It's chuckle-worthy that leading up to and now passing by my 30th birthday, I've developed a staggering obsession with a music genre that teases out my closet electronica, techno junkie and sometimes even fuses it with everything I hated about 80s pop music.
And seriously there could be reason for concern, as lately I have been known to stop in the middle of something as important as cooking a delicate french sauce to run to the Nook and give a "thumbs up" on Pandora to bands like, "Freestylers," "College," and "DJ Fresh" -- songs with descriptions that include: electronica roots, headnodic beats, laid back female vocals, synth rock arranging, mild rhythmic syncopation, acoustic rhythm piano and extensive vamping, boiling strings, rattling synthesizers, and bass-heavy-beats. That sure as shootin beats any Pinio Noir review I've ever read--wine being the only product other than perfume that I personally (and liberally) "consume" that come with long illustrative descriptives such as the above.
I'll quickly add that this fetish of mine began with watching DRIVE -- a movie I rented purely because Ryan Gosling is in it and because I gobble up films with him in them like I did Brad Pitt movies in the 90s, but worse/more. Bands College and Desire are both featured in the film with their tracks "A Real Hero" and "Under Your Spell" respectively.
On to other things. To confess here this is a purely obligatory blog since I haven't been motivated lately--or perhaps just not operating in any consistently organized manner (consistently organized within my particular norms, that is) probably due to the fact that my world went into warp speed last week and has only barely slowed down. The feeling reminds me of being a kid and getting off a merry-go-round after a fantastical brain scrambling spin only my Dad could provide and not being able to walk strait for a few minutes.....or jumping on a trampoline for hours then trying to walk on solid ground without looking like the man on the moon.
And things aren't going to slow down for a while. Work will always been mach-level so theres no relief at the office, this weekend I'm heading to SC to clean my aunts house while she recovers from a knee injury and next week we'll be packing to move out of the house and into a CLEAN, PEST-FREE condo (God bless it!!!) on the 31st. "Whew"simply is not a strong enough word.
But this is my life. It is what it is. Which is probably why it's appropriate that I've attached myself to the aforementioned music.
Last night Rob took me out to dinner for my birthday since we we had out of town company and a pretty sizeable party last weekend and have barely recovered the house to normal conditions since then, must less our own routines. We went to Ocean Lodge, which to me has the best dinner-table panoramic ocean views on the island. See below:
and one of only a handful of "birthday pictures" we've taken-- after dinner
things could suddenly turn in a completely different direction (or multiple directions) and I probably wouldn't even notice--might even be fun. we just go with it.
"Oh, baby baby it's a wild world" - Cat Stevens
