listening to: modest mouse – dirty fingernails
Oh man oh man. Does anybody remember one or two entries involving how I am quite satisfied with my music collection and have never really obtained anything I am ashamed of? Lies. Dirty lies.
I was digging deep into the recesses of some CD piles in my room earlier tonight (I was really just in search of Brian Eno’s Before and After Science–which I CANNOT FRICKING FIND ANYWHERE), and I came across a few old and lost things that I thought would be worth a listen to. Two of these things being stuff by Miyamura Yuko. It seemed innocent enough at first. I went “oh, hah! I remember these CDs!”, and listened to the first single. It’s funny, because I remember the music pretty well. Like, when I found the CDs, I went “oh right! these songs”, and recalled some moderately obnoxious J-Pop crap. But…did it not occur to me at the time of purchase that the singing is CRAP?! Apparently not. God. I must have spent a solid ten minutes in near-hysterical laughter, it’s so bad. And SO. FUNNY.
Important question: how did I end up with this stuff and WHY?! From what I recall, Miyamura Yuko was a seiyuu (voice-actor) for a few anime, here and there. The more popular seiyuu always seem to have solo-albums and singles, and not necessarily because they’re you know, good at singing. I think I actually discovered her through some sort of JPop Internet Radio…thing. I remember being pretty enamored with her at the time (I think I was 14 at that point in time…), so of course I would frantically search for her stuff at my first ever journey into Mitsuwa’s Asahiya bookstore. And is this sad or what? I actually remember exactly what I bought that day. Inuyasha #16, 17 (this was well before the days of shoujo manga apparently), and Miyamura Yuko’s Arigato single. At a later date, I obtained her Best Of album. I actually have a sticker that came from the album on my wall-of-Japanese-crap.
Also, on this journey into random CD-crap, I found the 2001 U-High Jazz CD that Mai made for me. It consists of Jazz Gold (the top jazz band) and Jazzin’ in the Evening (the top jazz choir), both of which I was in. That was also worth some laughs. Honestly, it’s hard to listen to any of my bass-playing, ever, without burying my head in a pillow and snorting out laughter. It’s not that I was bad. I think it’s mostly that I’m my own worst critic. And also that the amp I used had no right to be functioning as well as did (we called it “Big Ugly”. It would starting buzzing if I didn’t whack it every ten minutes or so). Also, sometimes the whole “I play a fretless bass” thing led to some um intonation problems. But…okay. That was like four years ago.
I want to go running. Like…right now. Seriously. Maybe it’s because I sat around for a good portion of the day contemplating the things I wasn’t getting done. But…running!! Running in the dark is also somehow very appealing. Dammit. I miss Iowa.
I’m waiting for Michelle to get off work so we can go um…well, not really frolic (since the weather sucks). Sit and be silly. She’s gets off at midnight, which will make tonight ridiculously late for me. It’s not that I’m not a late person. It’s mostly that when I am a late person, I am a late-person-sitting-in-bed-reading or a late-person-watching-mst3k. Not so much a late-person-sitting-at-some-24-hour-restaurant with people. Basically, I’m shut-in. That’s okay with me.
Also, DAMN AARON for lending me this Heinlein book. It’s really good and I resent really good things that might consume my life with obsession. Maybe I just worry that everything will turn out to be Deathstalker. Uahg. That’s a scary thought. What if everything I read just turned into Deathstalker…?
*edit* oh my god I can’t spell.