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Thursday, September 11, 2008

I'm not schizophrenic, I just have diverse taste in music

So, I am sitting here fucking around with my myspace page open. I decided to update a bit. You know, throw on a new song and picture because like Laura Hall, that's just how I roll. (If you don't know who that is, ask me. I am all obsessed with that cuckoo freak.) When I added my new song, I found that there is a list of my song history! I had no idea. So, being as I am curious as to what songs I have put on in the past, I had to look. Upon looking I realize I am a loopty loo! So, I decided to paste the list below and explain why I have chosen each of these fabulous songs to be part of the Laura Ferguson Myspace Experience. I think that will be my band name (that is unless I steal the Boar Witch idea from Jody and Jakob).
  • A Milli
    From Tha Carter III
    By Lil Wayne
    Current profile song

      • This is my current song. It is the new smash hit by the fabulous lil' Wayne. Now, I know that I don't look much like a Lil' Wayne fan. And for the most part, I'm not a super fan. But, I love this damn song. I mean, the bass line is awesome. I can't imagine anyone not digging it.
    • (By the way, I can't figure out how to get rid of these stupid bullets. So, I am just going to go with it.)
    • I also like the words to this song. I like the no chorus or bridge-just the random ramblings of a very odd and somewhat disturbed fellow. I like that in a person. Odd and disturbed. So, I dig this song.

  • some velvet morning
    By Lee Hazelwood
This is a great song. I love the whole Lee Hazelwood and Nancy Sinatra combo. It's totally psychedelic. It's totally great music. And the fact that he is 61 and she is like 17 is totally creepy. And, I like that combo. Oh, and it's dramatic. Just listen to it. I totally love it. Lee Hazelwood might be a bit of a genius. That or he has a creepy thing for Nancy Sinatra. Wait, I think it is both.

  • The Red Telephone
    By Arthur Lee & Love
  • Arthur Lee and Love. Well, what is there to say. I love this song. He, too, is a freak. He really is. You should listen to Love sometime. Or just type his name into youtube. I totally dig it. Odd, creative, probably nuts. He did go to jail for a while. I like that in a musician. I dig my druggies and my ruffians and jailbirds. Don't know why, but they just make better music.

  • Goo Goo Muck
    By THE CRAMPS
  • I love the Cramps. I was bored one night and realized that I hadn't listened to them in a long ass time. This tape (yes, tape) was a staple in high school. Oh, how I miss those days. This, Butthole Surfers, Beck, Brujaria....oh, the memories. So, I was being nostalgic. Love it!

  • Black Betty
    From Ram Jam
    This is my and my sisters song. I was missing my Tamaramadingdong and put it up in honor of sisterhood. And it's just a cool song. But, anyway, I still miss my Black Betty! Black Betty, I miss you! Come visit for the hurricane!

  • Only In My Dreams
    From Out Of The Blue
    By Deborah Gibson
  • I was having a bit of a Debbie Gibson moment. Fuck that Deborah stuff. That bitch will now and forever be Debbie. I don't care how naked you get in a magazine. You are Debbie. And, Debbie, I love you. I do. I lipsinked (lipsank?)/sang some Debbie Gibson song in either the 5th or 6th grade class talent show thing. I wore petticoats and danced a lot. I probably looked like an asshole. Or maybe I looked like a cute kid. Who knows. For some reason, I still think I look exactly the same as I did then. So, think of me dancing to Debbie Gibson. Enough said. I looked like an asshole.


    Time To Pretend
    From Oracular Spectacular
    By MGMT
I like this band. I like this song. I like that they sound about 12. Now, I am not a skinny jean, obtuse hair, big old lady glasses, American Apparel loving cool kid, but I can still like their music. Now, I have to say that there are some stinkers on this album. There are. I am going to say it. But, this song rocks! It does. I love it. I could listen to it over and over. And so should you! No, you shouldn't. But, I love it.
This is my favorite movie song. It may be my favorite instrumental song ever. I guess I don't have to many favorite instrumental songs. So, dammit, you should know this is important. This is Ennio Morricone at his finest. I totally dig him. This song is also my ring on my phone. Once in the grocery store it went off. It was so funny! This woman in the aisle ducked and looked behind her. I was very tempted to scream, "Watch out for the Injuns!" But, I didn't. I just laughed at her. It was really funny.

Actually, that reminds me of this time when I was eating in a very dark, very mobster movie looking Italian restaurant in Dallas. I'm sitting there eating my Chicken Marsala (long time ago...hell, I was eating chicken. So, this was a long long time ago). Anyway, all of a sudden, the Godfather theme song comes on. Now, as stupid as it sounds, my stomach dropped, and I wanted to hit the deck. I was totally prepared to sleep with the fishes. It made me laugh. Hell, it makes me laugh now.
I put this song on there in honor of my Jody. He is totally my best friend. I love him so much. I'm getting gay, but I don't care. I totally put it on there for him. That, and I love Harry Nilsson. I really do. I think I have a thing for him. I mean, he did Popeye, the Point, and he put a damn lime in a coconut. How much greater can a man be? Well, a lot. I totally dig the Nilsson! And Jody!
I like this song. I think everyone does. But, it is a freaking cool song. It's a bit dirty/naughty. And that totally gets me going. I like this song cause it puts me in this mood. I can't really describe it, but I dig the hell out of it. I like the whole style of it. It's just a rocking good song. Listen to it, people. Or three people. I think I can just write this to Mandy, Jackie, and Jody! So, you three, listen to it. Well, I am sure Jody has many times. You other two, do as I say!

I put this song on here because it is Jody and my song. Yep, it is. Not as romantic as some people's "song," sure. But, it is our song none the less! (I got lots of Jody talk going on in these last few songs, don't I. I promise to shut up soon.) There is a really awesome version of this song where it is just the vocals and none of the music music. It is freaking awesome. DLR freaking rules. I swear he does. I want to stop here and go off on a tangent about how Van Halen has not been Van Halen since DLR left, and I have not liked a song they have done since then. In fact, I am going to go as far as saying I hate the Hagar. I have a hate for him like I hate Renee Zellwegger and Russell Crowe, and you people just can't understand how much I hate those two. If you want to know why, just ask. I will gladly go on an hour shpeel about how I dispise them so! Oh, and Tom Cruise. But, my hate for him is entirely different and not solely based upon his weird love of all things Xenu.
ELO. What more is there to say. One of the greatest groups of all times. I call them a group and not a band totally based upon their era. Are they a super group? I mean, they are super and they are a group, but are they a super group? For god's sake, they did Xanadu. And anyone who knows me knows my love of Xanadu! If I don't stop this now, I will start singing the entire soundtrack which in turn means I would type it. And no one wants that. But, back to this song. I love it. I pretty much dig all their songs. Now I want to listen to ELO. Here I come Pandora!

Oh, the Donovan. Okay, this is underlined, and it is pissing me off. This damn thing is hard to figure out, and I'm no dummy. Really I'm not. They don't let you go to graduate school without being able to figure out a stupid formatting issue on blogger. But, here I am. So, I am going to figure this out or be thoroughly annoyed.

Oh, for christ's sake. This is awful. Can this be read while being underlined? Guess so. Okay back to Donovan. Hurdy Gurdy Man is just a cool song. It just is. It's a fact. I can't imagine anyone not loving the shit out of Donovan and this song.

Okay, So this underline thing is terrible. It's annoying the shit out of me. So, here is where I will stop. Oh, I will finish this list or explanations. Yes, I will. But, I will have to do it another time when I am bored out of my gourd and really, really, really want to type!

Later for now. And, I shall go off into underlining hell! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Stop!!!!! But, you can still read what the hell I have put on my danged myspace page. I got me some good taste in music, yes I do!


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Monday, August 18, 2008

The first of what will not be many because I am lazy

Well, I decided that since on the occasion I blog on the myspace, I should get a blog of my very own. Well, I guess the blog on myspace is a blog of my very own. But, you know what I mean. Who "you" is, I do not know because I am pretty sure no one will read this. But, you never know. There is that "you" again. I shall just state that henceforth I will use you a bunch of times, and there is no reason for me to explain that I am a dork who will use you to address probably no one.
Okay, enough of that rambling mess. Now to the important stuff.

Moving! I just did it. I hate it. I think I hate it more than anyone in the world. I have moved so many times that it isn't even funny. I have moved a lot. So many times, that I should be a pro by now.

Nederland to Shreveport
Shreveport to Scotter
Scotter to Ashland
Ashland to Dell Dale
Dell Dale (or is it Dale Dell) to Welbeck
Welbeck to Strick Lane
Strick Lane to Woodforest
Woodforest to Pittsburg #1
Pittsburg #1 to Pittsburg #2
Pittsburg #2 to Pittsburg #3
Pittsburg #3 to Woodward
Woodward to Pleasant Valley
Pleasant Valley to Royal Crest
Royal Crest to Aptos
Aptos to San Fran # 1
San Fran #1 to San Fran #2
San Fran #2 to San Fran #3
San Fran #3 to Huntwick
Huntwick to Fairmount
Fairmount to Fairlawn
Fairlawn to 37th St #1
37th St #1 to 37th St #2
37th St #2 to new place

(some of those are streets whilst some of them are towns)

Okay, that is 24 times. I have moved all my possessions (along with all of the possessions of many others) 24 times. I am 32. That's a lot. And, I might be missing one or two. I feel like I am. But, I will go with 24 times at this point.

And, seeing that I have moved this many times, you would think I would be an expert. I am a semi-expert. I can pack the shit out of some boxes. And, once I get going there is no stopping me. But, I do things in a weird way. I pack tons of stuff way to early. I have an off time gauge for packing. Like I take stuff off the walls to soon, so it makes the whole place desolate and echoey. Then I pack up all the plates. So, we got nothing to eat off of. Just odd things liket hat.

Then, for some reason, I always decide I need to throw tons of crap away. And in deciding to do so, I start a gigantic pile in the middle of the living room. And that pile grows and grows. And that pile starts to get in the way of the rest of the packing and moving. And that pile starts getting caught on people's feet and begins to get strewn across the apartment. Papers get stuck to your feet. I kick that stupid old piece of "art" that I found in a dumpster across the living room where it settles under the coffee table. The pile starts getting huge. The pile then aquires things I don't want to throw away...one of my Converse, a Schneider toy or eight, a drum stick. So, it just turns out to be a big pile of crap in that takes over the whole living room! Yay!

And, I have decided that I am grown up enough now to consistently dust my house. As a youth, my mother had this insane obsession with dusting. And, it was my job to dust. I dusted everything that had even the slightest bit of wood on it. Every frame, couch arm thingy, table, cabinet (for which we had millions), everything! I had to bust out the Pledge, spray it down, and wipe it with a rag. I hated it. And, because of that, I have had an aversion to dusting (well, that and my overwhelming need to be lazy). But after several (24) moves filled with incredibly dusty entertainment centers, hutches, and book shelves, I have decided that I will dust. Hell, even the back of my recliner was dusty. No one sits in it, so that went unnoticed until I lugged the damn thing across the room. So, I think I will take on a grown up responsibility and just start dusting. I see why my mother was so insistent on it. I must say that in that instance, my mother was right (not so much with the nose ring being a phase) I also know that she didn't do it herself. I did! This is one reason to have children. So they can clean for you.

I have also decided that I will never move again until I buy a house! Never. Now, I have said this before. But, I mean it this time. Okay, I may not be buying, but I will not move again until I can afford movers. I thought about it this time and decided against it. I didn't regret it until about 20 minutes after we started loading up. Then I decided not hiring movers was the stupidest thing I have ever decided not to do! But, thanks to great boyfriend and friend (and some other random movers), everything got loaded and unpacked in a timely manner. But, it still sucked. It was 290380293898 degrees and later it started raining. So, next time, when I move into the house I am buying, I will hire movers. Of course, I have said this in the last 11 of my moves. So, I probably will not. But, I am going to say I am.

But, now we are in the new place. It fucking rocks. It is so cute. So 1973. So me! It has a rock wall! A rock wall, people! Do you know how long I have been looking for a rock wall? Well, I haven't specifically. But, now that I have one, I freaking love it! It is the cutest house ever! And I live there. Well, me and the mister live there. Oh, and the weiner. Did I forget to tell you about the triangular windows? Well, it has them. And they are so cute. They are to die for! Here is the front of it...



It kind of looks from the front like a dentist office. And, oh how I love that!

Now it is all down to the unpacking. I suspect that things will stay in boxes for some time. Not a super long time because I get a bit anal about that kind of thing. But, for at least a couple of days. But, we have a porch and a yard and a BBQ grill and a whole lot of room! Heck we have a whole music room. I'm no musician, but a room complete with a drum kit, guitar, electric drums, a harmonica, a squeeze box (that's my contribution), a mixer, a computer filled with a whole lot of cool recording software makes me feel like I am (hey, no one rob us, okay). I swear, having a musician boyfriend is a whole lot of fun.

Well, that's enough of my babble for now. Moving is such a moving subject. Oh, look how witty I am!

Later
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