Friday, September 28, 2012

Fat Larry's Band- Don't Let It Go To Your Head (1983)

I silently praise myself every time I get a raise at work or get myself some RRSPs or do something else that makes me feel like a for-real adult, but I shouldn't let it go to my head; I'm the same girl that hoards boxes of Lucky Charms for Saturday morning so I can throw out all the cereal pieces and have a total marshmallow-and-cartoon party. 

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Sharon Redd- Love How You Feel (1983)

I tend to be a person that absorbs the feelings of others, like how I feel sad when I walk past a funeral, or the time on Boxing Day in eighth grade when I bought Mary J Blige's second album and spent a few weeks in a deep vicarious depression, wherein I was vicariously terrified that vicarious Jodeci was going to break up because of my vicarious drug problem.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Cashmere- Keep Me Up (1984)

My ultimate goal for my future, growing up, was to get myself to a financial point where I had an outdoor pool and somewhere warm enough to enjoy it. Also, to be able to surround myself in furs and cashmere and silk and buttery leathers. Everywhere.
Those who can afford the true softness of someone other creature's trimmings are far classier and better than the rest of us, obviously, and I'm over here, 30 years old and still in cotton like I just crawled out of a dumpster or something. I don't have "fur money". The only fur I ever owned was a small vintage collar made of rabbit, or perhaps squirrel, and it gave me a rash, shed fur like crazy, and disintegrated in a single evening. The last strip of the collar shed off into the slushy street and was run over by a taxi. "That", I said to myself, "is why rich people always seem so happy".

Monday, September 10, 2012

Oran "Juice" Jones- The Rain (1986)

I really could care less if there is pulp in my orange juice or not, but who was the asshole that decided that juice needed to be chunkier in the first place?

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Glenn Jones- I'm Somebody (1983)

After a particularly terrifying episode of "Degrassi Junior High", the one where Wheels' parents die, I asked my folks who my godparents were. They looked at me like I was totally crazy, told me I didn't have godparents, and said not to worry because "if we died, somebody would probably take care of you"... The "somebody" and "probably" parts kept me awake at night right up until my eighteenth birthday.