Glam Garden Necklace
Tank: J. C. Penney's
Shoes: J. C. Penney's
Bag: Nine West, Boscov's
Blue scarf: Express
Pink scarf: Wet Seal
Sunglasses: J. C. Penney's
Skirt: Olsenboye, J. C. Penney's
Shoes: Ami Clubwear
Bag: Call it Spring, J. C. Penney's
Sunglasses: Cloud Nine, Ocean City boardwalk
Bra top: Boscov's
Shoes: Betseyville, Macy's
. . . about music (if you listen real hard, you can hear Dave Matthews Band cranking out that early-1990s classic). Sometimes I think things. Especially when I'm in my car, listening to the radio. Which means that more often than not those thoughts are related to music. Here, in no particular order, are some stray ones I managed to capture:
- I heard Hootie and the Blowfish's "Let Her Cry" the other day and thought, no wonder Darius Rucker went the route of the rhinestone cowboy. This tearjerker of a tune has country written all over it.
- Carly Simon's "You're So Vain" always makes me wonder about James Taylor (even though they say the song's not about him). As in, self-satisfied Lothario or self-effacing hippie? You decide.
- Here's a thought that went so far it crossed the line into unfettered fiction:
I remember driving in the car with my mother, listening to The Killers and asking her what she thought "I've got soul but I'm not a soldier," meant, and she said, "That Brandon Flowers is a lover, not a fighter." I think she just made that up, though, because she was like that, and because she liked Brandon Flowers the way I liked Cade McGowan (or any other boy blessed with a dangerous-sounding name)
- The last telephone on-hold music I heard was kind of Renaissance-y, which I found to be a refreshing change from the usual classical or easy listening fare. Then it got even snappier, segueing into a catchy bluegrass-meets-adult-contemporary number that was pure Weather Channel. The next time you tune in to plan a beach day, don't be surprised if you start wondering where you can buy the CD.
- Some thoughts on Fred Durst:
Not too long ago, for some reason, I was wondering what became of Fred Durst, only to turn on a morning radio show and learn that he's directing eHarmony commercials. Jokes about nooky ensued. Then, less than a week later, I heard that he has a tattoo on his chest of Kurt Cobain facing Elvis. A man of many layers, that Fred.
- Some thoughts on cowbell:
Thanks to that Christopher Walken/Will Ferrell SNL skit, everyone knows about the cachet of cowbell in Blue Oyster Cult's "(Don't Fear) The Reaper." But I didn't realize just what a sweetly haunting sound it could be until I heard it in the Bangles' "Hazy Shade of Winter." Naturally, I had to Google said song to confirm that it was in fact cowbell I was hearing, and when I did, I discovered that it was a cover originally done by Simon & Garfunkel. I didn't see that coming. Talk about more informed living through blogging!
- And finally, I'd like to see Begin Again before it leaves theaters. This isn't so much a thought as a weekend plan, but I'm okay with that if you are.
Until next time; may all of your soundtracks be smooth ones.