"A little bit of this. A little bit of that. A pot, a pan, a broom, a hat. . ."—Anatevka, "Fiddler on the Roof." This is a blog about everything and nothing. A little parenting, a little humor, some poetry, news, essays, a lot of music. I don't want to waste your time, just send positive vibes into the blogosphere. Oh, yeah, my name is Sarah Torribio. Enough about me, how are you?
Friday, January 28, 2022
Flash Fiction: "Deborah"
Thursday, January 27, 2022
Song of the Day: "Tesla Girls" by OMD
Saturday, January 22, 2022
Song of the Day: "Six Different Ways" by The Cure
I just realized yesterday something I'd forgotten, that "Six Different Ways" by The Cure, off the lads' 1985 album The Head on the Door, is the best song in the world.
The writer in me wants to somehow evoke the production, which ranges from sweeping violin to introspective but upbeat toy instrument riffs. To say there's heroin and fairy dust on this album. To risk scoffing by suggesting that, just maybe, the production on this sound is equal if not better to: The Beatles on "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band"; Phil Spector's girl group wall-of-sound; and Quincy Jones dance floor-on-fire micro- to macro layering on Michael Jackson's "Thriller."
But that would be pedantic, and very possibly inaccurate. How does a music writer even try to describe Robert Smith and The Cure. (Don't get me started on the weird charm of Robert Smith side-project The Glove, whose "Blue Sunshine" album is a mashup of The Cure and Siouxsie and the Banshees. That's saying something)
But instead I've decided to keep my loop-accompanying review simple and heartfelt.
I just realized yesterday something I'd forgotten, that "Six Different Ways" by The Cure is the best song in the world.
Song of the Day: "Sleep to Dream" by Fiona Apple
Doesn't this song get cooler every year? My song of the day, "Sleep to Dream, is one of the best off Fiona Apple's stunning 1996 debut, Tidal.
Song of the Day: "Bound for the Floor" by Local H
I just got a hankering for this catchy and angsty number. The rhyme scheme of the chorus is like some perfect math equation. And if you haven’t screamed out “You know you’re so pathetic!” in your car, you haven’t lived.
My song of the day is "Bound for the Floor" by Local H.