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Damnation and hallelujah
Feb. 21st, 2003 10:44 amIt's Sylvie's fault. At one point yesterday, she passed a song along to me, so of course, I started listening to it. Then I started uttering a long list of profanities. It was a song that I'd been looking for for about 4 months, and here it was, innocently dropped off in my lap. Jeeeeeez. The song in question? Hallelujah, as performed by Rufus Wainwright, on the Shrek soundtrack.
I'd tried looking for the song in the past, but let's face it, there's some dude named Handel that kind of overwhelms any such idea.
Another problem: it didn't sound quite right. The version I had in my head was a little more... I don't know... soulful? Hence the commencement of the search, which so far has led me to Leonard Cohen... but I'm not quite sure it was his version I had in my head. Bloody Borders samples ran out too quickly. Anyway, it started me on a kick of music buying (or more accurately, music wish-listing) that made me reconsider a couple of pieces like Martin Sexton's "Wonder Bar", which, oddly enough, contains a song called.... Hallelujah.
Does the Devil wear a suit & tie
Or does he work at the Dairy Queen
Does he listen to Rock & Roll
Does he feed the mean
Singing Hallelujah
(I shall now stop here as to not become one of those LiveJournal Users who feel that their lives can be better expressed in the words of the pop sensation of the week rather than actually bothering to think)
So I came out of Borders $25 poorer and 2 CDs richer... the aforementioned Martin Sexton disc and Bill Hicks' "Flying Saucer Tour Vol. 1". I was pleasantly surprised to find out thast the latter existed, as well as yet another compilation disc that isn't just stuff of the first 4 albums. Dammit, I wish I'd known about him when he was alive, I would have followed him to one of those podunk, rathole dens of redneck inbreeding that he called a venue.
(And for the curious, for the purposes of this entry, I'm considering Bill as damnation, mk. 1)
Damnation mk. 2: song virii (thanks, Gale). Yesterday, I'd had one song infesting my brain: Johnny Cash's cover of Nine Inch Nails' "Hurt". Today, there's that, plus the Rufus Wainwright Hallelujah, plus the Martin Sexton Hallelujah. All of that is occasionally interspersed with thoughts of fight scenes (I want my gauntlets, dammit) backed with "Log In" from the Avalon soundtrack. At least I'm getting some variety in today.
Further damnation: a rant. You want to run something at the event? Great! But you don't have money to do it, so could you maybe get an advance? Well, we don't do that, but I can spring a couple of my own bucks if you can get me receipts because I'm the trusting sort (read: STOOOOOPID, but I'm a Mushnik, so you already knew that). However, it is NOT MY RESPONSIBILITY TO FIND *YOU* TO HAND YOU THIS MONEY. The *least* you could do is fucking well *attempt* or *offer* to find me to get the money on your own. We'll ignore the fact of how many other resources were blithely ignored in trying to arrange this. Credit cards? Boyfriend for a ride/loan? Argh. One more week, that's all I need to last.
I'd tried looking for the song in the past, but let's face it, there's some dude named Handel that kind of overwhelms any such idea.
Another problem: it didn't sound quite right. The version I had in my head was a little more... I don't know... soulful? Hence the commencement of the search, which so far has led me to Leonard Cohen... but I'm not quite sure it was his version I had in my head. Bloody Borders samples ran out too quickly. Anyway, it started me on a kick of music buying (or more accurately, music wish-listing) that made me reconsider a couple of pieces like Martin Sexton's "Wonder Bar", which, oddly enough, contains a song called.... Hallelujah.
Does the Devil wear a suit & tie
Or does he work at the Dairy Queen
Does he listen to Rock & Roll
Does he feed the mean
Singing Hallelujah
(I shall now stop here as to not become one of those LiveJournal Users who feel that their lives can be better expressed in the words of the pop sensation of the week rather than actually bothering to think)
So I came out of Borders $25 poorer and 2 CDs richer... the aforementioned Martin Sexton disc and Bill Hicks' "Flying Saucer Tour Vol. 1". I was pleasantly surprised to find out thast the latter existed, as well as yet another compilation disc that isn't just stuff of the first 4 albums. Dammit, I wish I'd known about him when he was alive, I would have followed him to one of those podunk, rathole dens of redneck inbreeding that he called a venue.
(And for the curious, for the purposes of this entry, I'm considering Bill as damnation, mk. 1)
Damnation mk. 2: song virii (thanks, Gale). Yesterday, I'd had one song infesting my brain: Johnny Cash's cover of Nine Inch Nails' "Hurt". Today, there's that, plus the Rufus Wainwright Hallelujah, plus the Martin Sexton Hallelujah. All of that is occasionally interspersed with thoughts of fight scenes (I want my gauntlets, dammit) backed with "Log In" from the Avalon soundtrack. At least I'm getting some variety in today.
Further damnation: a rant. You want to run something at the event? Great! But you don't have money to do it, so could you maybe get an advance? Well, we don't do that, but I can spring a couple of my own bucks if you can get me receipts because I'm the trusting sort (read: STOOOOOPID, but I'm a Mushnik, so you already knew that). However, it is NOT MY RESPONSIBILITY TO FIND *YOU* TO HAND YOU THIS MONEY. The *least* you could do is fucking well *attempt* or *offer* to find me to get the money on your own. We'll ignore the fact of how many other resources were blithely ignored in trying to arrange this. Credit cards? Boyfriend for a ride/loan? Argh. One more week, that's all I need to last.
