So, I’m guessing since I work in the lieburry (Library is no longer the actual, or correct, pronunciation and spelling of the institution. Ask anyone one the street. I’m not kidding.), I should probably write posts about books and such.
The sad truth is that I honestly don’t read that much. You would think that I would because I work there, and I’m there for 8 hours, that I would, no?
Sippin’ on lattes and reading the latest trend in cheap vampire and werewolves novellas or the crapfest James Patterson novels.
I do not.
Instead, I’m dealing with other people’s bullshit, trying to teach them how to print a Word document or program their smartphone. But these people also have Twitter and Facebook accounts.
*****Sidenote: If you know how to use any form of social media, as well as mobile phones, there is no excuse for you not to know how to use Google, start an email account, or understand the concept of printing.***** Now back to your regularly scheduled programming.
Hello, my name is ______________, and I’m a narcissist.
Okay, not really, but when I’ve other things on my mind, they tend to take over and I don’t give myself the leisurely time that I deserve to partake in the well-deserved mental staycation that is the joy of reading.
It’s not that I don’t care to read. I don’t know if you remember me mentioning that I’m a writer, so a majority of the time, I ‘m developing ideas or characters to place into narrative, that I don’t (want to) think about any one else’s work but my own.
To quote Sade, “Tell me, is it a CRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEE?” (You’re welcome, sis).
I know. It’s a horrible excuse for not being well-read. I try, but I get so sidetracked by
a backed up DVR and Netflix and looking for a job before I lose my everloving mind my writing that I don’t want anything else influencing, or rather, manipulating, my work.
However, when I go on vacation, I often try to bring a few books with me to read.
The last two vacations I took, one most recently to New York, where I tried to start reading Stuart Nadler’s “Wise Men”, as well as Aristotle’s “Politics” — I know. Very odd combination. I’m still reading them now, but before that, the book that has stuck with me the most for 2012 into 2013 was John Taylor’s autobiography “In The Pleasure Groove: Love, Death, and Duran Duran”.
Now, from the title, John Taylor is obviously a member of Duran Duran, the 1980’s pop band that spawned hits such as “Rio”, “Hungry Like The Wolf”, and “Girls On Film”. They had many more hits, but I’m not going to bore you with those notations. Anyway, it was a great, engaging, humorous, heartbreaking, and earnest read. I’ve always been a fan of Duran Duran, especially when they had a massive comeback in the early 90’s. But I never truly appreciated their contributions to music, particularly Mr. Taylor (<<<<<<<<—-you’re supposed to click on that link, btw). Growing up, he and Nick Rhodes were always my favorites. I never understood why — but they were. And as I’ve grown older, especially after reading his book, I understood why. And that will be discussed for another time.
Because I know that I’m boring you right now. And this is segueing into a post about music. Not artists. Music.
As I mentioned earlier, after reading his book, I came to develop a deeper appreciation for his music, and New Wave music in general. Specifically, the art of the 12″ remix in this genre.. I’ve always loved New Wave music — but my fixation of it is mostly my sister’s fault.
She purchased a three cd box set World of Dance: 80’s, and she didn’t care (gasp!) for the one that featured the New Wave artists. So she gave it to me. You know, doing me a favor because she knew I was thirsty to build my CD collection at the ripe age of 12.
That’s when record shops actually existed, kids. And you had to go to a store and actually purchase a compact disc with cash. Using a debit card was frowned upon. Unless it was a credit card. Which is not the same thing, I know…but I don’t feel like going back and thinking of ways to transition that sentence.
It wasn’t until recently that I started to truly appreciate the art, the depth, and overall genius of New Wave music. It was truly a mashup of many musical genres and sub-genres. Jazz, Rock, Funk, R&B, Soul, Punk, Disco, Rockabilly, Hip-Hop, Reggae. And all of these genres are considered it. And you can dance to it! It’s all a girl like me could ask for, because I love all of those genres. And I love dancing.
With that, I have satellite radio. And every Saturday night, the 1st Wave channel has a program called the Saturday Night Safety Dance. It’s
six (whoops, it’s not, actually…) eight hours of non-stop dance remixes of new wave and alternative music by brilliant and talented spin master named DJ Bueller.
Every Saturday night, I will have my Saturday Night Safety Dance Song of the Day — where I encourage you to have your own mini-Saturday Night Safety Dance — wherever you are. I know I will be.
Obviously, I should have started this post with a Duran Duran song. However, the first song off of that New Wave album that I absolutely fell in love with was this cut by Heaven 17, “Let Me Go” — their biggest hit stateside.
And to start:
Thanks, sis. You’ve created a monster. Albeit, a beautiful one.