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[livejournal.com profile] anjibobanji inspires me a lot on a daily basis, but today specifically I got led back to the BPAL website, thinking perhaps there might be some aromatherapy magic there for me to give some added boost, healing, whatever. I was reading around and jotting down titles of scents to try, and one of them sounded familiar, so I looked in my little box of imps. Sure enough, I had it. It's called "Fire of Love", and yeah, I know, it's goofy or hippy or woowoo or ridiculous -- pick your adjective -- but damn if it didn't work. Suddenly I was wanting a quickie before work and I wasn't able to make it happen it but I almost don't even care, I'm just sort of thrilled to be experiencing lust, rather than feeling like locking myself in a bathroom and sitting on the floor for several hours. Oops, overshare.

I saw Borat and thought it was silly fun. Maybe because all the big parts had been spoiled for me, I wasn't particularly shocked by anything, whether it was the fcked up racist remarks of the frat boys or him taking a dump by the Trump Towers sign. The naked wrestling was interesting, because everyone around me in the theatre was howling/groaning, in that way where they were shocked and laughing at the same time, whereas I was sort of....turned on while occasionally snickering. And for some reason the part made me laugh outloud (and I was the only one who did, so it seemed more pronounced) was when Borat is reunited with his estranged best friend who he finds on the streets of Hollywood being a Charlie Chaplin impersonator: "But I did not come to California to fight a man dressed like Hitler."

On The Raybear Show, I think I will start a new segment called "Really Late Reviews." In which I talk about movies, tv shows, songs, whatever, way after everyone else does. One part of this will include random mini-reviews of songs on my ipod that came up during the commute. And remember, no matter what I'm saying about these songs, I also love them. I mean, they're on my ipod and I care enough to analyze.

"The Call (Remix)" - Backstreet Boys w/ Clipse. This wins the award for the easiest $16,000 for 16 bars, ever. Ok, I'm guessing about the amount, but the year this song came out, Grindin' just came out and the Clipse were super hot and the Neptunes were producing everything that was being played on MTV and on this, I swear, all they say is, "This is the Neptunes, the Clipse and the Backstreet Boys, holla.....Don't stay up and wait, cause I'ma be home real late." It's kind of a brilliant.

"Overjoyed" - Mary J. Blige. Have you ever wanted to do Stevie Wonder at karaoke but were too shy because you can't really sing? Listen to this song and you too will feel empowered to get on stage. [Acknowledgement: this mini-review is an interpolation of [livejournal.com profile] sharkysmachine's assessment of J-Lo's "You Belong to Me"]

Ok, this isn't a review, just a question to the audience. In Usher's song Caught Up, he says "her body is so tight, got me looking for her in the daytime with a flashlight." What the hell does that mean?
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Alice Coltrane died on Friday. (Ignore the fact that the article interchanges Hinduism and Vedantism, although maybe I'm wrong in thinking they are two separate things.)

I was turned on to Alice Coltrane the same time I also got turned onto Cecil Taylor, and by the same source -- the music geeks upstairs at Borders where I worked in college. I was in the "books" section but I would go visit them, because of course, it was all the cool folks there. I mean this saracastically and earnestly. (Oh isht, I just realized while writing this [livejournal.com profile] saltjam is going to know exactly who I'm talking about.) So anyway, it was some Saturday and Brett was laughing because he'd just driven some customer away by playing "crazy jazz" and I asked who it was and went home to look it up. Sunday mornings soon became a popular time to play the Priceless Jazz collection of Alice Coltrane. We had a lack of good promo CDs that could be played during working hours, and this was on the shortlist. I have a copy of this CD but I don't think I swiped it from the promo bin, I think I bought later.

I don't 'get' all her music. I mostly just listen to three main albums: Journey to Satchidananda, Ptah the El-Daoud, and A Monastic Trio. I have a few others, but they're super out there. But I'm not opposed to wrestling with hard music and so someday I might come upon them and figure it out. Or maybe not. But I always loved reading her interviews and articles on her life and liked knowing she was still out there and I'm sad she's gone from this time and space that I'm currently inhabiting too.

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