I’ve been looking back at my old Lost music videos lately and stuff i did at college. I really miss it got the sudden urge to make some more music videos. Not sure what for though. I have a Kyle XY one i need to upload and a few other stuff from college.

They’ll be on my old channel (Piperlulu) cause all the others are on that one and i can’t be bothered to reupload all of  the others.

If you have any ideas on what music videos i should do / what song to use. Lemme know

Lu x

Thirst Without Drowning is Girls Are Robots first EP and I can honestly say that their CD cover is one of the best covers I’ve seen in the past year. Thankfully, their music lives up to it.

The first thing I noticed about this band was their phenomenal logo. I love the balance between the blocky, electronic Robots and the flowing script of Girls and that this balance carries over into their music.

GAR’s music has a dark and sumptuous feel that sounds like it would be at home in a vampiric dance club somewhere deep in the heart of San Diego or Miami. Each track maintains a perfect combination of synth and vocals to keep the listener in an enjoyable trance – almost tasting the song.

Where The EP Works Best

The Beats – The beat of all the songs on this EP are infectious. They pull the listener in and are fun to listen to.

The Orchestral Accents – Throughout Thirst While Drowning there is a rich undercurrent of orchestral infusions that give GAR their creepy feel.

The Synth – Girls Are Robots manage to consistently apply just enough synth to make their music, well, robotic without altering it beyond comprehension.

Where The EP Falls Short

The Lyrics – In places, GAR’s lyrics are repetitive and while this works particularly well on Girl, You Are A Robot, on other tracks it’s annoying to the point of hitting the skip button.

Originality – I have heard a lot of music that is similar to this EP but I don’t count that as too serious an offense. I firmly believe that music isn’t always about doing something no one else has done, but about doing it better than anyone else does. Girls Are Robots does.

Ruling

Thirst While Drowning is an excellent EP by an interesting band. While every track may not be album-worthy, this preview is definitely something to hold onto to make the wait for an actual album easier. I highly recommend you download this EP immediately if you like Panic! At The Disco or if your music collection is in need of a pick-me-up. If the Girls Are Robots EP is any indication of the quality of their debut album, I suggest you sign up now to buy two.

Rating: 4 of 5 stars.

To download the EP and for more information visit: http://www.girlsarerobots.com

- Dru Saxton February 4th, 2010

After much deliberation, I decided to sort through the Daily Prompt site ( here ) and find ones that I liked to write about. I found the prompt that I’m using in my next post. I thought it was rather fitting.

I have spent all day – literally from 10.30 this morning when I was asked up until three minutes ago when I happily dumped the thing in the skip outside – trying to unjam our shredder.

It, obviously, did not work.

I’m pretty sure it was more than ten years old though, so I don’t feel too bad about losing the beast, but my pride is smarting rather thoroughly after not being able to fix a simple piece of machinery.

The problem, summarized:

Someone *cough* robin *cough* didn’t empty the shredder when I told them it was full, but, instead, continued shoving sheets of paper into the thing forcing it to chomp on stuff it didn’t have room for. This caused a back up. And that evolved into a jam. Eventually, there was enough blockage to stop the bottom cutting edge rotary thing from spinning which meant that ( as people continued to shove MORE paper into it. Sometimes, you know, I could just swear I’m working with a bunch of geniuses. ) a HUGE clog of paper got trapped up at the top of the spindle thing.

I tried. I honestly did. But to no avail. Even though I took the shredder apart:

And took off the bottom and stuck my hand where it CLEARLY said not to stick it! ( the exclamation point and all ), I couldn’t get the clump out.

The solution, summarized:

We threw the shredder away. It may have succeeded in not letting me use it properly, but, in the end, I won.

Know why?

That hunk o’ garbage is sitting in the dumpster.

So THERE.

Also: Double you and what do you get?

Eight eyes and a spider.

Huh?

Yeah, I wear glasses so… 4×2=8. Yeah?

Whatever.

xxdruxx

Post Script Note: I love that there is a “dru is fail” tag and I love even more that there is a “dru is ( occasionally ) win” tag. LOVE! xxx

Guppie: You Give me Chills…They’re multiplying

Dru: I’ve tasted blood and I want more…

G: She’s got eyes comparable to sunrises

D: When you are with me, I’m free.

G: Through the fires of life I seek you in the night

D: I like where we are when we drive in your car <3

G: And if you only hold me tight we’ll be holdin’ on forever

G: [ You're amazing ]

D: [ :p those aren't lyrics ]

D: Wise men say 'Only fools rush in,' but I can't help falling in love with you.

G: Bring my stone heart to life, find this dead soul in love, becoming

D: I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more just to be the girl who walked a thousand miles to fall down at your door.

G: I’d stop the world and melt with you

D: I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned.

G: Lovin’ that’s what I got

D: If you got murdered I'd avenge your death.

G: And on my deathbed, I will pray ot the gods and the angels, Like a
pagan, to anyone who will take me to heaven to a place I recall I was there so long ago. The sky was spruce the world was bland and there you led me on.

D: You don't know how lovely you are. I had to find you, tell you I need you, tell you I set you apart.

G: I know this pretty little rave girl I always think about her and when she says hi to me butterflies go right through me

D: I miss you, I miss you. You're already the voice inside my head.

G: I’m infected with you pull the plug already, tell me before I go that you’re infected with me

D: So breathe in so deep, breathe me in I'm yours to keep

G: I planted a seed of hope next to the river of life, in the plains of faith, and from that seed I got you

D: I'm broken, when I'm lonesome and I don't feel right when you're gone away.

D: Joy to you and me!

It happened spontaneously and stretched across several hours.

This is why Guppie is perfect for me. I’ve tried to play that game with people before, but it just didn’t work.

Mad props if you can name all ( or any ) of the songs.

xxdruxx

Examining the packaging of Lindsay Aline’s eponymous debut album, I expected a light, slightly cliché, Michelle Branch-esque acoustic album. What I got was so much more.

Some of Lindsay’s music – particularly the slower tracks like Please – could easily be found playing softly in the foyer of the local theatre, her soaring voice adding that extra hint of sophistication to the proceedings. Other tracks, such as the opening Reach, remind me of the early, pre-Fallen work of Amy Lee.

Nearly every song feels as though it has been tenderly crafted until Aline was completely satisfied that the resulting track is the best that it could possibly be. I love seeing this kind of dedication in music and when it’s paired with obvious and real talent like Lindsay’s, the result is a true treat to listen to.

Where It Works Best

The music is clean – Aline’s flowing piano allows her voice to shine through, giving the listener a chance to appreciate her vocal dexterity.

The subject matter – Her songs are very personal, yet maintain enough ambiguity to not just be a girl at a piano singing about her boyfriend or her cat.

The style – I’m not exactly sure what genre this album falls into, but the style is a consistent jazz-broadway-1930s-inspirational mix throughout and matches Aline’s voice perfectly.

Where It Falls Short

The lyrics – In places, particularly the chorus of Illusion, the lyrics seem overburdened; it sounds as though Aline tried to force more words into the song than actually fit.

That is the only real flaw that I noticed. There are one or two instances where it sounds as though she almost missed a note, but neither of these points are severe enough to detract from the
album as a whole.

Ruling

Do I think she’ll ever be famous? Possibly. Norah Jones made it big. However I doubt that Aline will ever be magnificently famous. Her music is refined, elegant and beautiful – unfortunately that just doesn’t tend so sell well today. That sad fact aside, I highly recommend that you add Lindsay Aline to your music collection today, particularly if you enjoy bands like Sleeptheif or more delicate jazz groups.

Lindsay Aline is a fantastic singer: her poignant lyrics and gorgeous melodies reflect her devotion to her music. Here is an artist who makes music because she is passionate about it, not to make a profit. In a music industry cluttered with mediocrity, that passion and the music it creates are as refreshing as a glass of fresh water in the middle of the Australian Outback.

Rating: 4.5/5 stars.

For purchasing and more information please visit: http://www.lindsayaline.com/

- Dru Saxton, January 28th 2010

I remember, when I was younger, my mother telling me that she had promised her mom when she was a little girl that she would always live with her mom and take care of her.

My mother moved out when she went to college around 19 or so and moved back in with my grandparents permanently when I was nine and she was like…30?

I remember that we were walking into a store – I believe it was Wal-Mart – and my no-nonsense 13-ish year old self said:

“Well, I will not live with you forever. When I move out, I’m staying gone. Sorry”

That was several years ago now and back when I idolized my mother and wanted to be exactly like her in every way.

I remember a bunch of occasions when I said things about how I would never support her like she supported my grandparents and…

I guess the reason I started this blog [ And when I say "the reason" I mean "the reason that I just came up with because the original reason I started writing this was because it was too large to fit in a tweet and I thought it bore enough merit to be shared with the rest of the world." ] is to showcase just how different my mother and I are. And to take time to focus on a positive point of my mother.

Mom supported a lot of Grandma and Grandpa’s lives for most of my young life. I think. I’m not entirely sure and there’s no such thing as truth in my family. But she took care of them, as far as I understand it.

And, since she forced grandpa out, I’ve realized why she did it.

For all of my mother’s faults – and I’m sure you’re at least somewhat familiar with them if you read my twitter or blog with any sort of regularity – she loved my grandmother almost flawlessly. The devotion and affection she felt for that woman is incredible.

I wish I loved my mother like that.

But I don’t like getting hurt.

So…let’s meditate on how it is possible for someone who I dislike so profoundly to gain my respect. And how it’s probably possible for someone you dislike equally hugely to have at least one characteristic that you could respect as deeply.

Also: The hallway smells like toasted pop tarts. The TACC boys toasted some, I think. They’re Cherry, I believe. They smell like yum.

xxdruxx

Listening to: Lindsay Aline – What Would It Be Like; just poignant enough to almost make me cry whilst writing this blog. And I’ve listened to the album like 9 times. Literally. I just checked the play count and I’ve listened to her album 9 times. Individual tracks up to 12 times.

[ when i think of family, it makes me sad. i want my own family because mine doesn't support/love/care for/whatever me. ]

xx

Winter.

Winter is my least favorite season. Not because it’s cold, wet, windy, grey, forbidding or depressing, though those would all be wonderful reasons to despise this season.

I hate winter because of the disease the plays out in the around… Well, the air around me. I generally get sick for the first time in MONTHS around mid-November. I then spend the next, oh you know, UNTIL SPRING sick from various viruses, bacteria, plagues… Basically, everything that could make me sick enough to fall asleep at work ( or school ) but leave me well enough to feel like I’m being bad if I stay home.

Not even a month ago ( okay, so maybe a little over a month ago. It was just after Thanksgiving, I believe. ) I got really sick and was off work for almost two weeks. I’ve been off for almost a week, this time with some kind of cold thing, that has made my throat sore, my head hurt, my tiredness super a lot, and my stomach really sore on Friday night. Ironically, just after I had happily noted that I was almost better and I hadn’t been even a little sick. I hate being sick.

Hate it!

Tomorrow, I’m going back to work, whether or not I have to run to the bathroom and puke in a bucket. Because our bathroom keeps wooden buckets for just such occasions. Doesn’t yours?

Yeah, I didn’t think so.

Dru’s Bane = Illness.

My mother kept me much too clean as a child. I’m way, way low on the “disease resistance” front. I need like a Mantle of Healthiness or something.

Yes, I’ve been watching/playing Oblivion quite a bit. Mostly sitting and watching one of the guys play on the xbox while I crochet or rest. I’m a loser.

It’s pretty alright. More later, when I’m not sleeping.

Kitty is nomming. And it actually sounds like noms. Like “munch” from games. Very hilarious

xxdruxx

I woke up like 15 minutes ago to go to the bathroom.

And then I realized that the sun was rising and that it must be getting late in the morning.

And THEN I realized that Guppie’s every day alarm was set for seven. So I rummaged and found it and turned off the alarm. At 6.55. Not a moment too soon.

I feel like I stopped the bomb with ten seconds left on the timer.

I’m going back to sleep for two hours.

Happy birthday JD!

xxdruxx

My boyfriend talks in his sleep.

An alarm just went off that woke us both up momentarily.

During this brief awakening, Guppie asked me, quite seriously “Did you rip it out of his head?” I said “What?!” and he repeated himself. I asked him what he meant and he said “Your gold.” I answered that I had and he asked me how it felt. I said it was awesome but that there wasn’t very much gold there. He “mmed” sympathetically and rolled over.

I swear, that child says some of the oddest things in his sleep.

Like shouting “WHY?!” and responding to my “why what?” with “Why do you like it when I talk on my tongue?!” Not in. On. So strange.

Well, my sick self is going back to sleep. Night

xxdruxx