I just want to share the most amazing music video with everyone (thanks Perez!). The Dixie Chicks’ new single, “Not Ready to Make Nice,” is astounding; it is the epitome of everything that makes them one of the most trailblazing and groundbreaking acts out there. The song addresses the fallout of their choice a few years ago to speak out against President Bush and the Iraq War. Being a country act, the group received much harsher retribution than most musicians, incuding death threats, public CD burnings…every ridiculous thing that you can think of. When I heard their new single was a response to this, I thought it would be some sassy, in-your-face number, but it is so much more than that. It is beautifully written, melancholy, touching. I read an article recently about how the group picked this as their first single even though they knew it wouldn’t get any country radio support. They were right; only a handful have the guts to support the group. Girls, you have my support.
Forgive sounds good / Forget, I’m not sure I could / They say time heals everything / But I’m still waiting I’m though with doubt / There’s nothing left for me to figure out / I’ve paid a price / And I’ll keep paying I’m not ready to make nice / I’m not ready to back down / I’m still mad as hell / And I don’t have time to go round and round and round / It’s too late to make it right / I probably wouldn’t if I could / Cause I’m mad as hell / Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should I know you said / Can’t you just get over it? / It turned my whole world around / And I kinda like it I made my bed / And I sleep like a baby / With no regrets / And I don’t mind saying / It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her daughter that she oughta hate a perfect stranger / And how in the world can the words that I said / Send somebody so over the edge / That they’d write me a letter / Saying that I better / Shut up and sing or my life will be over filed under: misc and music | comments: 3 comments |
So, I’m off to the gym again. I run four (continuous!) miles nonstop on Monday, and I’m trying to ride the wave of motivation. I have decided that enough is enough. I’m tired of false promises to myself; I’m tired of false starts. It’s time to get hot…or die tryin’. Suggestion Box: I have suffered a life-long curse of ethnicity, the dreaded stretch marks. I just bought some cocoa butter to see if that will help. Does anyone have any experience in the matter? Obviously, I’ve learned to live with them after 10 years, but I am so not one of those “They’re battle scars. They’re beautiful.” people. I had a fight with someone over the fact that I go go and do coat check in my underwear. He called me trash and said it’s an unjustifiable objectification of my body. I was offended until he suggested I be a waiter instead, after which I just laughed and said “Peace, you bitchy queen.” You know, I’m very comfortable with my body. It’s taken a long time to get here. And if I don’t mind showing it off and making some money, then that is my prerogative and I don’t feel that I need to justify it. I work 50 hours a week, I got into an Ivy League. I’m doing my thing, and I’m doing it well. filed under: misc | comments: 7 comments |
It’s been a long time; I apologize. Spring is here. I sit outside for over an hour yesterday, just taking in the beauty of a New York April. This city isn’t pretty for 90% of the year, so I think it’s high time I get outside. The college financial aid process isn’t going well–the school was no help–but with the help of some friends (thanks Ian, thanks Alice, thanks Christina)–I think I will get it all sorted out. I am still going to try REALLY hard not to work save for nightclub gigs. I need to start going out more and networking again. Aren’t you so glad about Meredith? I am. I didn’t expect her to announce it so soon after I posted about Katie. I am addicted to Nelly Furtado’s new one, ‘No Hay Igual.’ I am about to go to the gym and run to it. No hay igual! No hay igual! No! No! No! No hay igual! filed under: misc and music | comments: 1 comment |
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