blood and bowie

Music is a funny thing.  Some days it feels like you've listened to every freakin' song you'll ever like.  You're over it. "I'll just listen to the traffic!" you say, in irritation, thinking of that stupid habit you have of listening to your favorite songs over and over again until you know all the words and then listening to them more as you find live versions until you really can't listen to it again because your roommates/coworkers/friends/neighbors might kill you.  No.  They really might.


Other days, music finds you!  New bands, new singers, old singers singing new songs, new singers singing old songs, or even old singers singing the same old songs but for some reason, on that day, those old tunes tickle your ear hairs a new way.  This new tickle pleases you.  And you spend all day, when you should be working, following the magical musical trails that You Tube provides you with, finding songs like this:  (sorry the videos are so big, i couldn't figure out how to fix it...anyone?)





Or this:



And this one:



this!



this!



and sometimes it's more about the actual video than the song:



Whatever happens in the air on days like this, I want it to happen all the time.  I feel bloated with melodies, giddy on the new, weird, beautifully sad, and hilariously funny.


Thanks universe.  This was lovely.