Music (Mike) Monday

Corndog, a friend and former co-worker, asked if I would be able to pick her up from the airport this past weekend.  I obliged and met her at the pick-up area late Friday night.  Once we were out of the airport I informed her our tunes for the drive back would be provided by Mike Posner.  She was fine with that.  Somewhere in-between catching up I mentioned that I was pretty excited about his new album and sang a little of the the new song to see if she’d heard it.

“Corndoodles, I LOVE it! Pretty sure I jam out to it in the lab con-stant-ly…it goes ‘she looks like sex, sex, sex’…have you heard it?!”

“Umm, no…or maybe it’s the way you’re singing it.”

“I’ll post it for you when I get back to apartment!  Then you can see if you’ve heard it!!”  (Yes, I really was that excited)

She was pretty amused by my “Bow Chicka Wow Wow” duet, but her response to “Looks Like Sex” went a little something like this:

“Ok…I can honestly say two things: 1)that I’ve never heard that song before, and 2) it weirds me out that you like it…pretty big jump from Justin Nozuka:)”

It’ll grow on her, or I’ll sing it so much that it becomes not so weird anymore…and then it’ll grow on her.

Music Monday + Two Days and a Bonus

A very long time ago I posted this with the intention of making it a weekly thing. Well…we all know that didn’t happen. However, I am going to share some of my new and old musical faves in honor of The Malaysian’s favorite cliché: “Sharing is caring, my fren.”

My first introduction to the Morning Benders was via Rebecca Woolf’s blogseries “Track Tuesday”, or maybe it was just a random video link she posted. Either way, I liked it, really, really liked it. Enjoy.



(“Excuses” by The Morning Benders)



(“Sail” by Awolnation)


Em gets all the credit for sharing “Sail” and even more credit for sharing the phrase “…blame it on my ADD, baby…Saaaiiillll” over and over and over again while I assisted him with some film school homework. The evening went a little something like this:
“J, I’m ready. Can you stand over there?”
“Here? Do I need to do anything?”
“Bllaaammmee iiittt ooonn mmmyyy ADD, baaaabbby…Saaaiiiilll.”
“You’re so weird”
“Bllaaammmee iiittt ooonn mmmyyy ADD, baaaabbby…Saaaiiiilll.”
And our conversations continued like so from about 5pm to 9pm.  That line is now for-ev-er imprinted in my memory thanks to Em.  Actually liking the song after he played the video for me ended up being a total bonus.
One of the Houston pop stations played the next chosen song sporadically but I was always too late to get the artist or title until one morning while commuting to work.  Lucky for me some guy on the Metro was jammin’ out loud enough for the entire train to hear.  I made sure to listen closely.  When I got back to the apartment my YouTube search commenced until I found what I was looking for.  I shared this “jam” of the moment with Em in response to him sharing “Sail” with me.  He approved.



(“Sure Thing” by Miguel)


Even though all their songs sound similarexactly the same, I still like to keep this one stashed away as my goto emergency pepper upper. It’s got that little something special that makes you want to jump in the air and smile, so join with me when I say, “Jager Bombs…Lemon Drops…Buttery Nipples…Jeli-O (Jell-O) Shots…Kamikaze…3 Wise Men”.



(“Shots” by LMFAO)


“…cups in the air Everybody let’s take shots!”

The Movie-part of Monday

Ever since I was little my imagination has been beyond vivid.   It’s one of the main reasons I avoided watching scary movies as a child.  On at least one occasion I was given the choice to watch “Hellraiser” or go play by myself elsewhere.   As soon as “Pinhead” came out and tore the skin off some guy, I excused myself and bolted for another room.  A guy with a head full of needles was not a welcome addition to thoughts previously occupied by cartoons, talking animals, and imaginary friends.  That same attitude toward horror flicks as an adult hasn’t changed much from younger years.  I like seeing scary movies once in a while, but watching usually means severe nightmares for at least a couple days.  It’s a trade-off that’s not always worth losing sleep over.

Last Monday I received my latest movie pick from Netflix, a horror/thriller titled “Martyrs”, suggested on a table at Barnes & Noble with a large sign above it reading “Buzz Worthy” or something similar to that.  Basically, the movies on the table were saying, “Watch me.  I’m different.  I’m neat-o.”  I jotted down the movies that caught my eye and put them into my Netflix queue later that evening.  Then I waited.

My first mistake after “Martyrs” arrived was waiting until almost 11 pm to begin watching.  I kept telling myself to hold off until the next afternoon to watch during daylight, but no.   I just had to watch it that night—second mistake.  The third, and most detrimental mistake, was continuing to watch even after the director’s introduction included him saying, “…you may hate me for making this movie.”  Hate?  Perhaps a bit too strong.  When 4 am rolled around and I still couldn’t sleep can’t exactly say I loved the guy for making the movie, either.  Yes, that is FOUR-in-the-morning.  I wake up for work around six.  Any way you do the math makes for a very rough day.  To add to the trauma, I woke up somewhat in the middle of a dream thinking I would be kidnapped and taken to a subterranean building if I didn’t press a button to silence the alarm.  It’s not how I prefer to start out my day.

I can’t say whether or not I would recommend this movie to anyone else, but those with strong stomachs may be able to get past the gore to explore the story line.  It’s an interesting idea, one that starts out in one direction only to end up almost in another genre.

More information on the actual movie can be found within the Internet Movie Database.  The comments/reviews written are also worth checking out to provide more insight into how graphic and controversial this film is.

If you’re wondering whether or not I would watch it again, my answer is, “Heck, no.”  I’m not even sure I should’ve watched it the first time.