New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Tuesday, April 13, 2004

If you're a teenager, nay anyone alive! who has dreams of working for the big bad media giant that I for some reason am so strongly attached to...you should know that you have a Squaw/Gimlet or whatever I am passing for on this blog (other than my full legal name)...well you should know that I am pulling for you.

Fountains of Wayne mention wayyyy below...

But first!

This morning I had to give a tour to ten or so teenagers and a their chaperone. I had volunteered to do it because they were left in the lurch b/c the studio was closed and even I the jaded belle that I am would never turn away little "band" lambs from the midwest who later in the day were playing on the stage at Carnegie Hall. In itself that feat is a huge source of inspiration for me the girl who never stuck with the french horn.

So I had to stand in front of a room of kids (mostly boys) who seemed very polite but very very QUIET. Their chaperone was very friendly and none too goofy. I basically told them how I ended up where I am and how where I worked ended up where it is. Then I took them on a tour of our two primary floors. Again they were very quiet. I pulled stories out that for some reason I felt would interest and them, but then I realized what they were really curious about when I led them to a window overlooking Times Square. That got a reaction. That and me sharing information with them about how we do what we do. When I asked them if they had any questions they just kind of looked at me. So then they said, "Well what do people normally ask you?" And I said, "Who have you met? What are they like?" Then they repeated it back to me with smiles on their faces. I figured that if they weren't going to ask I was going to give them my "reality speech."

As in, famous people are just like regular people and are often times less interesting than you would expect. They are all shorter than you would expect. I told them who was tall so that they could gauge other people's heights against them. All the woman are too thin. The camera does add ten pounds and nobody looks like that when they wake up in the morning. Everyone is airbrushed with only few exceptions. You are not fat. They are too thin, etc...and yes a certain someone who I used as an example earlier is just as bitchy as the tabloids report and I base that on the experiences of people that I know and trust and care about.

I really about how the media warps peoples perceptions of their selves.

I told how heavy a certain award was. That peaked their interest. Buy the time we were going back to my floor the lone girl in the group had worked up the nerve to ask me about Britney's skin. :)

I learned that they don't know who David LaChapelle is! That is until I said, "You know the guy who shot Dave and Carmen posing naked as corpses for their wedding invitation? That's David LaChapelle." That they knew.

I sent them away with some posters which they'd never get anywhere else and some misc. merchandise. Plus some sage advice regarding internships and how to get into the industry even if they couldn't make it to NYC.

All and all about one hour of my time but time well spent.

Other important news, Loki has made it to her vacation destination! Apparently text messaging makes it where she is. God bless satellites.

So as I mentioned we got new library cards. I took out three books, one about Zelda Fitzgerald (more on that later)...Babyville - Jane Green (Loki's on vacation she won't read this and tell me I'm crazy)...and Nothing Feels Good - Punk Rock, Teenagers, and EMO by Andy Greenwald.

Don't even get me started on EMO and what I think about it and all that jazz...but of course the first thing that I did was look for a Fountains of Wayne message and yes there is ONE. In the chapter about Weezer and Pinkerton...Not certain how I feel about it but here it is...pages 50 and 51

Reviews were negative and sales were slight to nonexistent. Mortified, Cuomo retreated from the public eye, had painful surgery to correct the length of his legs, and enrolled in Harvard. The pop juggernaut rolled on; Weezer became a footnote while a succession of memorable-to-mediocre singles (by Fountains of Wayne, Nada Surf, Superdrag, Nerf Herder and others) filled the gap created by their abscence and perpetuated the newfound genre of "nerd-rock."

Erm, I hope that Fountains warranted a "memorable" but the author writes for SPIN so I don't nesc. consider his opinion to hold water. However on a more me related note in at the MAC Music Fest in 1996 I saw Nada Surf and Superdrag on the same ticket with Presidents of the United States and Ash (their first performance in America YAY!!!) also it was the show where my arm almost got broken and I got a bunch of scratches on my back from standing in the pit. The same summer I received the Nerf Herder cd as a promo...they're no Fountains with a song like "Van Halen" but it's an amusing CD none the less.

Favorite lyrics...
Is this what you wanted, Sammy Hagar?
Sammy Hagar, is this what you wanted, man?
Dave lost his hairline but you lost your cool buddy
Can't drive 55
I'll never buy your lousy records again
Again, again, again, never again...


posted by JustKeepMum on 10:27 PM