Seriously, I am so in love with the new Maroon5 album. I cannot get enough of it. It is sooo good. the only songs I skip over are Misery and Last Chance. Frankly these being the only songs we had for so long ... I may have overplayed them. Now that I have the entire album to listen too I'm so having an affair with the new songs.
I have to say... No Curtain Call has to be one of my absolute favorites. It's got this whole arena anthem feel reminiscent of Queen's The Show Must Go On (another personal favorite, yes I ADORE Queen). The energetic and very danceable Get Back In My Life has this Abbaesque feel that puts me in mind of songs like Dancing Queen, Voulez Vous, and Waterloo. I know...I'm totally giving my inner geek the stage here. What can I say? I LOVE music. All music. Each song takes you on a different journey...telling a story of heartbreak.
Adam Levine does heartbreak so beautifully. I am so enamored with his voice. He so delivers on this album showing his incredible range - vocally, musically and lyrically. Seriously, if you haven't pre-ordered your copy of this album.... DO IT NOW!!! September 21st cannot get here soon enough.
Having listened to the entire album now, I am completely UBER excited about the second leg of this tour. I'm hoping to hear these songs performed LIVE!!! You KNOW this band is EXCEPTIONAL live. One of the best I've seen. A small request from a loyal fan....can we please have NO CURTAIN CALL, HANDS ALL OVER, JUST A FEELING, OUT OF GOODBYES, RUNAWAY and HOW in Houston on October 22nd?? PLEASE!!!! I'll bring goodies and undies!! I promise.
PS If you'd like a preview of the album before September 21st...the band is streaming it on their station at iheartradio.com. I have a link in the previous post and the widget on my page.
Preview Hands All Over on iheartradio
Pre-Order Hands All Over on iTunes
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Falling short...
As much as I wanted to refrain from lashing out, I fell short of my goals. Even as I did it, I KNEW it would come back to bite me in the ass. Yet, my anger didn't care about consequences...not the backlash that would surely follow, not the instant regret and most definitely not the confrontation that followed. I wanted her to hurt and the surest way of causing her pain was to do the unthinkable. That's exactly what I did.
My former friend, one whom I trusted implicitly and loved dearly, who later proved to be less than honest and far from loyal; she has many enemies but one in particular who vexes her tremendously. My wounded pride and battered soul wanted revenge, it wanted to make her bleed the way I bled. Her arch-nemesis posted something nasty and snarky about her to her favorite celebrities. I saw the post and I KNEW it was about her; I did the most heinous thing I could think of. I reposted the comment which was RESENT to the celebrity. As soon as I hit post I instantaneously felt regret...but my pain was still raw and still fresh.
Days passed and I thought, with some small hope, that my transgression had been overlooked or perhaps missed. All hopes were dashed when I opened my email to find a missive from said ex-friend. I knew without opening the email exactly what it was about. I left it unopened for a few days, rationalizing that if I didn't open it I wouldn't have to face the music. She wouldn't pursue it. Yet everytime I opened my inbox there it was, haunting me. I finally opened it and read it. As expected, it was questioning my actions. How I could do something so horrible, how she never expected it from me. My guilt turned to anger. Who was she to question me? We weren't friends anymore, I owed her nothing. Inspite of what she thought, we did NOT part on good terms. I irrationally justified my actions to myself, yet deep in my heart I knew it was bullshit. I removed the offending missive and forgot about it.
Weeks later, while waiting to IM my good friend a window popped up. It was HER. The confrontation had finally come. She demanded to know why I treated her so shabbily. I tried to think of a plausible lie to avoid the whole drama. Everything in me said lie...but I spoke honestly. I told her it had been deliberately designed to hurt her. She immediately closed the window on me. I knew she hadn't logged off, she'd probably went to vent about me to her NEW best friend. I asked her if that was it? Was that how she was gonna leave it? She came back and we battled it out. My pain, her issues with trust, my issues with trust. It was ugly and rough but when it was all said and done, I knew I could move on. I'd had my closure. I could forgive her for the wrongs I felt she did me, she forgave me. I apologized for going to the worst place she could think of. I promised her it wouldn't happen again. It hasn't. I don't even feel the desire to hurt her anymore. It is well and truly over. I can move on and leave that chapter in my life behind. For that I am thankful.
Funny thing is...in the midst of the battle, once it was all out and the apologies had been offered and accepted, forgiveness granted...the tone of the conversation changed. We were back to sharing and talking like we used to in the beginning, when our friendship was strong and I believed nothing could break that bond. Halfway through I asked her...what are we doing? What does this mean? We aren't friends anymore but we're talking like we used to. It was too comfortable and that worried me. I had forgiven her but I couldn't trust her like I used to. I think that familiarity was too much. I still feel some tiny bit of loyalty to her. Even though our friendship was uneven and probably not true...I loved her and I gave my friendship fully and wholeheartedly. Even now, it would be so easy to fall into it again, but without trust it would fall apart again. I've had too many heartbreaks this year. I can't take much more. I won't put myself in that position again. I can be civil...but I can't offer friendship anymore. It's very sad but so very true.
My former friend, one whom I trusted implicitly and loved dearly, who later proved to be less than honest and far from loyal; she has many enemies but one in particular who vexes her tremendously. My wounded pride and battered soul wanted revenge, it wanted to make her bleed the way I bled. Her arch-nemesis posted something nasty and snarky about her to her favorite celebrities. I saw the post and I KNEW it was about her; I did the most heinous thing I could think of. I reposted the comment which was RESENT to the celebrity. As soon as I hit post I instantaneously felt regret...but my pain was still raw and still fresh.
Days passed and I thought, with some small hope, that my transgression had been overlooked or perhaps missed. All hopes were dashed when I opened my email to find a missive from said ex-friend. I knew without opening the email exactly what it was about. I left it unopened for a few days, rationalizing that if I didn't open it I wouldn't have to face the music. She wouldn't pursue it. Yet everytime I opened my inbox there it was, haunting me. I finally opened it and read it. As expected, it was questioning my actions. How I could do something so horrible, how she never expected it from me. My guilt turned to anger. Who was she to question me? We weren't friends anymore, I owed her nothing. Inspite of what she thought, we did NOT part on good terms. I irrationally justified my actions to myself, yet deep in my heart I knew it was bullshit. I removed the offending missive and forgot about it.
Weeks later, while waiting to IM my good friend a window popped up. It was HER. The confrontation had finally come. She demanded to know why I treated her so shabbily. I tried to think of a plausible lie to avoid the whole drama. Everything in me said lie...but I spoke honestly. I told her it had been deliberately designed to hurt her. She immediately closed the window on me. I knew she hadn't logged off, she'd probably went to vent about me to her NEW best friend. I asked her if that was it? Was that how she was gonna leave it? She came back and we battled it out. My pain, her issues with trust, my issues with trust. It was ugly and rough but when it was all said and done, I knew I could move on. I'd had my closure. I could forgive her for the wrongs I felt she did me, she forgave me. I apologized for going to the worst place she could think of. I promised her it wouldn't happen again. It hasn't. I don't even feel the desire to hurt her anymore. It is well and truly over. I can move on and leave that chapter in my life behind. For that I am thankful.
Funny thing is...in the midst of the battle, once it was all out and the apologies had been offered and accepted, forgiveness granted...the tone of the conversation changed. We were back to sharing and talking like we used to in the beginning, when our friendship was strong and I believed nothing could break that bond. Halfway through I asked her...what are we doing? What does this mean? We aren't friends anymore but we're talking like we used to. It was too comfortable and that worried me. I had forgiven her but I couldn't trust her like I used to. I think that familiarity was too much. I still feel some tiny bit of loyalty to her. Even though our friendship was uneven and probably not true...I loved her and I gave my friendship fully and wholeheartedly. Even now, it would be so easy to fall into it again, but without trust it would fall apart again. I've had too many heartbreaks this year. I can't take much more. I won't put myself in that position again. I can be civil...but I can't offer friendship anymore. It's very sad but so very true.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Don't Be Bitter, Be BETTER......
So last night Fuse presented the Tour Kickoff/charity concert by Maroon 5 at the historical Beacon Theatre in New York City. Being that it was a charity event the majority of the tickets were reserved for the charity organizers and a few were to be "raffled" off so to speak to fans. Apparently one of my FORMER friends won tickets. I can't say that I'm happy for her....before our falling out I would have been ecstatic for her....but my wounded heart isn't quite that healed yet. I did see on twitter however that her nemeses were quite vocal in their disdain and smarminess towards her. I don't know why I continue to monitor these things. They were so nasty about her appearance on the Maroon 5 TODAY show appearance. They were so nasty about it. I actually refrained from watching footage simply because I didn't want to be tempted to sink to that level. My conscience would not allow me to partake of those nasty comments. As angry as I was with her...I felt compelled to defend her...and yet my wounded soul wanted to join in and pick at her vulnerabilities. I chose instead to refrain from all mentions of the event and to not even view the footage. It was perhaps the most adult decision I've made in the last 3 years.
These conflicting emotions are still present...and they trouble me. I want to forget all of it...our 3 year friendship, our rift....her existence. I think by eradicating her from my memory is the only way to be at peace. It's just that this goes against everything in my nature. I don't ever forget....I don't run from conflict. I'm not THAT coward who retreats and hides when they're wounded. Yet for my peace of mind and to maintain my integrity....i must...
Knowing this concert was gonna be in her town....i so desperately wished for her to be excluded from attending....i didn't want her to have another notch in her belt. And to find that she attended with my "replacement".... that was just another slap in the face. I shouldn't care, and mostly i don't....but it wounds my pride. MY PRIDE. Is it any wonder PRIDE is the deadliest sin? The easiest to commit and the hardest to avoid. I assisted my good friend in obtaining the audio of the concert to be distributed amongst the fans...and all the while it went through my mind....don't send it to HER. LEAVE her off the mailing list. I actually thought about lying to my friend and telling her i wasn't able to rip the show....but i love and respect her too much to lie to her. Besides there were other fans i call friends that weren't able to listen online. To deny them would be unjust and cruel. Even as i emailed the file to her....my heart and soul were crying out to deny HER....deny Her the sweat of my labor. I had to wash my hands of it to keep the bitterness from invading.
It infuriates me that her betrayal and callousness still affect me. I honestly don't know that i'd want her for a friend again.....she proved herself to be a false one....but I refuse to give her power over me any longer. I will be free of her once and for all. Let her false nature be her downfall...i'll have nothing more to do with it or her. I believe in Karma....and it seems....now that i no longer defend her she's gone into hiding. Blocking her twitter and refraining from adding friends she does not know personally. The attacks i fear will only increase in frequency and severity...i can see it already. I hope she develops that thick skin and fire i always encouraged for her....my influence has given her more strength than she possessed before. May it serve her well.
I hope you had a good time at the concert last night, and i hope the ones coming up are equally as great. .....
maybe one day i will mean it whole heartedly.....for now......its a sentiment i wish i felt.....and THAT will have to suffice.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
'Misery' Has A Violent Concept Behind It
'Misery' Has A Violent Concept Behind It: "'We like to switch it up. The next one will be about drugs,' frontman Adam Levine says."
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Happy Fucking Mother's Day...
People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad. ~Marcel Proust
I just received a call from my mother saying that my grandmother has just passed. Strangely enough, I'm numb. I'm not sad, or broken hearted at all. I'm angry. Why does this keep happening to my family? Haven't we suffered enough tragedy to last several lifetimes? In a way this is an anticlimactic end to four years of waiting. Its been one close call after another and its almost a relief to have it end. I feel like such a shit thinking this but its true. I didn't go to the hospital. I refuse to go and wait for another member of my family to die. I've done it too many times and I absolutely will not do it EVER again. I feel so numb...what is wrong with me? I should be torn up with grief and I'm not. What kind of cold-hearted bitch have I become? Is it shock? Will it hit me unexpectedly in a day or two? I can't feel my heart beating...is it because its dead? There is no ache, no piercing pain....THAT I'm familiar with. Its what I felt when my granddad died twenty-two years ago. Its what I still feel when I think of him, even after all these years. I felt it when my uncles and aunts died, when my cousins died, when my friends and surrogate parents died....and yet....I feel nothing for my grandmother. I felt nothing for my brother's unborn child. I'm completely and totally devoid of feeling.
My grandmother wasn't the cookie-baking, rosy cheeked grandma of Norman Rockwell paintings. She was a snake-killing, ass-kicking, curse-spitting ornery old lady. She boxed our ears, took green limb switches to us behind the house, and smacked us across the head when we acted up. She didn't shower us with hugs and kisses, we hugged and kissed her hello and goodbye and that was it. We were made to hang out the laundry when we were around, work the snow cone stand, mow the lawn and clean the yard. We knew she loved us but she was a woman who grew up in a time when children worked the land and field alongside the adults. We weren't coddled or sheltered. We were given a childhood where we knew who we could trust and depend upon...our family. If we had NOTHING else but our family we knew we were rich beyond measure. My childhood wasn't all gumdrops and lollipops, but it was rich in character.
I don't know. I guess in a way, my grandma died ages ago when her spirit died. The woman who passed today was only a pale shadow of the woman who was. I said my goodbyes and made my peace with her passing a long time ago. Now its time to bury the shell that was left behind. MY grandma died....a small piece of her buried with each of the children she buried. Three infants that passed before their first year, 2 daughters and 2 sons taken in their prime. I feel she probably couldn't handle another child dying before her and with my aunt so close herself....my grandma may have let go of life before death could take from her another beloved daughter. I guess that's a curse of large families. You have lots of love and happiness but you also bear lots of sorrow and death. Its the natural order of things I suppose, but it doesn't mean I have to like it.
I've known too much death in my lifetime. I'm tired of losing my loved ones. Maybe its a blessing to be numb. I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. I should just learn to accept the little blessings.
Maria de Jesus Recio y Rodriguez
September 15, 1927 - May 9, 2010
I love you Grandma Sue and will miss you always.
Our death is not an end if we can live on in our children and the younger generation. For they are us, our bodies are only wilted leaves on the tree of life. ~Albert Einstein
Friday, January 8, 2010
The END....
Today is the last day of the digital cleanse. I survived!!! I am back on twitter and facebook and life is GOOD!!! I proved to myself that I CAN do without both...but I so don't want to!
This experiment proved to me that I really am an ANTI SOCIAL person. I was perfectly content to occupy my time with singular endeavors that left me in my solitude. In spite of not having that social contact with my friends via the internet I still was not interested or motivated to seek social interaction with people face to face. I'm just not that into people. I've always joked that the only person I care to commune with is myself...but it IS infact true. I've also proved to myself that I am an insomniac. Even without twitter to keep me online 'til all hours of the morning I could not fall asleep before 4 am.
I realize I need to force myself to seek personal connections outside of the internet. I have friends and family but I'm just not into seeking them out. The ONE friend I do care to spend time with has a busy life and demanding job as well as health issues that prevent her from going out. Maybe I NEED to seek her out on her terms. I'm a horrible friend I guess. I need to work on that this coming year. She and I do however have a date later this month to see Dallas Green in Austin. I need to make sure she's still up to it. I already bought the tickets but if she's not up to it I'll need to make other arrangements. Or maybe sell them. I hope she still wants to go. I think she'd enjoy it. She needs to get out and have some fun once in a while too.
The biggest thing I realized during this cleanse is that I get ALL my news from twitter. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. But I was so out of the loop this week. I'm not big on television...mostly because the programming on ALL channels is pretty much shite! I'm usually scanning the news tweets for important stories and info both locally and world wide. This week however I didn't even think to look at the websites. I'm so used to the quick headlines in the form of tweets. I think I need a more rounded approach to my new intake.
This was indeed an educational experiment. I appreciate what I learned about myself. I now see that my will is stronger than I first assumed, but I also observed that my social skills are weak. Things I will most definitely need to work on this year.
Thank you John Mayer for suggesting this adventure....but if you ever try this again...You're on your own buddy. I'm embracing my addictions and my weaknesses!! :o) I missed my friends and my twitter!!! ;o)
And yes!!! I managed to keep my fish alive through clever manipulations of my nephew and niece...they liked the application when I showed them before the new year...so getting them to log onto my facebook to feed my fish was an easy sell. And I also had a friend feeding them so they were well maintained. Now I'm back to my twitter and fishville addictions.
Look out Twitter...The BITCH is BACK!! and I'm not talking about Elton John!! ;o)
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