Today, at work, I investigated the music of Rilo Kiley. I'd listened to some before, but today I went through two albums. I fell in love. Made my afternoon SOOOO much better.
I am somewhat out of the music scene down here (who am I kidding-I’m never IN the music scene), so I have no idea if they are totally irrelevant now, or if everyone has heard of them, or listens to them constantly and I'm the last to jump on the wagon, but I don't care. They are a party in my ears.
On another note (no pun intended), it is really hot here. Like, really, really, really hot. Stifling. Suffocating. Molesting. The good thing is, I'm constantly freezing so when I walk outside I get a chance to thaw. Unfortunately in 60 seconds I am sufficiently thawed, and I start to sweat. Woot for Texas.
I'm sick of the Michael Jackson mania. For about a week I really enjoyed it. I watched music videos for days, shared dancing memories with co-workers, and hummed 'Thriller' and 'Beat It' constantly. Now his passing is just a cheap, easy, shallow topic for the networks. Nevertheless, R.I.P MJ. Your talent has led to many memorable and enjoyable moments. Jumping on my older sister's bed singing along to the Dangerous album, re-learning 'Thriller' for every Halloween dance, late nights freshman year watching music video anthologies, screaming in laughter at the face transformations in 'Black or White.' Thank you!