2014 NaBloPoMo: Saturday Nov 15

[maybe_amanda101]

Today, I had three butter tarts.



Yes I did.  I regret NOTHING!

(If you are one of those freaks who doesn't like raisins, all I can do is feel sorry for you.)
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I am listening to BBC.  They are playing Wuthering Heights by Kate Bush. Jesus. It's as bad now as it was then.

Discuss.
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Hockey in Las Vegas?  Come on!  I have sat quietly through Columbus Freakin' Ohio and Bloody Nashville, but Las Friggin' Vegas!?!?!  COME ON!
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We had Persian food for dinner.  It was of the kebabs, rice and salad variety and looked like this:


It was very tasty.  Also, I did not have to cook, which improves any meal.
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Went to buy apples.  Ran into a guy from my writing class who worked there.  He gave us a 50% discount. SCORE!
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I hardly ever remember my dreams, but I remember the one I had last night. My house caught fire. It started in the attic.  Soon the house was completely engulfed.  The firefighters seemed mostly indifferent.  When the fire was all put out, they discovered the attic was full of smoldering cigarette butts that squirrels had stored there. The firefighters told me it was my own fault, that I shouldn't keep squirrels as pets, especially in the attic.

Yeah. That.
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Comments

[campylobacter.livejournal.com]

I <3 Kate Bush.

[maybe-amanda.livejournal.com]

I don't understand Kate Bush. And Wuthering Heights really is painful. I remember the first time I heard it - I was listening to London Calling, Paul Gambaccini's weekly report on the UK music scene, and he said, essentially, "here's the next big thing." And I stared at the radio, thinking it was a joke.

[campylobacter.livejournal.com]

No one sounds like Kate Bush (except the artists who came after & imitated her).

Kate Bush sings about stuff no one sang about before. I mean, who in their right mind would risk releasing a pop song about a Bronte novel? With lyrics from the point of view of a demented ghost? Of a woman who in life had been abused by an obsessed, stalking asshole? Wuthering Heights was meant to send chills down the spine. I'd shit myself if I heard a ghost outside MY window shrieking my name up & down three octaves. THIS is the haunting, horrific voice Heathcliff heard before dying alone in a room without food & water, the victim of his own revenge.

Kate Bush experimented, pushed comfort zones, wasn't afraid to sound weird or unrestrained in the tired genres of piano ballads & Adult Contemporary. She used her entire vocal range, growled, whispered, purred, screeched, and crooned her alternate vision of Pop to smack something different into its banalities.

[maybe-amanda.livejournal.com]

Yeah. All that. Running Up That Hill is one of the bestest things ever. But Wuthering Heights is like nails on a chalk board. (And If she'd looked more like Bob Hoskins and less like, well, Kate Bush, no one would have taken the slightest notice of her.)

But let's not fight!

[ropo.livejournal.com]

I hate raisins in sweets. I hate Kate Bush. I like apples, and once went to a minor league hockey game in Las Vegas (complete with free Village People concert afterward).

[maybe-amanda.livejournal.com]

...a minor league hockey game in Las Vegas (complete with free Village People concert afterward).

You see my point...