knees, are we dancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever - Chris Brown&lt;br /&gt;That's right, Chris Brown, deal with it.  This song makes me dance every single time I hear it.  I twitch.  I attempt popping (not good.)  I swallow my pride and admit that teenage America knew what it was doing when they decided to make Chris the next awesome.  For-Evah.  Ev. Ev. Ev.&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop writing this blog for a minute and dance to this track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on a Dream - Empire of the Sun&lt;br /&gt;Let's all concede that we're all going to make a mix at some point that includes a song that Rachel made us listen to first.  I actually have a dance remix of this song but I like the single more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance With You  - Black Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bite my moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do The Panic - Phantom Planet&lt;br /&gt;Groovy, shiver-y dance fantastic.  How do you do The Panic?  Does it look a little like the African anteater dance? I thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sour Cherry - The Kills&lt;br /&gt; I'm pretty sure that the Sour Cherry is even more jerky than The Panic.  There was a point a few months ago when I couldn't stop listening to this song.  It was a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always Where I Need to Be - The Kooks&lt;br /&gt;A little more rock-slam diversion music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Dance to Joy Division - The Wombats&lt;br /&gt;It kind of makes me sad that the kids dancing to this song won't even really know who Joy Division was.  Well, I love Joy Division, and that makes me love this song.  I dig the beat, I really do.  Also, the Brit accent kills me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuzzy Blue Lights - Owl City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song says only one thing to me: couple skate!  Couple skate, please!  Only couples! Can't you imagine sitting on the bench seething with resentment while the popular kids skated by under the buzzing and blurring lights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts? Opinions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156150492722789099-971710739075434265?l=libresurrect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/feeds/971710739075434265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156150492722789099&amp;postID=971710739075434265' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/971710739075434265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/971710739075434265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/2008/11/dance-like.html' title='Dance Like...'/><author><name>Azúcar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KtyhnHeW4h4/SvecLQtZRKI/AAAAAAAABcU/l51JwJOtqIA/S220/utmodernavatar-avatar2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156150492722789099.post-874083858656853182</id><published>2008-10-07T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:57:39.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><title type='text'>Offend the Legalities</title><content type='html'>Dear Members of the Resurrect,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come to my attention that rules are made to be broken. There should be no limits. Taking a turn is so overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to what your heart tells you. Obey, rinse, and repeat. Send out the shares of your music library whenever and however you want. This is a time for freshness of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Sonic Servant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libby Resurrect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156150492722789099-874083858656853182?l=libresurrect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/feeds/874083858656853182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156150492722789099&amp;postID=874083858656853182' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/874083858656853182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/874083858656853182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/2008/10/offend-legalities.html' title='Offend the Legalities'/><author><name>i i eee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oeBox0CrktU/SHYx-ZsHsZI/AAAAAAAABaY/McYEtXOetRE/s1600-R/bjork_big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156150492722789099.post-5715268278714055365</id><published>2008-06-30T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:46:45.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I'm retarded</title><content type='html'>Because I was looking at Pet's mix today, which caused me to remember that June was MY month to send out a mix.  Guess what!  Today is the last day of June!  I haven't sent out a mix yet.  I haven't even gotten one together.  But I'll tell you this much: it's going to be very poppy and very fun.  It'll be for your Summer enjoyment!  I promise.  What I won't promise is that it'll be full of indie goodness because I'm feeling very popular lately.  I can't wait to see what I pick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise.  It'll be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156150492722789099-5715268278714055365?l=libresurrect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/feeds/5715268278714055365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156150492722789099&amp;postID=5715268278714055365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/5715268278714055365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/5715268278714055365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-why-im-retarded.html' title='This is why I&apos;m retarded'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08981012267978132075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156150492722789099.post-160140437680919371</id><published>2008-05-26T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T09:55:47.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Summer Wastin</title><content type='html'>"I spent the summer wasting&lt;br /&gt;The time was passed so easily&lt;br /&gt;But if the summers wasted&lt;br /&gt;How come that I could feel so free&lt;br /&gt;Seven weeks of reading papers&lt;br /&gt;Seven weeks of river walkways&lt;br /&gt;Seven weeks of feeling guilty&lt;br /&gt;Seven weeks of staying up all night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This CD is named after a song not even on the mix. I'm a rebel, girls, a mix cd making rebel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just wanted a peppy summer weather mix, and for it to include all of the songs I listen to right as it starts getting warm again. Thus, most of these are older tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  T-Shirt Weather             Lucksmiths&lt;br /&gt;2.  California                              Luna&lt;br /&gt;3.  Mushaboom                       Feist&lt;br /&gt;4.  Woody                                   Hayden&lt;br /&gt;5.  Littlest Birds                   Be Good Tanyas&lt;br /&gt;6.  Hymn for Cigarettes     Hefner&lt;br /&gt;7.  Start of Something         Voxtrot&lt;br /&gt;8.  Luckiest Guy...                Magnetic Fields&lt;br /&gt;9.  Eighties Fan                    Camera Obscura&lt;br /&gt;10.Here It Goes Again      Ok Go&lt;br /&gt;11.I Turn My Camera        Spoon&lt;br /&gt;12.Judy &amp;amp; Dream of...        Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156150492722789099-160140437680919371?l=libresurrect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/feeds/160140437680919371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156150492722789099&amp;postID=160140437680919371' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/160140437680919371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/160140437680919371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-wastin.html' title='A Summer Wastin'/><author><name>petullant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17155971334416732099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156150492722789099.post-1916433066750082978</id><published>2008-04-01T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:30:23.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>with all your lies you're still very lovable</title><content type='html'>1.  +In a Dress (Mary’s Misinterpretation of Dylan) by Number 1, I Love You  -  Wait for it…wait for it…&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;…there you go.  I love this song.  Sounds like a bunch of friends sitting on a back porch strumming away on a hot summer night.  Found this gem on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cdbaby&lt;/span&gt;.com.  The whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ep&lt;/span&gt; is amazing!  Favorite Line:  Like a kiss worn on her cheek the rest of the week she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Midnight Vignette by Evangelicals  -  Boy, does that RC Cola know her music!  She recommended this group on her blog and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;skanked&lt;/span&gt; them off of her.  Kinda has a British vibe to it…  Favorite Line:  So in the dark you told me you are the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  +For Emma by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; Iver  -  He’s my lover.  Not really, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t mind it.  Real name is Justin Vernon.  He’s from Wisconsin.  Fake name (misspelled on purpose) means “Good Winter” in French.  If I could’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; I would’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; just copied his whole album and passed it on to all of you.  The way this song sounds is the way I want my next relationship to be like – hauntingly beautiful.  P.S.  Did I mention I’m seeing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; Iver April 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;?  Me-double-ow!  Favorite Line:  Running home, running home, running home, running home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  +Cast a Hook in Me by Laura &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Veirs&lt;/span&gt;  -  No mix of mine would be complete without a song from Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Veirs&lt;/span&gt;.  I like that she sings about the sea and nature.  Favorite Line:  Like a falling leaf who keeps her green I’m turning bright in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  *Rich Girls by The Virgins  -  Sweet, sweet disco sounds.  This song makes me want to get up and shake what my mama gave me (which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t much).  And I like boys singing falsetto.  Favorite Line:  You’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; got a lovely way with words.  Must be the way you see the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  *When Your Mind’s Made Up by Glen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hansard&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Marketa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Irglova&lt;/span&gt;  -  From the movie “Once.”  I like the rawness of the music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  You’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; Got Yr. Cherry Bomb by Spoon  -  I *heart* Spoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Be Good or Be Gone by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Fionn&lt;/span&gt; Regan  -  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Fionn&lt;/span&gt; has a sweet sadness to his voice.  I sing the chorus to Stella when she’s naughty.  Yeah, I’m the crazy cat lady.  Favorite Line:  I read to you on Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Seward Park by Grand Hallway  -  Another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;cdbaby&lt;/span&gt; find.  I’m a big fan of piano (hence the Ben Folds obsession).  It was a toss up between this song and their “Darling, Wife” song.  Good album.  Favorite Line:  I know you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; got scars.  The deep ones.  The kind that refuses to fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Piano Song by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Meiko&lt;/span&gt;  -  Again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;cdbaby&lt;/span&gt;.  She’s a waitress in New York.  Her entire album is nice.  Kinda Norah Jones-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.  I love her hidden song about a hot dog with the line – “You and onions make me cry.”  Ha!  Favorite Line:  I try so hard not to show this side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  The Girl You Lost to Cocaine by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Sia&lt;/span&gt;  -  Her latest album is awesome, although I loved her singing with Zero 7 also.  This song has a catchy chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Paper Aeroplane by Angus &amp;amp; Julia Stone  -  Favorite Line:  I spilled the ink across the land trying to spell your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  *The Devil Never Sleeps by Iron &amp;amp; Wine  -  Again – good piano.  I like the layered lyrics and back ground lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  Wait by Ben &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Kweller&lt;/span&gt;  -  Actually a Beatles song, but of course you already knew that!  I love, love, love Ben &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Kweller&lt;/span&gt;.  He always sounds so effortless when he sings.  I also like that he stays true to the song…&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t make it into something unrecognizable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  Lake Shore Drive by The Innocence Mission  -  Another beautifully sad song.  Makes me think of driving by Lake Superior on a sad sunny Sunday afternoon.  Favorite Line:  I tell myself now things I would have told to you, the smallest plan, the greatest news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  California Stars by Billy Bragg &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Wilco&lt;/span&gt;  -  I can’t not have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Wilco&lt;/span&gt; song on this mix.  You will all love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Wilco&lt;/span&gt; by the time I and April are done with you.  You will or else!  These lyrics are by Woody Guthrie, but put to music by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Wilco&lt;/span&gt;.  This song gives me goose bumps.  Favorite Line:  I’d love to feel your hand touching mine and tell me why I must keep working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*indicates pg-13 type swears.  watch out for the kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;+indicates that I highly recommend the entire album&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156150492722789099-1916433066750082978?l=libresurrect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/feeds/1916433066750082978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156150492722789099&amp;postID=1916433066750082978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/1916433066750082978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/1916433066750082978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/2008/04/with-all-your-lies-youre-still-very.html' title='with all your lies you&apos;re still very lovable'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12286587460435654582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faht0oan6a0/ShM9M_FeV3I/AAAAAAAABJA/FUzaI5brUcU/S220/myface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156150492722789099.post-1629894832988357318</id><published>2008-03-21T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:38:21.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel to Be Kind/Kind to Be Cruel</title><content type='html'>Hello and welcome to my March offering, “Cruel to Be Kind/Kind to Be Cruel.” Sorry for the delay. And sorry the bookmarks turned out to be so flipping cheap. They looked to be of much higher quality in the packaging…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the idea behind this mix was to choose songs that were just plain cruel or where it probably would have been better if somebody had been cruel so the other person could just move on already (thus, “Kind to be cruel”). A little note on the French songs, I’m providing a rough translation, but this artsy stuff doesn’t lend itself well to translation, especially in English, and especially by somebody like me. So all you francophones can just fermer vos boîtes à camembert !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I give you “Cruel to Be Kind/Kind to Be Cruel.” I hope you enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elle m’a dit  &lt;/span&gt;   (Cali)&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t know Cali, you’re missing out. He’s the king of being kicked in the gut. I first listened to his debut album L’amour parfait while riding the train from London to Coventry. I still remember thinking, “Man, this guy’s been jerked around!” “Elle m’a dit” comes first, in spite of it being in a language that I think only three or four of us actually speak, because it is by far THE cruelest song in the mix (although “C’est toujours le matin” gives it a run for its money, I think). Here’s the translation for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je crois que je ne t'aime plus    I don't think I love you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Elle m'a dit ça hier,    She told me yesterday&lt;br /&gt;ça a claqué dans l'air    It clapped in the air&lt;br /&gt;comme un coup de revolver    Like a gunshot&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Je crois que je ne t'aime plus    I don't think I love you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Elle a jeté ça hier,    She threw out there last night&lt;br /&gt;entre le fromage et le dessert    between the cheese and the dessert&lt;br /&gt;comme mon cadavre à la mer    like my corpse into the sea&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Je crois que je ne t'aime plus    I don't think I love you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Ta peau est du papier de verre    Your skin is sandpaper&lt;br /&gt;sous mes doigts ... sous mes doigts    Under my fingers… Under my fingers&lt;br /&gt;Je te regarde et je pleure    I look at you and cry&lt;br /&gt;juste pour rien ... comme ça    for no reason… like that&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Sans raison je pleure,    For no reason I cry&lt;br /&gt;à gros bouillons je pleure,    In huge sobs I cry&lt;br /&gt;comme devant un oignon je pleure,    as if I were cutting an onion I cry&lt;br /&gt;arretons là lalala lalalalalala    let's stop here&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Chorus   &lt;br /&gt;Elle m'a dit lalala lalalalalala    She told me&lt;br /&gt;Elle m'a dit    She told me&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Je crois que je ne t'aime plus    I don't think I love you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Relève toi, relève toi    Get back up, get back up&lt;br /&gt;Ne te mouche pas dans ma robe,    Don't blow your nose in my skirt&lt;br /&gt;pas cette fois ... relève toi    not this time, get back up&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Tu n'as plus d'odeur,    I can't smell you anymore&lt;br /&gt;tes lèvres sont le marbre    Your lips are the marble&lt;br /&gt;de la tombe de notre amour,    of our love's tomb&lt;br /&gt;elle m'a dit ça son sang était froid    she told me, her blood was cold&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Quand je fais l'amour avec toi    When I make love to you&lt;br /&gt;je pense à lui    I think of him&lt;br /&gt;Quand je fais l'amour avec lui    When I make love to him&lt;br /&gt;je ne pense plus à toi lalala lalalalalala    I don't think of you anymore&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Chorus   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Je crois que je ne t'aime plus    I don't think I love you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Elle m'a dit ça hier,    She told me yesterday&lt;br /&gt;ça a pété dans l'air    it ripped in the air&lt;br /&gt;comme un vieux coup de tonnerre    Like a thunderbolt&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Je crois que je ne t'aime plus    I don't think I love you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Je te regarde et je ne vois rien    I look at you and see nothing&lt;br /&gt;Tes pas ne laissent plus de traces    Your steps don't leave a trace&lt;br /&gt;à coté des miens    next to mine anymore&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Je ne t'en veux pas,    I don't blame you&lt;br /&gt;je ne t'en veux plus,    I don't blame you anymore&lt;br /&gt;je n'ai juste plus d'incendie    I just don't feel the fire&lt;br /&gt;au fond du ventre c'est comme ça    Deep down. It's like that.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Chorus   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Alors j'ai éteint la télé    So I turned off the TV&lt;br /&gt;mais je n'ai pas trouvé le courage,    But I haven't found the courage&lt;br /&gt;par la fenêtre de me jeter :    To throw myself out the window&lt;br /&gt;Mourir d'amour n'est plus de mon âge    I'm too old now to kill myself for love&lt;br /&gt;lalala lalalalalala   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When Did Your Heart Go Missing&lt;/span&gt; (Rooney)&lt;br /&gt;April beat me to the punch! It’s still good, though. This one is, perhaps, a little looser on the theme for this mix, but it still seems cruel to me. I mean, “When did your heart go missing?” Ouch. And why would the object of his affection turn so cold? Maybe it would have been kinder for her to just dump him and have it over with rather than giving him the cold shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Re-offender&lt;/span&gt; (Travis)&lt;br /&gt;“You say you love me, then you do it again.” Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Criminal&lt;/span&gt; (Fiona Apple)&lt;br /&gt;An oldie but a goody. And very fun to sing along to in the car. Go ahead—try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This Is the Last Time&lt;/span&gt; (Keane)&lt;br /&gt;Not quite sure who’s being cruel in this one: all I know is Keane’s done taking the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suedehead &lt;/span&gt;   (Morrissey)&lt;br /&gt;“Why do you come here when you  know it makes things hard for me?” I’ve loved this song from the first time I laid ears on it. I think we’ve all had that person it hurts us to be around, but we still keep coming back for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As You Are&lt;/span&gt; (Travis)&lt;br /&gt;Ok, he’s asking for the cruelty in this one. “It’s ok to lead me on. I must admit it’s not much fun to be led on by such a one as you are.” Travis, like Cali, is somebody who’s been kicked in the crotch a time or two. And I love them for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Million Ways&lt;/span&gt; (OK GO)&lt;br /&gt;Hi. This is me being literal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C’est toujours le matin&lt;/span&gt; (Cali)&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! This is one of my all time favorite songs. I have seriously played it at least five times in a row before. This song is kind of in the same vein as “Suedehead.” He’s in this position where he’s in complete and utter pain, but he doesn’t do anything about it. I’m not quite sure if the object of his affection is aware that he knows that she’s being unfaithful, but I think she probably is and that she enjoys torturing him the way she does. Here’s the translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;C'est toujours le matin toujours    It's always in the morning, always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tu me reviens le sourire invincible    you come back to me, your smile invincible&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;C'est toujours le matin toujours    It's always in the morning, always&lt;br /&gt;Comme un coup de poing    Like a punch in the face&lt;br /&gt;Ton sourire est terrible    Your smile is terrible&lt;br /&gt;Moi je suis enroulé sur moi même    I'm curled up on myself&lt;br /&gt;J'ai mal au bide    I'm sick to my stomach&lt;br /&gt;Enroulé comme un tube de dentifrice vide    Curled up like an empty tube of toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Oui je t'ai attendu toute la nuit    Yes, I waited for you all night&lt;br /&gt;Comme un chien stupide    Like a stupid dog&lt;br /&gt;Oui je t'ai attendu attendu    Yes, I waited for you, waited.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Ne souris pas ne souris pas    Don't smile, don't smile&lt;br /&gt;Ne me dis pas cette fois    Don't tell me this time&lt;br /&gt;Qu'il t'a aimé comme trois    That he loved you like three&lt;br /&gt;Epargne moi épargne moi    Spare me, spare me&lt;br /&gt;Ne me tue pas cete fois    Don't kill me this time&lt;br /&gt;Ne me dis pas qu'il t'a fait tout ça    Don't tell me that he did all that to you&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Et mes yeux qui t'ont aimé toujours    And my eyes, who have always loved you&lt;br /&gt;Viennent encore demander    Come again to ask&lt;br /&gt;Quelques miettes de tendresse    For a sliver of kindness&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Mêmes si tes habits puent l'amour    Even if your clothes stink of love&lt;br /&gt;Même si ton corps est tapissé    Even if your body is covered&lt;br /&gt;De toutes ses caresses    In his caresses&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Je te suis jusqu'à la salle de bains    I follow you to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Tu ne me regardes pas    You don't look at me&lt;br /&gt;Ton coeur brule désormais entre ses mains    Your heart is on fire in his hands&lt;br /&gt;Le mien vole en éclats    Mine flies into pieces&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;J'imagine ses gros doigts    I imagine his big fingers&lt;br /&gt;Qui défilent sur toi    Marching up and down you&lt;br /&gt;Comme un armée de soldats    Like an army of soldiers&lt;br /&gt;Qui tendrait le bras droit    **I’m gonna be honest, I have no idea how to deal with this**&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;C'est toujours pas très loin    It's never far away&lt;br /&gt;qu'il étend le moteur    That he turns off the motor&lt;br /&gt;Qu'il étreint tes levres    That he kisses your lips&lt;br /&gt;et qu'il s'installe dans ton corps    And settles into your heart&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;C'est toujours le matin    It's always in the morning&lt;br /&gt;toujours à la même heure    Always at the same time&lt;br /&gt;Je m'habille de ténèbres    I'm clothed in shadow&lt;br /&gt;Tu éclabousses de bonheur    You jump for joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Cali has a hot brooding voice and an über-sexy accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If You Leave&lt;/span&gt; (OMD)&lt;br /&gt;Another oldie but goodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off&lt;/span&gt; (Panic! at the Disco)&lt;br /&gt;If you’re dropping the F-bomb you know it’s serious. This is another one that I’ve listened to a couple of times in a row. I like to think of it as giving the bird via song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will Never Marry &lt;/span&gt;   (Morrissey)&lt;br /&gt;Along with Elle m’a dit, I think this song is the epitome of the Cruel to Be Kind/Kind to Be Cruel theme. “I’m writing this to say in a gentle way ‘Thank you, but no.’” No messing around. No games. Just, No. The recipient can now move on with his or her life. And isn’t that all we really want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing Better&lt;/span&gt; (The Postal Service)&lt;br /&gt;Awww this one’s sad. The poor singer has these deluded notions about his relationship and his girl quite handily puts him in his place. It’s for the best, really…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whodunnit &lt;/span&gt;    (The Reindeer Section)&lt;br /&gt;I’m not gonna lie, I want to have hot, sweaty monkey sex with this guy. I’ve never even seen what he looks like, but if I could have a physical relationship with a voice, it would be with this guy. Ohhhhh baby, his accent!!! It sends me into convulsions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl Afraid&lt;/span&gt; (The Smiths)&lt;br /&gt;Here’s an instance where somebody, ANYBODY, should be doing some talking. Both of them sitting there, wondering what the other one thinks. Somebody just say something, please, so you can move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luv&lt;/span&gt; (Travis)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to go out on a low note. I was thinking this was the song with a hidden track on it, and I didn’t want you to be sitting there waiting for the next song. Favorite line: “In letting you go, it only goes to show me that I’m still in love with you.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156150492722789099-1629894832988357318?l=libresurrect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/feeds/1629894832988357318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156150492722789099&amp;postID=1629894832988357318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/1629894832988357318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/1629894832988357318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/2008/03/cruel-to-be-kindkind-to-be-cruel.html' title='Cruel to Be Kind/Kind to Be Cruel'/><author><name>TOWR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DG1fNEhssY/SqbhgmShEfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/GNaoJdk4ul0/S220/Milhouse.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156150492722789099.post-4764334009597514716</id><published>2008-02-03T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T11:35:37.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February, you're my little valentine!</title><content type='html'>So, ladies, I sent out the February mix Friday (priority mail, cuz I loves you).  Because I probably won't get a chance to blog the tracklist until long after you get the CDs, I'll post it now.  Hope you find some keepers on here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love: the good, the bad, and the ugly" is the theme for this mix, which is comprised, as you've no doubt figured out, of love songs that encompass many forms of love, loosely broken into the three categories--good, bad, and ugly.  The first three songs are in that specific order just as a general example of the categories, and the rest may be obvious or more difficult to pin down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;The Ritz&lt;/em&gt; ~Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gets the mix off to a rocking start, surrounding the chorus' "A kiss near the fountain at The Ritz--oh, yes, it was beautiful" with crazy lines like "Dancing drag queens, dentists teeth, homos, missing numbers, scrapes on my knees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Civil Twilight&lt;/em&gt; ~The Weakerthans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this song on repeat for like a month straight.  I love this story of a bus driver whose route constantly takes him past the house he used to share with his lover, and even more I love the tricks he uses to keep his mind preoccupied: "... or recite the names of provinces and Hollywood actors.  Oh, Ontario, oh, Jennifer Jason Leigh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;15&lt;/em&gt; ~Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was originally going to use &lt;em&gt;Breaking Up&lt;/em&gt;, but that wiley Heather beat me to it.  Instead, I chose 15 to illustrate a very, very bad kind of love.  The statutory kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Jesus, etc.&lt;/em&gt; ~Wilco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Jeff Tweedy.  Allow me to drool at your feet.  There's a lot of speculation about this song being a reference to one person trying to help another person through a drug addiction; others think it's a religious song or social commentary, but that's not what it means to me.  I like to imagine a delicious Tweedy-like man trying to help a girl through her problems, trying to take her mind off the pain, all the while subtly revealing the depths of his feelings for her.  But the song is open to interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;I Don't Care What You Call Me&lt;/em&gt; ~David Ford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this song on my myspace page for quite a while.  Gorgeous song about the end of a relationship and how he's been berated for so long that he doesn't even offer rebuttal.  And possibly he's actually done something so awful that he can't offer an excuse.  "And tear me on down.  I am unforgivable.  So why don't you just tell me what you really think of me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;Superstar&lt;/em&gt; ~Sonic Youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicious male version of the song everyone remembers Chris Farley and David Spade singing in &lt;em&gt;Tommy Boy.&lt;/em&gt;  "Don't you remember you told me you love me, baby?  Said you'd be coming back this way again, baby."  Sweetly delusional.  You've been used, sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;Foundations&lt;/em&gt; ~Kate Nash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, who hasn't seen this couple?  They're sick of each other, but for some reason they stay in a relationship and make everyone around them uncomfortable.  They snipe at each other for some sick thrill.  They should let go, but they can't.  "Yes, it was childish, and you got aggressive.  And I must admit that I was a bit scared, but it gives me thrills to wind you up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;The Good Life&lt;/em&gt; ~Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking, Kanye doesn't do love songs.  Oh, but you're so wrong.  He's totally in love with himself, and almost every song is an homage to himself.  I'd bet money that you'll all be singing "And now my grandmama ain't the only girl calling me baby!" in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;em&gt;Die Alone&lt;/em&gt; ~Ingrid Michaelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she's the new "it" girl right now and you've probably all bought her album already, but I really liked this song.  It's a good follow-up to Kanye's self-absorbed song.  She sings, "I never thought I could love anyone but myself, now I know I can't love anyone but you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;Scar That Never Heals&lt;/em&gt; ~Jeremy Fisher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura, don't let Ben use this for your wedding song.  Though it does reference guns and it's an upbeat tempo, I've put this song in the ugly category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;em&gt;Railroad&lt;/em&gt; ~The Zutons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so pretty.  The man is laboring in a foreign country because it's the only place he can find work, but he carries her picture with him and writes her lots of letters.  "I've saved every penny, my girl.  I hope that you have waited out there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Unmistakably Love ~Stephanie's Id&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty little love song.  Also, she's from Asheville, N.C.  Ever hear of it?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;em&gt;Diamond Heart&lt;/em&gt; ~Marissa Nadler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this song is hauntingly beautiful, I'd have to also put it in the ugly category.  "I had a man in every town, and I thought of you each time I tore off my gown."  If you dig her sound, you may also want to check out her song &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=35821500"&gt;The Lonesome Death of Sylvia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;em&gt;Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet&lt;/em&gt; ~Dire Straits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have put this on a couple of other mixes, so sorry if you're sick of it.  I just really like this song with its classic theme of wrong timing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;em&gt;Take Me to the Riot&lt;/em&gt; ~Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never has ugly sounded so beautiful.  "Saturday nights in neon lights, Sunday in the cell.  Pills enough to make me feel ill, cash enough to make me well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;em&gt;It's Not You, It's Me&lt;/em&gt; ~Coconut Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aka, the delicious Jason Schwartzman.  Oh, baby.  Make out with me now!  Er...sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some say this song is about his ex Zooey Deschanel's struggle with anorexia.  "Drinks only gin, says it's how to keep thin, and she's crying after every meal.  No, you don't know how you're making me feel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;em&gt;When Did Your Heart Go Missing?&lt;/em&gt; ~Rooney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better way to follow up Jason Schwartzman than with his younger brother, the lead singer of Rooney?  "I'm retracin' every step in my head.  What did I miss back then?  I was so, so misled."  (I know the feeling well.  People are bastards.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;em&gt;I Love You, You Imbecile&lt;/em&gt; ~Pelle Carlberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winding down the mix, I have to end with some songs in the "good" category.  "All I want is you.  I can live with all the stupid things you do."  I do tons of stupid things!  Why isn't someone loving me, damn it?  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, check out the song &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=40929046"&gt;Clever Girls Like Clever Boys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;em&gt;Another Kind of Green&lt;/em&gt; ~John Mayer Trio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, come on.  Like you didn't know I'd put my lover on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are tough, especially when one starts worrying that maybe there's someone even better out there for them.  "I know I might be anxious, but I'm still not crazy.  And I don't need another kind of green to know I'm on the right side with you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156150492722789099-4764334009597514716?l=libresurrect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/feeds/4764334009597514716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156150492722789099&amp;postID=4764334009597514716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/4764334009597514716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/4764334009597514716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/2008/02/february-youre-my-little-valentine.html' title='February, you&apos;re my little valentine!'/><author><name>April</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5625/1740/1600/lib2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156150492722789099.post-4908172058280826458</id><published>2008-01-14T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:52:03.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>january, bitches!</title><content type='html'>so i sent out your cds last week - you should be receiving them today or tomorrow.  i also sent playlists with them because that's how i roll.  so this post is really just to ruin the surprise for those who have not yet received the cd and to justify my mix which is not nearly as cool as justifying my love (the latter apparently involves wearing a lot of leather and being madonna)...but i digress.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;onto the mix.  since it's a new year, i decided to look at my life over the past year (2007) and make a mix all about that since 2007 was a pretty big year for me.  i've had the idea of an "evolution of a year" mix for a while so when contacted for january, i was thrilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, this mix marks the first time i've attempted to make a semi-happy mix.  i specialize in depressing, broken-hearted or angsty songs so this is a big step to make a mix that ends happy.  however, because this is me and because 2007 started out with a break up and the usual doom and gloom i have come to revel in, there is some typical redlaw whiny-ness in the mix - thank heavens, right?   er....whatever....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. rilo kiley - breakin' up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so maybe it's just me, but when i do break up, i tend to have a brief moment of elation at the idea of being free.  hence, this song leads the mix because it captures oh-so-perfectly how good it feels to be free from a bad thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. neko case - star witness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but right after that moment, i tend to view a break up as a funeral because i do not subscribe to the "let's be friends" school.  after someone effs with my heart like that, they're dead to me.  so here's a great song about death that got some heavy play in the rotation in early 2007 as i was licking my wounds post-breakup from Assface McDouchealot III, as i affectionately refer to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. sarah mclachlan - dear god&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are 2 things that make a great mix to me - one of them is sarah mclachlan - we'll discuss the other thing later.  you know, maybe it's just me but when i go through rough times, i tend to either blame god or just doubt he exists (and i know that's lame to do but whatever - i do it, i feel bad about it later, but i know i'm not alone in doing it).  this song does both and the emotion in sarah's voice - it breaks my heart to hear it - i love this song and have waited a long time to use it in a mix. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. soggy bottom boys - man of constant sorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, this is about as fun and twangy as a sad song can get - for those that love "o brother, where art thou," you're welcome!  and i know it's not really george clooney singing but whatever - a girl can dream....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. ryan adams - to be young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of my favorite raunchy movies opens with this song and again, this is a happy-sounding sad song - may favorite!  i like when something is not what it appears to be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. belle &amp;amp; sebastian - white collar boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm taking a class on white collar crime right now so i had to throw this song in....especially since one of the best cases i worked on this summer was a white collar case.  this is perhaps the best example of a happy song about really depressing things.  and it makes me want to jump around and dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. dropkick murphys - shipping up to boston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is there a better combo than celtic music and punk?  it's like the new pb&amp;amp;j.  i really dig this band and this song actually brings back really strong memories of this summer to me...watching baseball games and missing Mr. Red Sox - nothing like good bittersweet memories...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. jeff buckley - hallelujah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow.  this song can bring me to tears if my hormones are aligned right with the moon and all that crap.  the first time i heard it, i got big goosebumps.  it's haunting and i know everyone already has it but whatever, humor me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. the lemonheads - into your arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an oldie but a goodie.  this song marks the point in the mix where things start really looking up - the first mix that Mr. Red Sox gave me had this song on it...can't go wrong with the lemonheads...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. zero 7 - pageant of the bizarre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like any guy i end up with is going to have to pay heed to these lyrics - "it's never gonna be normal, you and me"  i love the french feel of this song - the accordions make me feel like i'm in paris again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.  john butler trio - betterman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is a longer song by my standards but i really like it - love the build up in it - another song i filched from that first mix Mr. Sox made me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. dave matthews - waste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is a cover of a phish song - back in high school and into college, i was a huge phish, DMB fan and in making this mix, i went for a little nostalgia - i think good mixes bring old and new together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. thomas dolby - she blinded me with science&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of old and new - here's my second requirement for a good mix - classic 80s hits.  i LOVE this song - it cracks me up.  there are people i see in the hallways here and all i have to do is shout out "Science!" to get a laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. the eels - fresh feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when relationships are new, they're so fun.  it's as time goes on that you have to make things fun again...to those looking to recapture the new feeling, may i suggest making your husband or boyfriend go away for a summer?  this song was playing on my ipod when i met up with Mr. Sox in london and it will forever capture that feeling of how great it was to see him again after a few months without him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. when in rome - the promise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember that last scene in napoleon dynamite?  enough said.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. ween - stay forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is our song, Mr. Sox and me.  i couldn't think of a better way to end a mix on a happy note.  sorry if you're gagging over that.  if it makes you feel better, my life is otherwise miserable and repressed....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so there you go.  hope you like it.  if not, well, at least there were treats to go with it, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156150492722789099-4908172058280826458?l=libresurrect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/feeds/4908172058280826458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156150492722789099&amp;postID=4908172058280826458' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/4908172058280826458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/4908172058280826458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/2008/01/january.html' title='january, bitches!'/><author><name>redlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07339550336719689525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OMLL3XsxB84/SIOeK6wlYoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/BlAngpx-KtA/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156150492722789099.post-6155869009282728943</id><published>2007-12-11T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T18:52:50.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>december</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just mailed out your CDs today, so . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ladies, I'll be honest: I'm really nervous about how you'll feel about December's mix. Nervous because it's been a long time since I've made a mix tape. How long? Well, I just called it a Mix Tape. Nervous because a Christmas-songs CD in December is so predictable. Nervous because I think the idea is to exchange and experience new music, but you've likely heard all of these songs before. Still, I hope you'll see why I chose what I did. And if you don't understand, or like it, well, you'll just have to wait until my next turn to see what I've got to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's begin with the underlying theme: is this CD all about being Canadian? You'd think so. Let me be clear: I adore the Barenaked Ladies, and have for a very long time. Also to be made clear: they're better (with the exception of maybe - MAYBE - three songs) when they're being silly than when they're trying to be serious. And, they've recorded quite a lot of holiday songs. You'll hear them often on this mix, and even more than once in a row. Faux pas? Sorry. It's my first time here on the Lib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I feel the need to confess: I have this weird posessive feeling about certain songs, bands, whathaveyou, and this immature feeling applies to a few songs here. I admit to feeling a slight rage when I hear some of these songs played on the radio or at the mall. "Hey! You can't play that! That's MY song! I had it first! Stop whoring it out at your leisure!" You dig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do love Christmas music. Well . . . I love some Christmas music. I've come to believe, over the past few years, that everyone should have a collection, however large or small, of Christmas music (and Christmas movies! Buy &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Stalking Santa&lt;/span&gt; today!) that they enjoy. This happens to be a compilation of my favorites, which is nice to have put together so I don't have to keep changing CDs to only listen to the one (or two, or whatever) track(s) that I enjoy. Also, as a gift to you, there will be no "O Holy Night." Because everyone thinks they can sing that song. But they can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On with the mix . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track #1: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol of the Bells&lt;/em&gt;, Barenaked Ladies&lt;/span&gt;. I am skeptical of pianists as valid contributors to bands, but I do so like the way that Kevin Hearn plays. Did you know that of all 5 guys in the band, he was the youngest when he lost his virginity? I wish I didn't know that, and I wish it didn't come to mind everytime I hear him play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track #2: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy XMas (War Is Over)&lt;/em&gt;, Sarah McLachlan&lt;/span&gt;. I came &lt;em&gt;thisclose&lt;/em&gt; to using Sense Field's version of this song, but at the last minute chose Sarah's because, well, it's just more beautiful. This song, in general, has never been a personal favorite, but this year it's heart-warming to me. Yes, I know people in Iraq, just like you do. I'm not making a political statement, but thinking about my friends and family missing their loved ones who are currently on the other side of the planet, hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track #3: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen/We Three Kings&lt;/em&gt;, BNL &amp;amp; Sarah McLachlan&lt;/span&gt;. Hey, just because you have heard a song before doesn't mean it's not good. Yes, even if it's played on some radio stations every twenty minutes. I like this because it was an impromptu recording, backstage somewhere, and there is no drum -- Tyler's drumming on a suitcase or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track #4: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleigh Ride&lt;/em&gt;, BNL&lt;/span&gt;. Go on and sing along. You know the words. Okay, enough. We'll break from them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track #5: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bizarre Christmas Incident&lt;/em&gt;, Ben Folds&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, Ben. You're so edgy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track #6: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas Song&lt;/em&gt;, Dave Matthews &amp;amp; Tim Reynolds&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I'm from THAT era. Big DMB fan. I know that this song shows up on most holiday compilations nowadays, but this is filed away in my made-up "ownership" category, and I can't help that I still dig it. This version, from the Live at Luther College CD, is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track #7: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;River&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;, Indigo Girls&lt;/span&gt;. I debated over which artist to include for this song and ultimately went for Indigo Girls because it's their version I knew first. I can't explain why I love this song so much...maybe because it addresses some very real hopelessness and sadness at a time of year when most people are pretending it doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track #8: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas Day&lt;/em&gt;, Dido&lt;/span&gt;. Awwww . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track #9: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little Drummer Boy/Peace On Earth&lt;/em&gt;, Paul Jacobsen &amp;amp; Amy Gileadi&lt;/span&gt;. This song is on a new CD that was produced by my friend Scott Wiley. The CD is called &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mary's Lullaby: Christmas Songs for Bedtime&lt;/span&gt; and it's billed as a children's lullaby CD. Amy and Scott were in a band called Sunfall Festival, and though that project is not currently working together, certain of its members occassionally do. Something about the way that the words, "Mary nodded," come across really touches me. Maybe it's the fact that there's no blaring snare drum incessantly getting in the way of listening to the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track #10: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[upside-down question mark]Donde Esta Santa Claus?,&lt;/em&gt; Guster&lt;/span&gt;. This is one of the songs that my kids love to listen to year-round. Can you blame them? Who wouldn't want to hear some nice Jewish boys singing about Santa Claus? Speaking of Jewish . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track #11: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Have a Little Dreidel&lt;/em&gt;, BNL&lt;/span&gt;. Because you only know some of the words. Now you can know them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track #12: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deck The Stills&lt;/em&gt;, BNL&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, how could I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track #13: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silent Night&lt;/em&gt;, Lisa Hannigan&lt;/span&gt;. For the grrrrl in all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track #14: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It Came Upon A Midnight Clear&lt;/em&gt;, Sixpence None The Richer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track #15: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Polly Anderson's Christmas Party&lt;/em&gt;, Stewart McLean&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, &lt;strong&gt;WARNING!&lt;/strong&gt; This is not a song. This track is a story, and it's about twenty-three minutes long. My feelings are not hurt if you don't enjoy it, but I think it's rather funny, and even relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track #16: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wonderful Christmastime&lt;/em&gt;, BNL&lt;/span&gt;. This song isn't so much about the Napoleon Dynamite-esque blurb of music as much as it's about what directly follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, listen, and don't get stuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156150492722789099-6155869009282728943?l=libresurrect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/feeds/6155869009282728943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156150492722789099&amp;postID=6155869009282728943' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/6155869009282728943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/6155869009282728943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/2007/12/december.html' title='december'/><author><name>~j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02959570365515658547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OE44y4VDib4/TXc9lFf6UQI/AAAAAAAACrM/WOS0btf_qCo/s220/20110308_3525.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156150492722789099.post-8840075686827324045</id><published>2007-11-19T22:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T14:27:52.585-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='November 2007'/><title type='text'>Li+</title><content type='html'>My time will be limited the next few days, so I'm going to go ahead and write my mixplanation.  If you haven't received your CD yet, I bid you to refrain from reading the rest of this post until it's in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I would have considered all of the recipients of the mix, and try to create something that everyone would at least partly enjoy. But for this mix, I just did whatever the heck I wanted to; let your ears be victim to my choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accompanying story you also received is a rough draft of something I wrote the morning of its deadline for my fiction class.  There's plenty of room for improvement (i.e. word echoes, character development, editing, etc., etc.) however I didn't want to delay sending the mix out any longer than I had, and yet I still wanted to include the little story, since it seemed to correlate.  So I didn't bother revising it before giving it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tokyo Moon&lt;/span&gt; -Windmill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Present Rachel told Past Rachel she was putting this song on a mix -and to be the first song no less -Past Rachel would have thought Present Rachel was crazy.  Windmill's vocals seem to be that of "acquired taste," and may cause some to want to listen to someone scratching a chalkboard instead.  But Present Rachel just couldn't resist.  It's as catchy as a good poop joke, and well, she's 99% sure that he sings her name in the beginning of the chorus.  And if there's one thing Past, Present, and Future Rachels can all agree on, it's how they simply cannot resist a good song that has their name in it. (By the way, if his lyrics ever make it out on the internets somewheres, and it turns out he's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; singing my name, don't ruin my dream, k?  I'd rather keep living the lie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take Your Medicine&lt;/span&gt; -Cloud Cult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesomeness of this song explains itself.  Nuff said.  Especially in the car.  Great in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That Summer At Home I Had Become the Invisible Boy&lt;/span&gt; -The Twilight Sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another band with long song titles that aren't actually sung in the song?  At least I don't think it's there.  But I encourage you to focus on his accent, not on the actual lyrics...you might not like what you find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll Kill Her&lt;/span&gt; -Soko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kids&lt;/span&gt; -MGMT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most definitely in my top five favorite songs of the year.  There's this part around 3:17 where the hot synthesizer action transports me into an '80s teen movie, where the Molly Ringwald character has just scored the boy of her dreams, and the world is suddenly perfect.  Judd Nelson jumps up in the air with a fist pump.  Yeah.  Like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I also recommend listening to this one when you're alone late in the night, and you just have to stand up and start doing an interpretive dance.  With robotic jazz hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Hear Music&lt;/span&gt; -Blossom Dearie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never tire of this Blossom.  I just had to throw her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bunny Ain't No Kind of Rider&lt;/span&gt; -Of Montreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first song that really got me hooked on their new album.  &lt;a href="http://cakeandplanet.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-own-inner-cosmology-has-become-too.html"&gt;Which I can't give enough praise&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've Underestimated My Charm (Again)&lt;/span&gt; -Black Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew you're not doing too well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the blogs are about you girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Up On Your Leopard, Upon the End of Your Feral Days&lt;/span&gt; -Sunset Rubdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps another odd choice.  But I beg you to google up the lyrics.  This one sounds better in headphones, I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jigsaw Falling Into Place&lt;/span&gt; -Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece just seemed to fit.  Ooph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Icicle (Live)&lt;/span&gt; -Tori Amos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's where I have to defend myself.  Yes, I can make a compilation without Tori.  But I don't know if I really want to, you see.  This version especially needs some explanation.  The recording is horrible, and if you're not careful, the screaming crowd will hurt your eardrums and your speakerdrums.  But hear me out.  If you don't like Tori, you'll still have to enjoy the conundrum that happens in the beginning, you just have to!  It's hilarious.  And if you do like Tori....It's impossible for me to not get chills when I listen to everyone singing along -I don't think in all of Tori history has she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; asked the audience to sing along with her, especially when it's just her and her piano.  It's unheard of, but she knew she'd be able to overshadow what happened in the beginning of song by having everyone join in -she's just smart like that.  I love it...and her voice is impeccable in this recording.  Even with the bad tape.   Sometimes I forget how powerful this song is for me -this version helps me remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wham City&lt;/span&gt; -Dan Deacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another rule broken.  Put a song that's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over eleven minutes long&lt;/span&gt; on a mix?  Are you crazy?  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES, YES I AM&lt;/span&gt;.  And you'll be needing these, I assure you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          There is a mountain of snow, up past the big glen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We have a castle enclosed, there is a fountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Out of the fountain flows gold, into a huge hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That hand is held by a bear &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;who had a sick band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Of ghosts and cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And pigs and bats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With brooms and bats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And wigs and rats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And play big dogs like queens and kings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And everyone plays drums and sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About big sharks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sharp swords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beast bees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bead lords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweet cakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maste lakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lithium&lt;/span&gt; -The Polyphonic Spree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; cover of Nirvana's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lithium&lt;/span&gt; in your head when you read the end of my little story.   And after the last words written, hear the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yeah yeah &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yeahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; screaming inside your brain along with the blank page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Revelations&lt;/span&gt; -Yoko Ono &amp;amp; Cat Power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tender warm and fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starálfur&lt;/span&gt; -Sigur Rós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly different from the original recording.  I don't think there could have been a better ending.  &lt;a href="http://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?lid=40093"&gt;You may find a supposed English translation of the lyrics here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156150492722789099-8840075686827324045?l=libresurrect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/feeds/8840075686827324045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156150492722789099&amp;postID=8840075686827324045' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/8840075686827324045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/8840075686827324045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/2007/11/li.html' title='Li+'/><author><name>i i eee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oeBox0CrktU/SHYx-ZsHsZI/AAAAAAAABaY/McYEtXOetRE/s1600-R/bjork_big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156150492722789099.post-5603094275448714305</id><published>2007-11-15T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:00:12.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='November 2007'/><title type='text'>Tell Me Lies, Tell Me Sweet Little Lies</title><content type='html'>Okay.  So yeah.  I said I was going to mail everything out last Friday.  Kind of a lie.  I wasn't feeling so hot, but I won't keep reminding everyone of how sick I've been.  Violins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I think I'm on the right medication, so yay!  Does this mean I'll have now curbed my post office procrastination ways forever?  Time will only tell, my friends.  Time will only tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just to ease your troubled soul about whether or not I really mailed them out this time, here is a picture of the line I waited in at the post office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeBox0CrktU/RzzYqtcYStI/AAAAAAAABHw/jojaLHYsThM/s1600-h/DSCN1632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeBox0CrktU/RzzYqtcYStI/AAAAAAAABHw/jojaLHYsThM/s320/DSCN1632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133215903560256210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I'm a bit worried because after packing everything up, I realized I had an extra CD left...and I can't remember whether or not I had made an extra copy...but just to clarify, you should be receiving a CD, a little treat, and a little booklet thingamawobber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ms. Llew, your belated birthday teensy surprise should also be in your package.  So in case I made a switcheroo and someone else receives Laura's birthday surprise, please mail it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  So now.  They are really in the mail.  Sorry I took so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, since from here on out it'll be a surprise who's doing the next month and so on and so forth -if you happen to be like me and you desire to let everyone know that you might be running a week or two or three late, inform the person who picked you for that month to post up a little somethin' somethin' to let everyone know that they haven't been forgotten.  You don't have to do this, but I just know I crave opportunities to give excuses as to why I haven't done something yet...yeah.  Just keep that in mind so we can continue to be surprised by who sends the next mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, in case you haven't received a mix from me before...there are some swears on this mix...so don't say I didn't warn you when you suddenly find yourself caught in a tight spot with your kids in the family minivan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156150492722789099-5603094275448714305?l=libresurrect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/feeds/5603094275448714305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156150492722789099&amp;postID=5603094275448714305' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/5603094275448714305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/5603094275448714305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/2007/11/tell-me-lies-tell-me-sweet-little-lies.html' title='Tell Me Lies, Tell Me Sweet Little Lies'/><author><name>i i eee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oeBox0CrktU/SHYx-ZsHsZI/AAAAAAAABaY/McYEtXOetRE/s1600-R/bjork_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oeBox0CrktU/RzzYqtcYStI/AAAAAAAABHw/jojaLHYsThM/s72-c/DSCN1632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156150492722789099.post-4087683031179823694</id><published>2007-11-09T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:33:18.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><title type='text'>All Apologies</title><content type='html'>Dearest Members,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lib resurrect shall burn brightly, I assure you.  I meant to mail out November this past Monday, but I had to wait until I got paid (which happened not until today) and then there's this little problem where I can't really convince myself to do much of anything.  (Some people call it laziness -you sons of bitches, you know who you are -I call it mental cancer.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But never fear today is the day I shall conquer the post office.  So next weekish, keep your eyes peeled for a plain golden mailer sent to you from Yours Truly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&amp;amp;ufid=BC27C90B2D843E9C"&gt;p.s. I read this book where this girl gets her face blown off and I just don't know how I'm supposed to feel about it&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy3tZkvzAZE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy3tZkvzAZE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156150492722789099-4087683031179823694?l=libresurrect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/feeds/4087683031179823694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156150492722789099&amp;postID=4087683031179823694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/4087683031179823694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/4087683031179823694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-apologies.html' title='All Apologies'/><author><name>i i eee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oeBox0CrktU/SHYx-ZsHsZI/AAAAAAAABaY/McYEtXOetRE/s1600-R/bjork_big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156150492722789099.post-1531364824514374050</id><published>2007-10-15T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:31:37.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><title type='text'>New Rules</title><content type='html'>I've decided to come up with a new system for the CD exchange.  If you oppose, please let your voice be heard.  And if this turns out to be entirely craptastic, we can change it at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all since there are only eight of us so far, assigning a specific month to each of you would obviously leave four months open.  And I wouldn't want to give some people two months out of the year, while everyone else only gets one month.  So here's my first idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be sending out a mix for November, just to get things started.  The first week in November I will select the next person for December -but I'll only tell that person.  That way, it'll be an element of wonderful surprise for everyone else when December rolls around.  Then mystery December mix-maker will tell January it's their turn, and so the cycle continues.  One rule with this system would have to be: everyone must have a turn within the eight months.  For example, I'll be November for this year, therefore no one can choose me again until July.  I suppose we could just stay on a cycle, instead of picking randomly, but there's something kind of fun in selecting the next person to go.   Although if you select someone for March, and they're like, "March is no good for me," then that's okay too.  If you are selected, you can say yay or nay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I figure if someone is dying to have the month of let's say, February, they can either post a plea for that month -or email everyone and let them know.  One plus of mixing things up, no one is stuck with the same month all the time.  Gives someone else an opportunity to make a "Fall" mix or if you're tired of the summer months, you'll eventually get a chance at spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure if the random thing sucks, then we can just go in the same order all the time.  However, if we end up adding more people to the club, and we went in a specific order, we'd end up on the same months all the time -so not having assigned months will keep a window open for spontaneity.  I know some of us might not like not knowing when their turn is up, because they want to prepare ahead of time.  But I think this goes back to either accepting the month or turning it down.  If you're not ready yet to unleash your mixmaster powers, then give a pass, and surely when you're summoned once more, you will be ready to take on the task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know if this doesn't sit well with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156150492722789099-1531364824514374050?l=libresurrect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/feeds/1531364824514374050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156150492722789099&amp;postID=1531364824514374050' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/1531364824514374050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/1531364824514374050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-rules.html' title='New Rules'/><author><name>i i eee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oeBox0CrktU/SHYx-ZsHsZI/AAAAAAAABaY/McYEtXOetRE/s1600-R/bjork_big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156150492722789099.post-2360567927662397584</id><published>2007-10-11T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:30:32.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the beginning of a beautiful friendship'/><title type='text'>lib resurrect</title><content type='html'>It is the desire of others, and myself, to rekindle our love for music exchange.  In loving memory of &lt;a href="http://thelibrariansrevenge.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Librarian's Revenge&lt;/a&gt;, we shall create a lib resurrect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have accepted your invitation, welcome!  Once we have established club members, months shall be assigned and we can vote on a name for our club.  If you have name suggestions, please leave them in a comment on this post.  Other suggestions for club rules and regulations are also welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&amp;amp;ufid=833EACEE69726E61"&gt;I'm a sensation&lt;br /&gt;you try me once&lt;br /&gt;you'll beg for more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156150492722789099-2360567927662397584?l=libresurrect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/feeds/2360567927662397584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156150492722789099&amp;postID=2360567927662397584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/2360567927662397584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156150492722789099/posts/default/2360567927662397584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://libresurrect.blogspot.com/2007/10/lib-resurrect.html' title='lib resurrect'/><author><name>i i eee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oeBox0CrktU/SHYx-ZsHsZI/AAAAAAAABaY/McYEtXOetRE/s1600-R/bjork_big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
