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Funker Vogt is coming to town on April 13th. I am so very, very tempted.

How are they live?
cassildra: (music: music heart same)
So, they're making a movie about the band The Runaways. Kristen Stewart, of Twilight lulz fame, is tagged to play Joan Jett and sing. Dakota Fanning is to play Cherie Currie.

[livejournal.com profile] blackpaladin and I are wondering... who would you tap to play Lita Ford? What about Sandy West or Jackie Fox?

I personally think that KStew, with her EPIC BITCHFACE OF EPIC, will be able to pull Jett off wonderfully--she's also got the gravelly voice. Here's hoping she can sing as well as Jett. 'course, Jett is executive producer, so I'd imagine so!

UR THOTS, GIVE ME DEM.
cassildra: (music: music heart same)
I love Seanan McGuire SO FUCKING HARD RIGHT NOW YOU GUYS!

Let me show you why!

From her latest album, Red Roses And Dead Things, an excerpt from "Maybe It's Crazy":

The guy that I adore
Is always looking for
The secret to having it all.
And sure, that angry mob
May not support his job,
But while we flee the crowd, we’ll have a ball!
I know he’ll treat me right;
We’ll tryst by candlelight,
And resurrect a priest to tie the knot.
I swear that he’s not bad,
He’s just a little...mad.
We’ll unlock hidden knowledge that was better left forgot!


From the same album, a merry little song about "The Black Death":

Speaking epidemiologically, bubonic plague doesn't make sense to me.
Yersinia pestis makes you dead, it's true, but it isn't as effective as the common flu.
If you want to wipe out half of Europe's population, you need a better agent for your devastation;
You need a viral agent that that is tried and tragic -- let's take a look at fevers that are hemorrhagic.

Now a hemorrhagic fever is a nasty beast indeed,
And we've named it for its tendency to make its victims bleed.
It can trigger cranial swelling often leading to psychosis,
And posthumous study demonstrates internalized necrosis.

It is heavily infectious with a high mortality;
When you put it all together, it sounds like the plague to me!
And best of all, transmission is from one case to another,
So you get it from your sister, then you give it to your brother.


(why yes, [livejournal.com profile] blackpaladin got his copy of Red Roses and Dead Things--118 out of 300 preorders, bitches!--and I am squeeing so hard... But don't just read the lyrics, go check her out for yourself! Do it. DO ITTTT.)
cassildra: (music: music heart same)
Last night, I went over to Acoustic Music Works here in Squirrel Hill to meet [livejournal.com profile] oceanicwish. She bought a cute ukelele that ended up having crappy tuning pins, and I bought myself a recorder and a metal kazoo. I also asked the proprietor about clarinet reeds and a mouthpiece. He usually carries reeds for a few locals, it seems, but I'm SOL on the mouthpiece.

I don't know why I suddenly decided to pick music up again. The fingerings for the recorder are nothing like the clarinet, and the tone is entirely different... And yet, I am entranced by this $6 plastic instrument, and it makes me long to pick up the clarinet again. I know I've got someone willing to play with me (Hi, [livejournal.com profile] lrstrobel!), but I don't know if I have the money or inclination to buy a box of reeds. Also, there's the question of reed hardness--do I go back to a 2.5? A 3? Or do I look to upgrade to a 3.5? I think at one point I was using a 3.5 or a 4, but it's been years and I don't remember. I know my band director would keep 3s in stock, and that was easier than going to buy my own--hand Mr. White a dollar, and voila, reed in hand. (Of course, I had to buy my own bass clarinet reeds, but that's a different story, and I'll probably never have the chance to play another one of those, anyway.)

I miss music. I miss singing, to be sure, but I can sing along with the radio anytime. What I really miss is sitting down and looking at sheet music, remembering fingerings, and reading music. Last night I panicked a little because I thought I'd forgotten how to read music, but I think it's because the fingering chart for the recorder was poorly printed.

I haven't opened my clarinet case in years, and won't be able to get to it until I have a chance to get to my parents' house and pick up my stuff. I don't understand the strange, sudden longing I have to pick the instrument up once more, to play silly little tunes on it, and to learn beautiful clarinet pieces. I guess it's true, though--I honestly can't live without playing music. It's been part of who I am since 5th grade.

So now, my mission becomes threefold: pick up a lint-free cloth to swab out the recorder; get my clarinet from my parents' place; and figure out what hardness of reed to use. I think the embouchure will come back to me relatively quickly--I can feel it on the recorder, even, and the mouthpieces are so different!--but... meh. I'm obsessing.

And while I get used to playing the recorder, and it gets used to me, I will be playing daily. The recommended amount of play is ten minutes a day for two weeks while the recorder gets used to being played regularly. Here's hoping this obsession stays and that I don't fizzle on it like I do with so many things.

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