Anti-bridge

Last night I made a confession to Jim. I don't like bridges in songs. I think they are pointless. People will say that that is how one makes a song and that it adds interest to the song, I disagree. I think it is a waist of my listening ears. I have been thinking about this a lot lately as I'm listening to new music and old music alike. I really don't have much use for it. So I'm looking for music that actually has a bridge that I like as a sort of test to myself.

Wikipedia says that lyrically, the bridge is typically used to pause and reflect on the earlier portions of the song or to prepare the listener for the climax. It also goes on to state "In song writing, a bridge is an interlude that connects two parts of that song, building a harmonic connection between those parts. If and when you expect a verse or a chorus and you get something that is musically and lyrically different from both verse and chorus, it is most likely the bridge."

So please if you think there are any bridges out there worth listening to, be it classical or good-old fashioned rock-n-roll, please make it known.

Yeah, it's called Walking Pneumonia. Awesome.

Parent of the Year Award-March

So this month's award goes to two parents who took their three children all under the age of about five to a scary movie (rated R) with no coats in about 25 degree weather, oh did I mention it was a late movie at about 10pm at night?! Jim and I were standing in freezing cold weather waiting in line to see a movie, I forget which movie. And we noticed in front of us three little girls freezing cold while their parents (assuming they were) had coats on buying all of them tickets to some scary movie...I don't recall which movie but I do recall that the father bought all of them those tickets. It was also very late at night to be out and about for three kids under the age of five. I was so upset that Jim had to calm me down.

The Curse of the East Coast

Or I could call this the curse of f'in airplanes. In the last thirty days I have been to the East Coast twice, once to Boston and most recently to DC (and for those of you who are about to give me flack for not seeing you in DC, it was literally a two day trip for a wedding). Both times after two days being on the East Coast I have gotten sick with the exact same ailments. Nauciousness, sore throat, fever, coughing so hard my lungs hurt, and a runny nose, along with the fuzziness of the brain. This makes traveling back from the East Coast unbearable. I was that close to making an emergency landing somewhere over the mid-west on this past trip. I have spent hundreds of dollars on medication and none of them work. Last night for example, I took about three different sleeping pills at different times because none of them were putting me to sleep because I was coughing up a lung for about five hours straight. I'm so sick of my body. When did I become old? When did I start taking regular medication? I just went from one regular dose of calcium pills to about five different kinds of medication, all prescription. Something has to change or I'm really going to lose it. And for those of you who think it was the airplane. I have been taking echinacea, emergency, vitamin C, airbourne about two weeks before the last East Coast trip just to avoid what happened to me in Boston. And to top it off the new quarter starts in about two hours so I'm screwed. Sorry this may be a little down but I'm feeling a bit down so that's that.

Happy St. Patrick's Day

I love this holiday, it's my favorite. The green mash potatoes that my mom always the made, the green milk that I never drank, oh the memories. I started a little early this year and pretty much wore green the past week with my celtic knot necklace from Tiffany's that the Little Trucker's bought me, it seemed fitting. I also doubled up on my necklace and wore a good luck star necklace along with the wishbone necklace that I found in San Francisco last year with a gift certificate I had from my cousins, Carly & Kacey and Aunt Maudjean. I can always use luck, trust me on that one.

So on this day I seem to be thinking about friends and family and traditions. My dream is to either go to Ireland on St. Paddy's Day or Chicago depending on my budget that particular year. Ireland to this day is still my favorite country. I'll see what pictures I can dig up from my trip, not sure that they are digital or not....that was sooo long ago :) In Ireland there was green I never new existed. THey were by far the friendliest people I had ever met anywhere on my travels. I went in December as was expecting rain but as luck o'the Irish declares, I did not until the day I was heading to the airport! We rented a car and that was hilarious as we were driving on the wrong side of the road on these topsy turvy roads with the ocean waiting to eat us up. I loved every second of it.

In London, I lived with an Irish couple Mr and Mrs. O'Connor oh how I loved them. Berney was a big white haired red face fellow who was a bus driver for the city. Such a charming man. He had ties to Seattle so he loved me! His wife whom I never called by her first name for some reason but always used Mrs. O'Connor was a delight and made the best soup in the world. We would stay up late talking for hours and I remember the warmth that emitted from them. I will always have ties to Ireland, even if just in my head.

The picture is of the Cliffs o' Mohr, the prettiest natural thing I have ever witnessed. I cried right then and there.