So, I haven't blogged much at all lately. I just haven't been much in the mood. I might get into the whys later, provided that hurricane Wilma doesn't blow me across Tampa. Granted, the odds of that are pretty low, but one never knows. I am getting really excited about the Aimee Mann concert this Thursday. I'm actually far more excited about Aimee than I was about the Alanis concert. I've finally admitted to myself that Alanis isn't really as great as I once thought. I realized that what really drew me to Alanis was the raw emotion in her songs. She was mad and depressed and she sang about it unflinchingly. It wasn't so much her lyrics, it was her overall tone. However, her tone has completely changed and her skill as a writer isn't enough to back it up. I don't even have her last 3 albums on my iPod anymore, I just couldn't keep pretending to like them. Though, I did try.
Anywho, this week's Aimee song is one of my favorites from her latest album, The Forgotten Arm. What really amazes me is that I genuinely dig every song on the album.
Particularly Little Bombs:
Posted by Mike at October 23, 2005 10:37 PMFrom the 22nd floor
Walking down the corridor
Looking out the picture window down
On SycamoreWhile perspective lines converge
Rows of cars and buses merge
All the sweet green trees of Atlanta burst
Like little bombs
Or little pom-poms
Shaken by a careless hand
That drives them off
And leaves againLife just kind of empties out
Less a deluge than a drought
Less a giant mushroom cloud
Than an unexploded shell
Inside a cell
Of the Lennox HotelOn the 22nd floor
Found a notice on my door
While outside, the sun is shining on
Those little bombs
Those little pom-pomsLife just kind of empties out
Less a deluge than a drought
Less a giant mushroom cloud
Than an unexploded shell
Inside a cell
Of the Lennox HotelInside a cell
Of the Lennox HotelInside a cell
Of the Lennox HotelInside a cell
Of the Lennox Hotel