Title: Pirate Paloma's Song of the Day
From: La Jolla
Blogging since: April 2007
Post Date: May 22, 2007
Post Title: Song: "Platinum Blonde" by Blondie God, I love Deborah Harry. I have been infatuated with her since I was seven years old.There used to be an AM radio station in San Diego called "Mighty 690." They played all the BEST pop songs on Mighty 690. The Romantics, Devo, the Waitresses, Joan Jett, Duran Duran, Madonna... Those were the days. My taste has developed and improved since then. But I still love Deborah Harry. I have been feeling superficial lately. Today's song is all about my new lovely hair. I spent an hour ironing it this morning. Smooth. Shiny. Straight. Almost platinum blonde.
Post Date: May 10, 2007
Post Title: Song: "Work It" by Missy Elliot "And think you can handle this ga-dunk, ga-dunk dunk," This afternoon, my 14-year-old daughter called me during her school lunch period. I was in the car and had this song cranked up. "Are you listening to Missy Elliot? Turn it down!" she asked/commanded; her friends laughed in the background. "Gawd!" she said. I wanted to turn it up louder, but maybe she had something important to tell me.
I like to compare this song to the work of my favorite women writers of yesteryear. I like this song for the same reason I love to read Virginia Woolf, Kate Chopin, and Fanny Fern.
I love the way Missy Elliot "owns" in this song. She owns her sexuality in the same sense that my favorite women writers "owned" their identities, societal roles, and sexuality; it is empowering in the same way.
A woman from way-back-when who refused to have her identity determined by her domesticity is, to me, parallel to a woman today who says to us:
"Girls, girls, get that cash
If it's not a foul shakin' that ass
Ain't no shame, ladies, do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of tha game"
Post Date: May 8, 2007
Post Title: Song: "Everything's Alright When You're Down" by the Jesus and Mary Chain The Flaming Lips make me happy. The Jesus and Mary Chain make me feel like telling the entire world to go fuck itself. My hearing has been permanently damaged by my driving around in the car with "Barbed Wire Kisses" cranked up very very loud. My "me" time is filled with feedback. With Jim and William not giving a shit and being full of themselves. Me being full of myself, too. A match made in heaven. They are such a bad influence on me. Such a sick and guilty pleasure.
"I now have hit the ground
And just look at what I found
Everything is alright when you're down, hey hey
Strange as it can seem
Like livin' in a scream
Everything is alright when you're down, hey hey
Everything I say is going wrong"
Sometimes I feel like I have the "Midas Touch," that everything I touch turns to shit. Sometimes I feel like I am the shit. People who don't "get" my melancholy have been known to tell me to "snap out of it." The truth is, I don't want to snap out of it -- down is the new up.
Post Date: May 6, 2007
Post Title: Song: "Snow in Africa/Smiling Lantern" by They Came from the Stars, I Saw Them Seventeen minutes and 52 seconds of bliss. It has been in my head since I first heard it, which was not too long ago. It inspired some crazy dreams, and I can't let it go. I listen to it like I read a novel. I backtrack and reread the parts that I think are especially clever and lovely.
This song is like a journey. I want to make the video. I see it now. I can't just listen to a song, I have to see it, smell it, feel it.
If I was a musician or sound engineer, I would tell you in music's terms why I like this song. But, I don't have that vocabulary. My best is that I love it. I'm enchanted, infatuated, sickly, prickly, sweet. And I hate it at the same time because it has consumed me.
Post Date: May 1, 2007
Post Title: Song: "Snowbird" by Loretta Lynn May should begin with a little melancholy. It was my grandmother who introduced me to this song, to country music. I'm not talking the cheesy kind of country that we all hate, but the good pure painful stuff.
She would pace around her spare bedroom (the one with the turntable) and listen to sad songs. She'd tell me about the artists. She'd point out the humor in them. And then pace and cry and pace and cry. Same songs. Over and over.
This week, it walked right up and smacked me in the face: holy crap, I do that too.
"Snowbird" was one of them. I love this song because it takes me back to the sound of her feet on the ground. The sound of the
needle being placed on the record. The smell of my grandmother.
"So little snowbird take it with you when you go
To that land of gentle breezes where the peaceful waters flow
Spread your tiny wings...
And if I could you know that I would fly away with you"
What lost love was she missing? Where did she want to fly away to? What was she thinking about as she paced? I was too young to think of those things back then. Today, I might have asked. Too late for that though.
Did she want to be young again? I sure would love to be young again. And, now, I feel that strong pull to pace and pace and pace. When did I stop following MY heart? I aim to listen to it from now on.