<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517</id><updated>2011-07-28T07:27:12.947-07:00</updated><category term='Get Over the Dork Podcast'/><category term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><category term='What is this anyway?'/><category term='Break-Up Gossip'/><category term='What we talk about when we talk about love'/><category term='Fun Boy Crush Stuff'/><title type='text'>30 Days to Getting Over the Dork You USED to Call a Boyfriend</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-2838365385872312945</id><published>2008-01-28T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:24:18.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dent May and His Magnificent Ukelele :: When You Were Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you were mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I gave you all of my money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time after time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You done me wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R56nev9bshI/AAAAAAAAAPM/yVQ1T6KyI4o/s1600-h/l_55274e15c95b6059a34e466d707de612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R56nev9bshI/AAAAAAAAAPM/yVQ1T6KyI4o/s320/l_55274e15c95b6059a34e466d707de612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160746369725215250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dent May and His Magnificent Ukelele, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/01%20When%20You%20Were%20Mine%20%28Prince%20cover%29.mp3"&gt;"When You Were Mine"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. this is the Prince song and yes, Dent May plays a magnificent ukelele, that is no euphemism. I know, too many covers can be cloying, but this one is both sweet and sad, lovely and lilting. I like his achy-break-y voice. And I believe Dent May is heartbroken over the girl. I'm not sure, in spite of a whole lot of emotion, that Prince is in fact all that shook up. I mean, he's Prince. He may be short, but he is potent if you get my drift. The man gots all the ladies. But anyway, I don't mean to slag Prince. His original version, from Dirty Mine, is flipping gorgeous. Okay then. So Dent is from Mississippi. And I still have to do that little spelling thing m-i-ss-i-ss-i-pp-i thing to spell it. He likes John Waters and Tab. So I like him. There have been plenty of other covers, I could do a whole week of just this song: Cyndi Lauper. Tegan &amp;amp; Sara. Mitch Ryder. Casiotone for the Painfully Alone. Ani DiFranco. Crooked Fingers (I need to track that one down!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a related note to my book (but not to this post) I recently was a guest on more than a dozen radio programs promoting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 DAYS TO GETTING OVER THE DORK YOU USED TO CALL YOUR BOYFRIEND&lt;/span&gt;. A few were fun, some were embarrassing, one was truly embarrassing. Wanna hear me on Dr. Alvin Augustus Jones "Eternity in Your Heart" family radio programming in Virginia? &lt;a href="http://www.dralvinjones.com/"&gt;Go ahead.&lt;/a&gt; Okay you probably really don't want to. It's um, painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an un-related note... did you see my very own brother posted a note on my site. I just noticed. Yipee! I love my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/dentmay"&gt;More &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;about Dent May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; :: &lt;a href="http://www.ludicra.org/"&gt;More about my brother!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-2838365385872312945?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/2838365385872312945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=2838365385872312945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/2838365385872312945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/2838365385872312945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2008/01/dent-may-and-his-magnificent-ukelele.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R56nev9bshI/AAAAAAAAAPM/yVQ1T6KyI4o/s72-c/l_55274e15c95b6059a34e466d707de612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-5232717304164084159</id><published>2008-01-15T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T13:07:51.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eagle Seagull :: I'm Sorry But I'm Beginning To Hate Your Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't give a damn who lead who on &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's of no concern to me &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could tell the new man, please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To hang up my shirt &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he takes it off your shoulders &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the least he could do &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're going to share you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R40f5qU_RjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ir-0zckhPyg/s1600-h/_MG_3261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R40f5qU_RjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ir-0zckhPyg/s320/_MG_3261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155812223884412466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagle Seagull, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/02%20I%27m%20Sorry%20But%20I%27m%20Beginning%20To%20Hate%20Your%20Face.mp3"&gt;"I'm Sorry, But I'm Beginning To Hate Your Face"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, snap. Ok I have never written or uttered those words together, but Oh how I do live the snarkiness and sharpness of those lyrics.  The song goes on to recount how she isn't the same person anymore, how they don't talk, all the things that lead to the heart-breaking end of a relationship. This Lincoln, Nebraska based band is big in Germany. And Austria. And why they aren't big here I don't know. I like Eli Mardock's breathy, pained voice. I really, really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.eagleseagull.com/apples/"&gt;Eagle Seagull&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-5232717304164084159?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/5232717304164084159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=5232717304164084159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/5232717304164084159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/5232717304164084159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2008/01/eagle-seagull-im-sorry-but-im-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R40f5qU_RjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ir-0zckhPyg/s72-c/_MG_3261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-1506659447960179370</id><published>2008-01-14T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T08:12:12.038-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Smile And A Ribbon :: The Boy I Wish I Never Met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The boy-oy I wish I never met&lt;br /&gt;The boy-oy I wish I never met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R4o2XaU_RiI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2UGw_Q5NnJA/s1600-h/969256874_736f1939fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R4o2XaU_RiI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2UGw_Q5NnJA/s320/969256874_736f1939fb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154992499311199778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Smile And A Ribbon, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/01%20The%20Boy%20I%20Wish%20I%20Never%20Met.mp3"&gt;"The Boy I Wish I Never Met"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I don't know the lyrics, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt;. This is another Swedish band, this one comprised of Rebecca Melhman and Martin Lindqvist. Their MySpace page mentions that they basically took Rebecca's failed relationship and set it to music. Sounds perfect for this here blog, no? This song starts off slow, soft and fuzzy and then at about a minute and ten seconds in the drums and guitar kick in and it's a lovely low-fi pop gem that you can pogo round the house to singing "The boy-oy that I wish I never met..." It's still a little fuzzy and soft 'round the edges and that's just a-ok in my book. Their song "Book Cover" is equally fine for this mix tape and frankly, so is the rest of their tunes. Lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about A Smile And a Ribbon can be &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/asaar"&gt;found here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-1506659447960179370?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/1506659447960179370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=1506659447960179370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/1506659447960179370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/1506659447960179370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2008/01/smile-and-ribbon-boy-i-wish-i-never-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R4o2XaU_RiI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2UGw_Q5NnJA/s72-c/969256874_736f1939fb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-150898581632431544</id><published>2008-01-09T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T09:31:05.194-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Boy Least Likely To: Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh but I need some time off from that emotion &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to pick my heart up off the floor &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when that love comes down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without devotion &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it takes a strong man baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I'm showing you the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RZ6IoZEZqRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m0COh4zWYwg/s1600-h/boy-least-likely-to.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RZ6IoZEZqRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m0COh4zWYwg/s320/boy-least-likely-to.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016597262442801426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boy Least Likely To, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/02%20Faith%20%28George%20Michael%20Cover%29.mp3"&gt;"Faith"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have posted this one before as well, but hopefully there are many new folks to these pages now in this, the SECOND DAY OF MY BOOK BEING AVAILABLE. And well, you can never go wrong with hand claps or George Michael covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love the Boy Least Likely To! This English duo (with a handful of other musicians playing things like recorders and glockenspiels) have been releasing singles and EPs since 2003.  They have one full length, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Best Party Ever&lt;/span&gt; and it's a delightful confection, so sugar coco pop with sing along choruses and beautiful instrumentation, the stand-outs being "Be Gentle With Me" and "I'm Glad I Hitched My Apple Wagon to Your Star."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here they cover the George Michael Dear John letter of a song, "Faith." Oh the inner turmoil and angst George wrote about, wanting his lover so but knowing he was better off without. And this is one of those kiss-off songs that is too much fun NOT to sing along with. So put it on loud and dance around your room in your jammies. This track is from their website and if you go there, link below, you can download even more tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.theboyleastlikelyto.co.uk/"&gt;More about The Boy Least Likely To&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.lyrics007.com/George%20Michael%20Lyrics/Faith%20Lyrics.html"&gt;Full lyrics to "Faith"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-150898581632431544?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/150898581632431544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=150898581632431544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/150898581632431544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/150898581632431544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/01/boy-least-likely-to-faith-oh-but-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RZ6IoZEZqRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m0COh4zWYwg/s72-c/boy-least-likely-to.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-4148664813140208450</id><published>2008-01-08T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T11:44:40.291-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Donovan Woods : I Ain't Saying She's Better Than You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And all of the things you showed to me&lt;br /&gt;That lead me to this solemn decree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ain't sayin' she's better t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;han you, you see&lt;br /&gt;She's just better, than you, for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Raa9ftIAptI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0IMPJJbY5EM/s1600-h/469850575_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Raa9ftIAptI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0IMPJJbY5EM/s320/469850575_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018907187137783506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donovan Woods, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/04%20I%20Ain%27t%20Saying%20She%27s%20Better%20Than%20You.mp3"&gt;"I Ain't Saying She's Better Than You"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, I posted this long ago. If you've been with me, you know. But I had to, on this, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE DAY MY BOOK COMES OUT&lt;/span&gt;, pick the best break-up song, possibly, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break-up songs don't get any more truthful and forthcoming than this. This may be difficult to hear, this song. But I think it's worth it. Not just for the beauty of the music, or his wistful voice or delicate guitar, but the incredibly succinct sentiments here that I suspect are behind many, many break-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lessons here gals, there are lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a guy opening up and being honest, he found someone better. Not a better person, just better &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R4PRsaU_RfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/oVTKvTZN3UA/s1600-h/DORK.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R4PRsaU_RfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/oVTKvTZN3UA/s200/DORK.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153192959553783282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, not to be overt or blunt here but hey, it is a blog for a book and that book comes out TODAY!!!! So head on over to Amazon.com, if you feel like it of course, and check it out, purchase it, tell your friends, you know the rest. It does make a great gift!!!!!! xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Days-Getting-over-Dork-Boyfriend/dp/0385735499/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1199819985&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;BUY IT HERE&lt;/a&gt; (how was that for blunt?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.myspace.com/donovanwoods"&gt;Donovan's MySpace Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.twotimes.ca/donovan.html"&gt;More Songs By Donovan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-4148664813140208450?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/4148664813140208450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=4148664813140208450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/4148664813140208450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/4148664813140208450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/01/donovan-woods-i-aint-saying-shes-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Raa9ftIAptI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0IMPJJbY5EM/s72-c/469850575_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-5934243641123191232</id><published>2008-01-04T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T10:36:25.482-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Julie Feeney :: You Bring Me Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to catch the bee in your bonnet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turn it inside out with you on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R30qSKU_RQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/6EsZq8vA58M/s1600-h/juliefeeney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R30qSKU_RQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/6EsZq8vA58M/s320/juliefeeney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151320040280114434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie Feeney, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/06%20You%20Bring%20Me%20Down.mp3"&gt;"You Bring Me Down"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie Feeney is an Irish singer songwriter who used to perform (as a singer, not a dancer) with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Riverdance&lt;/span&gt;. But don't hold that against her. She's actually got a very quirky and loverly sound. She's also an elementary school teacher, or at least she went to school and graduated as one. Cute, no? This song is such a kiss-off. This is from her CD &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;13 Songs&lt;/span&gt; which finds her playing eleven instruments on, including the toy-like tinklings of the recorder, harmonium and accordian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More about &lt;a href="http://www.juliefeeney.com/"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-5934243641123191232?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/5934243641123191232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=5934243641123191232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/5934243641123191232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/5934243641123191232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2008/01/julie-feeney-you-bring-me-down-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R30qSKU_RQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/6EsZq8vA58M/s72-c/juliefeeney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-5433800190030238172</id><published>2008-01-03T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T10:06:31.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;April McLean:: Rock, Paper Scissors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t know why I should care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m always looking for something in you that’s not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it doesn’t seem fair but it’s all that we’ve got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because the truth is you can’t be someone that you’re not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R30i6aU_ROI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5SLBTTzfspo/s1600-h/photo-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R30i6aU_ROI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5SLBTTzfspo/s320/photo-full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151311935676826850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April McLean, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/04%20Rock%2c%20Paper%2c%20Scissors.mp3"&gt;"Rock Paper Scissors"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very catchy song about a crappy relationship that is dissolving, or should be. April sounds a little like Aimee Mann and Sam Phillips (the voice of the Gilmore Girls) and even a little Marti Jones (so 90s!) Songs from her first CD were on the show Felicity. Oh I loved Felicity. I need to get that on DVD. But I digress, this is a pop nugget ideal for a break-up mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Read more about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.aprilmclean.com/"&gt;April&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-5433800190030238172?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/5433800190030238172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=5433800190030238172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/5433800190030238172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/5433800190030238172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2008/01/april-mclean-rock-paper-scissors-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R30i6aU_ROI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5SLBTTzfspo/s72-c/photo-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-5232774087069495711</id><published>2008-01-02T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T10:18:22.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anna Terneheim :: To Be Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave the body leave the mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Leave the body leave the mind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every promise every place behind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just happen to feel so alone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today for all days to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R30mqqU_RPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/l_DZgbEmXws/s1600-h/490px-Anna_Ternheim_IMGP3786_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R30mqqU_RPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/l_DZgbEmXws/s320/490px-Anna_Ternheim_IMGP3786_1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151316063140398322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Ternheim, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/01%20To%20Be%20Gone.mp3"&gt;"To Be Gone"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You know I love the Swedes. Anna is Swedish and she's won a few Swedish Grammys and October 07 saw the US release of her second CD. This is from her first though. This song isn't clearly about a break-up, but it's so melancholy and delicately dark and, if you'd decided to sulk for an afternoon in your misery (something I think is ok as long as we are in fact talking about an afternoon and not an abundance of afternoons) well this would be really gorgeous and well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;effective&lt;/span&gt; on that soundtrack. I like Anna, check out her new CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about &lt;a href="http://www.annaternheim.com/?setLanguage=1/"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-5232774087069495711?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/5232774087069495711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=5232774087069495711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/5232774087069495711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/5232774087069495711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2008/01/anna-terneheim-to-be-gone-leave-body.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R30mqqU_RPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/l_DZgbEmXws/s72-c/490px-Anna_Ternheim_IMGP3786_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-2228006705645635059</id><published>2007-12-13T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T09:22:59.106-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Gossip :: Careless Whisper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm never gonna dance again&lt;br /&gt;guilty feet have got no rhythm&lt;br /&gt;though it's easy to pretend&lt;br /&gt;I know you're not a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Ryoc7KCZfzI/AAAAAAAAALY/roEWuFlW58w/s1600-h/TheGossip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Ryoc7KCZfzI/AAAAAAAAALY/roEWuFlW58w/s320/TheGossip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127942928347004722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gossip, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/18%20Careless%20Whisper.mp3"&gt;"Careless Whisper"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's George Michael week here at the blog. Beth Ditto is as formidable a character as Rufus (see yesterday) and she tackles this song with her own brand of ruthless dancability. It's a whole new song! And yet, still an homage to the bad behavior that lurks in all night dance clubs. Yip yip yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanna know more &lt;a href="http://www.gossipyouth.com/"&gt;Gossip&lt;/a&gt; huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-2228006705645635059?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/2228006705645635059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=2228006705645635059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/2228006705645635059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/2228006705645635059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/11/gossip-careless-whisper-im-never-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Ryoc7KCZfzI/AAAAAAAAALY/roEWuFlW58w/s72-c/TheGossip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-2867641744396587954</id><published>2007-12-12T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T11:22:21.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ben Folds and Rufus Wainwright :: Careless Whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color:#000000;" &gt; I'm never gonna dance again&lt;br /&gt;guilty feet have got no rhythm&lt;br /&gt;though it's easy to pretend&lt;br /&gt;I know you're not a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should've known better than to cheat a friend&lt;br /&gt;and waste the chance that I've been given&lt;br /&gt;so I'm never gonna dance again&lt;br /&gt;the way I danced with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RyobG6CZfyI/AAAAAAAAALQ/rGBLubD7NY0/s1600-h/folds9906_narrowweb__300x390,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RyobG6CZfyI/AAAAAAAAALQ/rGBLubD7NY0/s320/folds9906_narrowweb__300x390,0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127940931187212066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color:#000000;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds and Rufus Wainwright, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/Careless%20Whisper.mp3"&gt;"Careless Whisper"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a much covered song and rightfully so... the drama! Especially in the hands of Rufus, who delivers his lines with the same cabaret stylings that have made his Judy Garland show infamous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh George Micheal how ye have written so many great heartbreaking odes to bad choices! Tomorrow, someone else will tackle this tune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you're looking for more on Ben Folds or Rufus Wainwright, you can start at &lt;a href="http://www.benfolds.com/"&gt;any&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.rufuswainwright.com/"&gt;of&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.pastemagazine.com/action/article/706/review/concert/ben_folds_rufus_wainwright_guster"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3u5USWUCTI"&gt;places&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-2867641744396587954?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/2867641744396587954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=2867641744396587954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/2867641744396587954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/2867641744396587954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/12/ben-folds-and-rufus-wainwright-careless.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RyobG6CZfyI/AAAAAAAAALQ/rGBLubD7NY0/s72-c/folds9906_narrowweb__300x390,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-6407442015839914624</id><published>2007-11-10T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T11:56:54.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of Montreal :: Voltaic Crusher/undrum To Musted Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything is in the trash, and it's my fault&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've destroyed us, I know, it's unrecoverable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If there's a God he will repair your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If there's a God, send her an angel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make him handsome and clever and not crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you notice something wonderful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love her volcanically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R17pwcX8ouI/AAAAAAAAALg/9iJxhPtoH2c/s1600-h/ofmontreal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R17pwcX8ouI/AAAAAAAAALg/9iJxhPtoH2c/s320/ofmontreal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142804842963313378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Montreal, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/02%20Voltaic%20Crusher_undrum%20To%20Muted%20Da.mp3"&gt;"Voltaic Crusher/undrum To Musted Da"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa how I love the lyrics to Of Montreal songs. They are whack. While this song isn't from the latest release, "Hissing Fauna, Are You The Destroyer?" it's so wonderfully weird and peppy and dark all at the same time. This is a song, a gloriously poppy song sing from the point of view of a real jerk who knows he is a real jerk and who knows he's treated his gal horribly and has remorse but knows he cannot change. How's this for a line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You gave me your hand, I gave you a fist, Please don't lose any sleep over me, baby, I hardly exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yowsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanna know more about &lt;a href="http://www.ofmontreal.net/flashsite/index.html"&gt;Of Montreal&lt;/a&gt;? Or would you like to see a random and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VeIL7juFE0"&gt;bizarre video&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-6407442015839914624?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/6407442015839914624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=6407442015839914624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/6407442015839914624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/6407442015839914624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/11/of-montreal-voltaic-crusherundrum-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/R17pwcX8ouI/AAAAAAAAALg/9iJxhPtoH2c/s72-c/ofmontreal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-8382464863092094836</id><published>2007-11-01T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:24:14.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rick Springfield :: Jessie's Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know I feel so dirty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when they start talking cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to tell her I love her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but the point is probably moot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RyoZTqCZfxI/AAAAAAAAALI/KMJiOv9_rI0/s1600-h/PRM2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RyoZTqCZfxI/AAAAAAAAALI/KMJiOv9_rI0/s320/PRM2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127938951207288594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick Springfield, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/15%20Jessie%27s%20Girl.mp3"&gt;"Jessie's Girl"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A classic 80s unrequited love song with a hammering back beat. Back when this song came out I thought, "Who wouldn't want Rick Springfield? He's so hot! I'd pick him over Jessie!" I'm old. You got to love how straightforward the lyrics were in pop songs in the 80s. There was no art to it. No subtlety. Just rhymes. It was just enough to work the word "moot" in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rickspringfield.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where is Rick Springfield now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-8382464863092094836?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/8382464863092094836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=8382464863092094836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/8382464863092094836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/8382464863092094836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/10/rick-springfield-jessies-girl-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RyoZTqCZfxI/AAAAAAAAALI/KMJiOv9_rI0/s72-c/PRM2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-6205558702600155836</id><published>2007-10-15T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T15:43:26.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rilo Kiley :: Breakin Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to all the pretty words&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will never speak&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to all the pretty girls&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RxPs5CIzepI/AAAAAAAAALA/Itry5QLV6_s/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RxPs5CIzepI/AAAAAAAAALA/Itry5QLV6_s/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121697665820883602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rilo Kiley, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/04%20Breakin%27%20Up%201.mp3"&gt;"Break' Up"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a wacky Rilo Kiley song. I mean, lyrically it sure it is fitting for this blog. Heck, it's titled "Breakin' Up" but musically it's very Seventies with plenty of Yvonne Elliman-esque oohs and echoes. After multiple listens I'm not sure how I feel about those. Not like the sly and sassy quirky LA rock of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Execution&lt;/span&gt;. But I do like the twist in the lyrics where she says she "feels good to be free." Kiss. Off. And it's not like I'm wholly against &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Under the Blacklight&lt;/span&gt;. I like much of that record. "Silver Lining" for instance. And that song is appropriate for this blog, too. But how can I ignore a song called "Breakin' Up"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.rilokiley.com/splash/"&gt;Rilo Kiley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.rilokiley.com/splash/"&gt;Rilo Kiley in Concert on NPR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-6205558702600155836?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/6205558702600155836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=6205558702600155836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/6205558702600155836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/6205558702600155836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/10/rilo-kiley-breakin-up-heres-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RxPs5CIzepI/AAAAAAAAALA/Itry5QLV6_s/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-4039964381287581872</id><published>2007-08-06T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T11:12:46.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hal :: My Eyes Are Sore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My eyes are sore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Too many tears gone and fall over you my girl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And happiness isn't for sure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you get what you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rrdi2hxiNXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fhGfdkRTEmc/s1600-h/505147316_e695fd4677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rrdi2hxiNXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fhGfdkRTEmc/s320/505147316_e695fd4677.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095650192311596402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/06%20My%20Eyes%20Are%20Sore.m4a"&gt;"My Eyes Are Sore"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal is a band, not a person. Just want to get that out of the way. This was definitely one of my favorite CDs of 2005 (I think it was 2005?) Super Beatles-esque Brit band that has the full blown wall of sound thing down. All the songs are gorgeous pop orchestrations that sound amazing on headphones. This song's lyrics are simple and sad, but the way they are executed is uplifting and makes me want to dance all flitty up the walls like a little fairy girl. This song isn't even one of my faves from the CD which is chock full of gems. I love the song "Coming Right Over" and when I am down, if I put it on loud and then louder still, it will always cheer me up. A highly recommended CD if you like your pop British, sugar pop sweet and lush like a snow white angora rabbit in a purple velvet coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.halmusic.com/splash.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More about Hal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I apologize, I totally stole that picture of Hal from &lt;a href="http://images.search.yahoo.com/search/images/view?back=http%3A%2F%2Fimages.search.yahoo.com%2Fsearch%2Fimages%3Fp%3Dhal%2Bband%26ei%3DUTF-8%26fr%3Dyfp-t-501%26x%3Dwrt&amp;w=500&amp;amp;h=333&amp;imgurl=static.flickr.com%2F222%2F505147316_e695fd4677_m.jpg&amp;amp;rurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.flickr.com%2Fphotos%2Fstunt_penguin%2F505147316%2F&amp;size=96kB&amp;amp;amp;amp;name=505147316_e695fd4677.jpg&amp;p=hal+band&amp;amp;type=jpeg&amp;no=3&amp;amp;tt=4,013&amp;oid=9125572e00dccaca&amp;amp;fusr=stunt_penguin&amp;tit=HAL+at+the+Roisin+Dubh&amp;amp;hurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.flickr.com%2Fphotos%2Fstunt_penguin%2F&amp;ei=UTF-8&amp;amp;src=p"&gt;this flicker&lt;/a&gt; account. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-4039964381287581872?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/4039964381287581872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=4039964381287581872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/4039964381287581872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/4039964381287581872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/08/hal-my-eyes-are-sore-my-eyes-are-sore.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rrdi2hxiNXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fhGfdkRTEmc/s72-c/505147316_e695fd4677.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-237742781091901850</id><published>2007-08-05T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T16:46:15.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maria McKee :: Drinkin' In My Sunday Dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The telephone is by the bottle, which is always by my bed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time I give it a rattle to make sure it is not dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will wait here for your call till I run out of cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love to play the part of the damsel in distress&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flicking ashes in my coffee, drinking in my Sunday dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RrZeUhxiNVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NpEiu3Sikmg/s1600-h/MARIA_MCKEE_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RrZeUhxiNVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NpEiu3Sikmg/s320/MARIA_MCKEE_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095363735172822354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria McKee, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/11%20Drinkin%27%20In%20My%20Sunday%20Dress.mp3"&gt;"Drinking In My Sunday Dress"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back. Took a little leave to work on the follow up to the Dork book (I know, this one isn't even out yet) and to fiddle with some other projects. So back to sad songs and lost love laments. I fell madly and passionately in love with Lone Justice when that first record came out. Maria McKee, the lead singer of that long defunct band, has the most adorable spitfire voice, it cackles and spits at you but it's also so sweet which is why this song from her solo career is so awesome. My favorite part is at the end where she just starts yelling and freaking out and cussing and you know when she was recording this she was twisting and turning and kicking. There is venom in this here song full of every vice in the world. A great singalong for sad, sassy days. Maria McKee is making the rounds currently touring and she's still a spitfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More about: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.mariamckee.com/"&gt;Maria McKee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-237742781091901850?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/237742781091901850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=237742781091901850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/237742781091901850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/237742781091901850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/08/maria-mckee-drinkin-in-my-sunday-dress.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RrZeUhxiNVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NpEiu3Sikmg/s72-c/MARIA_MCKEE_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-1584955251759174223</id><published>2007-06-12T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T14:41:49.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Old 97s :: Book of Poems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well it's bad luck and it's a hard luck story&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry I ain't sticking around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got a real bad feeling that a book of poems ain't enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RnG0DnraC9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/FpguLTNfCbg/s1600-h/old97s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RnG0DnraC9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/FpguLTNfCbg/s320/old97s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076036229306911698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="text"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/1-12%20Book%20Of%20Poems.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old 97s, "Book of Poems"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, a book of poems probably isn't enough, Rhett. I also like the line, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It seems like years ago, it was yesterday."&lt;/span&gt; How often has that happened? You have a day that feels like a year and when it's over and done for you feel like you've walked through coals from here to New Zealand. I like this one because it's from the perspective of a cool guy who has made a few mistakes and he's realizing he can't talk his way out of this one. From their CD &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Satellite Rides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Click on the link below because they just completed a new podcast and are apparently functioning as a band still in spite of Rhett's so-so solo career. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.old97s.com/news/archive.html"&gt;More about the Old 97s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-1584955251759174223?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/1584955251759174223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=1584955251759174223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/1584955251759174223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/1584955251759174223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/06/old-97s-book-of-poems-well-its-bad-luck.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RnG0DnraC9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/FpguLTNfCbg/s72-c/old97s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-8567034650231049941</id><published>2007-05-02T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T20:27:10.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin :: House Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We did what we could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To save this house from falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But it burns because it's wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And now you’ll never call me darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh_d44FVV-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Py9yL9nnIDs/s1600-h/SSLYBY-01-wide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh_d44FVV-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Py9yL9nnIDs/s320/SSLYBY-01-wide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053001276130154466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/SSLYBY%20-%20House%20Fire.mp3"&gt;"House Fire"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of hype about this band and in all honesty, I ignored it because I assumed from their name that they were either  one of those bands that boys like that I just don't get or that they were electronica which you know I have a yearly quota for and anything over that just sounds the same and bored me to tears but see, I was wrong, as I often am, on both counts. They're very much a touchy-feely band with songs about love and lost love and turns out, according to one interview I read, were mostly owritten for one of the guy's exes. So there you go. I was way wrong. This song is pretty in an indie rock, we're on the OC sort of way. I have an annual quota for those types of songs too, but I haven't filled it just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.daytrotter.com/article/1/first-post"&gt;SSLYBY on Daytrotter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.morawk.com/boris/"&gt;More about SSLYBY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-8567034650231049941?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/8567034650231049941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=8567034650231049941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/8567034650231049941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/8567034650231049941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/05/someone-still-loves-you-boris-yeltsin.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh_d44FVV-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Py9yL9nnIDs/s72-c/SSLYBY-01-wide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-5933486777324334509</id><published>2007-04-25T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T11:43:48.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jarvis Cocker :: Don't Let Him Waste Your Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          Well, you can stay all night if you want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You can hang out with all of his friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You can go and meet his mother and father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hmm, you better make sure that's where it ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh_c44FVV8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/t5l1w54tjeU/s1600-h/bw064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh_c44FVV8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/t5l1w54tjeU/s320/bw064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053000176618526658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarvis Cocker, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/02%20Don_t%20Let%20Him%20Waste%20Your%20Time.mp3"&gt;"Don't Let Him Waste Your Time"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so here is the thread-- the British Jarvis Cocker wrote some of the lyrics on Charlotte Gainsbourg's latest CD, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5:55&lt;/span&gt; (see yesterday's post) as well as contributing to Air's most recent CD, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pocket Symphony&lt;/span&gt;. And, he was on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monseiur Gainsbourg Revisited&lt;/span&gt; CD that was a reworking of some of Charlotte's dad's songs. This here song was originally written for Nancy Sinatra (of "These Boots Were Made for Walking" fame) in 2004. He released it last year. It starts out earnest enough, but then gets a bit snotty along the way, maintaining a solid swagger throughout and I like it. In case you didn't know, Jarvis Cocker was the lead singer of Pulp. And, perhaps &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; importantly, he was in the Weird Sisters, the fictional wizard band from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/jarvspace"&gt;Jarvis Cocker's MySpace page&lt;/a&gt; :: &lt;a href="http://www.pulponline.com/"&gt;More about Pulp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-5933486777324334509?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/5933486777324334509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=5933486777324334509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/5933486777324334509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/5933486777324334509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/04/jarvis-cocker-dont-let-him-waste-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh_c44FVV8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/t5l1w54tjeU/s72-c/bw064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-8117198728558930035</id><published>2007-04-24T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:41:47.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Charlotte Gainsbourg :: Everything I Cannot See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're my life, you're my hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the chain, you're the rope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're my god, you're my hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the sky, you're myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the reason I'm living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're all that I have to discover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Ri55Y5_q0dI/AAAAAAAAAJw/E4GcN8MVcYU/s1600-h/450px-Charlotte_Gainsbourg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Ri55Y5_q0dI/AAAAAAAAAJw/E4GcN8MVcYU/s320/450px-Charlotte_Gainsbourg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057112900375335378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte Gainsbourg, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/cg_everything.mp3"&gt;"Everything I Cannot See"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever see her in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/span&gt; with William Hurt? The Franco Zefferelli directed movie? Ohh-wee, it was good. I had wanted to see it -- I LOVE that book -- but had missed it and kept forgetting at the video store (still no Netflix for me, alas) and then when I was down and out and sick and home and in bed and in need of something, anything to watch, there it was, right from the beginning and everything. Charlotte was a great Jane, plain enough, but with this air, this majesty that made you understand how Mr. Rochester falls in love with her. Anywho, you may already know that her Dad was Serge Gainsbourg (if you know who Serge is, I'm sure you know this is her daughter) but in any case, he was a famous oft-controversial French musician. And her mom is chanteuse and actress Jane Birkin. But wait, I've not told you of this bizarre song. This is typical of her lineage-- it's a boozy, hazy, whispered lament of love and it's backed, as is the whole album this is from, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5:55,&lt;/span&gt; by the French band Air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.charlottegainsbourg.fr/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More about Charlotte Gainsbourg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.pocket-symphony.com/"&gt;More about Air&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-8117198728558930035?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/8117198728558930035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=8117198728558930035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/8117198728558930035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/8117198728558930035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/04/charlotte-gainsbourg-everything-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Ri55Y5_q0dI/AAAAAAAAAJw/E4GcN8MVcYU/s72-c/450px-Charlotte_Gainsbourg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-7071655245623591068</id><published>2007-04-16T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:24:49.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maia Hirasawa :: And I Found This Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about life&lt;br /&gt;We talked about time&lt;br /&gt;We talked about me&lt;br /&gt;While he was looking around&lt;br /&gt;He was searching for something new and exciting&lt;br /&gt;While I was standing there right in front of him - hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh_dW4FVV9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3FahGaTc50o/s1600-h/maia_band%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh_dW4FVV9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3FahGaTc50o/s320/maia_band%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053000692014602194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maia Hirasawa, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/05%20And%20I%20found%20this%20boy.mp3"&gt;"And I Found This Boy"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't say I'm desperate, I'm not!&lt;/span&gt; The best line - but unfortunately I have no idea what she's saying before or after that line so I didn't lead in with it. In fact, I'm guessing about all the lyrics to this song, she just has a few mouthfuls, a couple of complicated turns-of-phrases and with the slight accent (she's from Sweden, and is in Hello Saferide, too), well it's all too adorable. I love the back-up singers on this track too. It reminds me of Esthero's "Everyday Is a Holiday (With You)" although that one is all about rainbows and unicorns and love and how wonderful life is and well it's not, by any stretch of the imagination, a break-up song. Quite the opposite. So this song is, I think, about how she's looking for someone, even for one night (that part of the lyrics, I got) and she finds this boy, but not only does he have a girlfriend but he knows all about her exes. Am I right? I dunno. It's hard to follow, but I love this song, it's so filled with life and vigor and energy and girlish charm, and even though the video is her and a guy in a giant rat suit in a men's bathroom, I still envision a whole Singing in the Rain dance number on some wet foreign street - with canes!- when I hear it. This CD will most definitely end up on my top ten of 2007, and I can say that with confidence even though it's only April. It's all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maiahirasawa.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maiahirasawa.com/"&gt;More about Maia Hirasawa&lt;/a&gt; :: &lt;a href="http://www.hellosaferide.com/"&gt;More About Hello Saferide&lt;/a&gt; :: &lt;a href="http://www.klicktrack.com/shop/search.jsp?cp=223&amp;amp;a=maia+hirasawa"&gt;Buy this CD!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-7071655245623591068?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/7071655245623591068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=7071655245623591068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/7071655245623591068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/7071655245623591068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/04/maia-hirasawa-and-i-found-this-boy-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh_dW4FVV9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3FahGaTc50o/s72-c/maia_band%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-5381276313665306088</id><published>2007-04-13T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T11:28:15.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pelle Carlberg :: Clever Girls Like Clever Boys Much More Than Clever Boys Like Clever Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You should have listened to what Momma said&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And walked away with someone else instead&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have listened to what Grandma said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And married someone more like Fred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh5dcYFVV7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/HjxUC7BMszY/s1600-h/pelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh5dcYFVV7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/HjxUC7BMszY/s320/pelle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052578574038816690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelle Carlberg, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/08%20Clever%20Girls%20Like%20Clever%20Boys%20Much%20More%20Than%20Clever%20Boys%20Like%20Clever%20Girls.mp3"&gt;"Clever Girls Like Clever Boys Much More Than Clever Boys Like Clever Girls"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday French, today Swedish. Pelle Carlberg makes delightful pop music, I hear he's quite well known and popular in his country and I get it. Everyone sights early Belle and Sebastian when speaking of him. Who cares, it's not like B&amp;S created the concept of lush pop songs, they only perfected them. And frankly, Mr. Carlberg (he looks like a Mister, no?) writes exquisite lyrics and zinger song titles. "I Love You, You Imbecile" and "Go To Hell, Miss Rydell" and "How I Broke My Foot and Met Jesus" to name just a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This starts with those shakers and hand claps - ohh wee! I can't say enough about hand claps. Now the sentiment is a bit, well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daggy&lt;/span&gt;, I mean, clever boys like clever girls don't they? Of course they do. But not with the frequency as us smart girls, sadly. And certainly not in their early years. Oh those painful early years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.pellecarlberg.se/"&gt;Pelle Carlberg's Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.labrador.se/artists/pellecarlberg.php3"&gt;Labrador, his label&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-5381276313665306088?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/5381276313665306088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=5381276313665306088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/5381276313665306088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/5381276313665306088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/04/pelle-carlberg-clever-girls-like-clever.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh5dcYFVV7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/HjxUC7BMszY/s72-c/pelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-2895548068523897581</id><published>2007-04-11T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T08:39:27.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Soko: I'll Kill Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have met your friends&lt;br /&gt;We would have had a drink or two&lt;br /&gt;They would have liked me&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes I'm funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh2lgIFVV6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/NYNdzfo8epY/s1600-h/pack-EP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh2lgIFVV6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/NYNdzfo8epY/s320/pack-EP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052376328323815330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soko, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/01%20I%27ll%20Kill%20Her.mp3"&gt;"I'll Kill Her"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no one has ever told you not to take the advice of pop songs, let me be the first. Still, some folks find it fun to exercise their imaginations and plot wildly horrible acts, in song. This songs for you! This band is French, the gal sings in English with a heavy accent which makes the chorus, "I'll kill her" just sound so darn cute! The song is an ex-girlfriend's angry (but peppy and insane) threat to take out the new girl and a longing for what could have been. Okay it's more than a longing, it's a bit psychotic. The blog &lt;a href="http://www.theclerisy.com/afor/"&gt;Another Form of Relief&lt;/a&gt; suggested the narrator was never even in a relationship to break-up from and that it's more a  stalker-perspective ditty. I agree. Either way, it's perfect for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.myspace.com/thesokos"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soko's My Space Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-2895548068523897581?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/2895548068523897581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=2895548068523897581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/2895548068523897581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/2895548068523897581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/04/soko-ill-kill-her-i-would-have-met-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rh2lgIFVV6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/NYNdzfo8epY/s72-c/pack-EP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-9119338539776447066</id><published>2007-03-23T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T11:02:48.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bon Jovi :: You Give Love A Bad Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're a loaded gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's nowhere to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one can save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The damage is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Retj9nZ0GoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WyYydrHgxj0/s1600-h/Jon-Bon-Jovi-Poster-C10050342.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Retj9nZ0GoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WyYydrHgxj0/s320/Jon-Bon-Jovi-Poster-C10050342.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038230518344456834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Jovi, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/You%20Give%20Love%20A%20Bad%20Name.mp3"&gt;"You Give Love A Bad Name"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee. I can't say anything really, this song must rest on the laurels of it's brilliant lyrical content and Jon's equally brilliant hair don't. Have a great weekend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-9119338539776447066?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/9119338539776447066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/9119338539776447066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/03/bon-jovi-you-give-love-bad-name-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Retj9nZ0GoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WyYydrHgxj0/s72-c/Jon-Bon-Jovi-Poster-C10050342.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-492923210787244514</id><published>2007-03-21T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T09:36:45.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's Go Sailing :: Icicles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I know one day the sun will come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the icicles will have no choice but to melt &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll forget how this felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RfruqPUjfPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0t1kDI836-I/s1600-h/let%27s-go-sailing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RfruqPUjfPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0t1kDI836-I/s320/let%27s-go-sailing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042605142229351666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Go Sailing, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/03%20icicles.mp3"&gt;"Icicles"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't sound like such a sad song, does it? I mean the purty strumming and there is a hopefulness to the music. I believe this band has members in common with Silverspun Pickups, and I like that band well enough but they don't sound like this. This is Pop Music, capital P. And one of the Haden triplets is a part of this outfit too-- is it Tanya? Man, I should have gotten my facts on them straight before writing about them. Let's see, they're going to be on &lt;a href="http://kcrw.org"&gt;KCRW&lt;/a&gt; live in studio on Morning Becomes Eclectic this week. Maybe even today?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://letsgosailingmusic.com/"&gt;More About Let's Go Sailing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-492923210787244514?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/492923210787244514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=492923210787244514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/492923210787244514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/492923210787244514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/03/lets-go-sailing-icicles-but-i-know-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RfruqPUjfPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0t1kDI836-I/s72-c/let%27s-go-sailing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-5660326318448936449</id><published>2007-03-20T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T20:22:51.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Libbie Schrader :: Wish You Were The Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where do we go from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't think I can sleep this off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've already made yourself clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You think I would have had enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I wish you were the woman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I was the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When a man loves a woman the way I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He'll get her in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RfrrWfUjfOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DIq0nm9maqY/s1600-h/libbieschrader4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RfrrWfUjfOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DIq0nm9maqY/s320/libbieschrader4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042601504392051938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libbie Schrader, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/04%20Wish%20You%20Were%20The%20Woman.mp3"&gt;"Wish You Were The Woman"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schrader was in a band Think of England, that won all sort of Pantene-sponsored and Jewel (the singer) sponsored contests. Now she's a solo artist and she's still winning crap. She was a finalist in some International Songwriting Contest. You know I don't care about that stuff, I just like this song. It's pretty simple. And more importantly, it's fairly clever and I like clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this at the super-duper blog &lt;a href="http://staergetaleht.blogspot.com/2007/03/inbox-tuesday-gargantuan-post.html"&gt;The Late Greats&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.libbieschrader.com/index.shtml"&gt;More about Libbie Schrader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.kgrl.fm/fpa/libbieschrader.php"&gt;And even more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-5660326318448936449?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/5660326318448936449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=5660326318448936449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/5660326318448936449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/5660326318448936449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/03/libbie-schrader-wish-you-were-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RfrrWfUjfOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DIq0nm9maqY/s72-c/libbieschrader4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-253839679317695697</id><published>2007-03-16T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T11:12:03.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pink Nasty :: "Burn"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Really wanna work this out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I don't think you're gonna change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I do but you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Think it's best we go our separate ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tell me why I should stay in this relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rf7RqPUjfQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IaYpaF4ZHZM/s1600-h/msg-116483858162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rf7RqPUjfQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IaYpaF4ZHZM/s320/msg-116483858162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043699156298988802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink Nasty, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/01%20burn%20%28usher%20cover%29.mp3"&gt;"Burn"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You betcha, it's an Usher cover! Pink Nasty is an odd moniker for a solo artist. She is actually Sara Beck, a folksinger who lives in Austin. I don't know a ton about her (or Usher for that matter) but she sings this one earnestly enough, doesn't she? Hey, it's all about a relationship gone gummy bear sour and that makes it quite fitting for this here blog. FYI, she has another song floating around the internet that is a duet with Will Oldham and it's quite nice. But man, I just can't get over what a bad name Pink Nasty is. Yowsa. And remember, if you got any suggestions for break-up, dumping or otherwise down 'n' out tunes, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.pinknasty.net/"&gt;More about Pink Nasty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Burn-lyrics-Usher/FF4A0B2D9B3B9A3A48256E5600150622"&gt;Full lyrics to this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-253839679317695697?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/253839679317695697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=253839679317695697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/253839679317695697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/253839679317695697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/03/pink-nasty-burn-really-wanna-work-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rf7RqPUjfQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IaYpaF4ZHZM/s72-c/msg-116483858162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-2336194994684604479</id><published>2007-03-16T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T11:22:49.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Afghan Whigs :: Band of Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wait in the darkness of my lonely room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Filled with sadness, filled with gloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoping soon that you'll walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back through that door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And love me like you tried before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Retk_3Z0GpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/x68hhlMlgss/s1600-h/Afghan-Whigs-Sister-Brother-5137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Retk_3Z0GpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/x68hhlMlgss/s320/Afghan-Whigs-Sister-Brother-5137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038231656510790290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afghan Whigs, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/Band%20Of%20Gold.mp3"&gt;"Band of Gold"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1970 Freda Payne soul classic was covered by the Whigs on their Uptown Avondale EP on Subpop circa 1992. That was an EP of covers that also included the classic soul tune, "Come See About Me." I love the fuzzy take on this song and Greg Dulli, singer of the Afghan Whigs, knows pain. He brings it. The guy was reportedly way screwed up, seriously manic and a bastard. It pretty much showed in all his old recordings. This one, despite not being penned by him, let's it all flow too, which in Dulli terms also means he's gonna sing heart-achingly off-key. Dulli's current gig heading up the Twilight Singers, still has the soul swagger, less fuzz, more in tune. I like it, not love it. As a side note, I once had a profound and really life-like dream about Greg Dulli that involved brine shrimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/nowandthen/bandofgold.htm"&gt;Full lyrics to this song &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.summerskiss.com/"&gt;More about Afghan Whigs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-2336194994684604479?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/2336194994684604479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=2336194994684604479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/2336194994684604479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/2336194994684604479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/03/afghan-whigs-band-of-gold-i-wait-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Retk_3Z0GpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/x68hhlMlgss/s72-c/Afghan-Whigs-Sister-Brother-5137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-6815525894252245401</id><published>2007-03-08T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T14:38:17.212-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whiskeytown :: Excuse Me While I Break My Own Heart Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well excuse me if I break my own heart tonight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are born too strong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to learn how to fight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation keeps me drinking every goddamn day and night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation don't seem so right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Retm6nZ0GrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ja0vsdnjOAw/s1600-h/music.whiskeytown.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Retm6nZ0GrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ja0vsdnjOAw/s320/music.whiskeytown.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038233765339732658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskeytown, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/04%20Excuse%20Me%20While%20I%20Break%20My%20Own%20Heart.mp3"&gt;"Excuse Me While I Break My Own Heart Tonight"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around February 14th many publications put out lists of break-up songs in an attempt to be a little ironic around the love-y holiday. I don't mind a little irony. Pop Candy, the USA Candy blog helmed by Whitney Mathieson suggested this Whiskeytown song and I was bummed I hadn't already though of it and put it into my little DORK playlist in my iTunes. But now here it is. It's a pretty self-explanatory number, but I love how it has not just the lyrical content, but the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt; of self-destruction that I knew oh so well in my single days when I was hitting the bar five out of seven. I'd also play their song &lt;a href="http://www.musicsonglyrics.com/W/whiskeytownlyrics/whiskeytownemptybaseballparklyrics.htm"&gt;"Empty Baseball Park"&lt;/a&gt; if I were feeling this down and out and wanted to keep the bad mood flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.losthighwayrecords.com/whiskeytown/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.losthighwayrecords.com/whiskeytown/"&gt;More about Whiskeytown&lt;/a&gt; :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.tsrocks.com/w/whiskeytown_texts/excuse_me_while_i_break_my_own_heart_tonight.html"&gt;Full lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-6815525894252245401?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/6815525894252245401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=6815525894252245401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/6815525894252245401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/6815525894252245401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/03/whiskeytown-excuse-me-while-i-break-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Retm6nZ0GrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ja0vsdnjOAw/s72-c/music.whiskeytown.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-7568685644200366685</id><published>2007-03-04T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:46:58.118-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baboon :: Why'd You Say Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You said "I'm gone. I made up my mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I still want you back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I said HEY! Why'd you go away?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RetlqHZ0GqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iqpsG_lEuDw/s1600-h/baboon_band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RetlqHZ0GqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iqpsG_lEuDw/s320/baboon_band.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038232382360263330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baboon, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/06%20Why%27d%20You%20Say%20Die.mp3"&gt;"Why'd You Say Die"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those tunes that my husband had in his collection when we were dating and it caught my ear and stuck around. Make sure you wait around for the chorus where the emotion, the angst, the maniacal misery comes shooting out of singer Andrew Huffstetler with grisly intensity. And man, when he's not screaming, his voice is just drop-dead sexy. Oh and I love the swirling feedback-y guitars toward the end that speed up into the proclamation: "Oh God I swear I hate you..." This is one compact nugget of break-up pain, from 1996's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Face Down in Turpentine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Wikipedia says the band once appeared on Walker, Texas Ranger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.baboonland.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about Baboon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-7568685644200366685?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/7568685644200366685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=7568685644200366685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/7568685644200366685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/7568685644200366685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/03/baboon-whyd-you-say-die-you-said-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RetlqHZ0GqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iqpsG_lEuDw/s72-c/baboon_band.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-1400612984073356422</id><published>2007-03-02T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T09:37:35.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Journey : Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It won't be long, yes till you're alone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your lover, oh, he hasn't come home&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's lovin' oohh, he's touchin',&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's squeezin' another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RehgqXZ0GnI/AAAAAAAAAHY/gV_MkvADBnY/s1600-h/Journey-11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RehgqXZ0GnI/AAAAAAAAAHY/gV_MkvADBnY/s320/Journey-11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037382464166959730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/11%20Lovin%27,%20Touchin%27,%20Squeezin%27.mp3"&gt;"Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to finish out this week with some stinky cheese. I hope I don't reveal that I am way old if I tell you that I actually ached for a boy with the help of this song when it came out. But I was a wee tot then, barely old enough to ache for a boy. The drama of the 80s is so damn enviable. I mean there was no pretense of intellect or art, it was just about the vengeful whine, the painful, vengeful whine. If you're really getting over someone right here, right now, I really and truly suggest this song because it will cut to the chase, it will squeeze every bit of lingering pain from your bones till you're standing in a puddle of it. Or a puddle of water on your bathroom floor, because seriously, this is a total sing-in-the-shower-tune. C'mon everybody &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nanananana nana nana nana nanananana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and can you name another song with three -in' words?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-1400612984073356422?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/1400612984073356422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=1400612984073356422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/1400612984073356422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/1400612984073356422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/03/journey-lovin-touchin-squeezin-it-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RehgqXZ0GnI/AAAAAAAAAHY/gV_MkvADBnY/s72-c/Journey-11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-3615509772222640660</id><published>2007-02-28T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T12:28:31.540-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Elderly :: Haga Nygata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I smile, pretend I'm happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I know it's just a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the girls keeps passing by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RdI8oxRV_ZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hXb8yny1UYs/s1600-h/elderly-front.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RdI8oxRV_ZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hXb8yny1UYs/s320/elderly-front.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031150404844780946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eldery, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/Elderly,%20The%20-%2002%20-%20Haga%20Nygata.mp3"&gt;"Haga Nygata"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking-a I love this song. I love this song better than I love cupcakes. But I'm unsure about much of the lyrics. The band is Swedish, I believe and I can't find much more on them. But they clearly aren't singing in their native language, note the "girls &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keeps&lt;/span&gt; passing by" sentence. Haga Nygata is, I believe, a quarter or district in Goteborg, Sweden. And I think it's supposed to be a very romantic and artsy part of the town. And I'm imagining that this boy is sitting here in this poetic place, all alone, maybe even heartsick, intensely people watching. Now is this a break-up song? Maybe not. It's definitely melancholy and sad and a bit pitiful. And simply beautiful. Isn't it comforting to hear boys, whom I imagine are beautiful and blonde, sing with such doleful anguish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this on &lt;a href="http://swedesplease.blogspot.com/2007/01/update-on-elderly.html"&gt;Swedes Please&lt;/a&gt;, a Swedish music blog. This is not the same band, also called The Eldery, from the US, who play a sort of college-jam-rock that I dislike so. I have found no other song or info on this Swedish Elderly, sadly. That's quite poetic in itself, ain't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-3615509772222640660?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/3615509772222640660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=3615509772222640660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/3615509772222640660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/3615509772222640660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/02/elderly-haga-nygata-i-smile-pretend-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RdI8oxRV_ZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hXb8yny1UYs/s72-c/elderly-front.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-4903138193688516984</id><published>2007-02-28T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T12:25:49.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Boy Crush Stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mancrush.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mancrush.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/ReT5lrifaaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8OXqLdS9LJM/s1600-h/johnkrasinski_nbctca05_240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/ReT5lrifaaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8OXqLdS9LJM/s320/johnkrasinski_nbctca05_240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036424709044922786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a fun way to waste a half hour online. It's a website where you can rank your man crushes. Jon Stewart has led for awhile now, but Stephen Colbert and Jim Halpert are on his tail (I'd like to think I  had a little something to do with JH climbing the ranks...)  I'd like to think this is a place where smart boys can rule because it's smart girls making the calls, or clicks as it were. Me? I put in my two cents for JS, SC and JH as well as Jeff Tweedy (580), John Cusack (41), Colin Firth (48), Jim Henson (163), Seu Jorge (264) and MacGyver (365). Oh and I docked points from Bruce Willis, Keanu, Jude Law, and that NY baseball player who has dated half of Hollywood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-4903138193688516984?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/4903138193688516984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=4903138193688516984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/4903138193688516984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/4903138193688516984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/02/mancrush.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/ReT5lrifaaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8OXqLdS9LJM/s72-c/johnkrasinski_nbctca05_240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-7148415615795186141</id><published>2007-02-27T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:23:38.203-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stars: Your Ex-Lover Is Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's one thing I want to say,&lt;br /&gt;so I'll be brave&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were what I wanted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave what I gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not sorry I met you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry it's over&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry there's nothing to save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/ReTzlLifaZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lIfxY6fCBJA/s1600-h/stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/ReTzlLifaZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lIfxY6fCBJA/s320/stars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036418103385221522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/Your%20Ex-Lover%20is%20Dead.mp3"&gt;"Your Ex-Lover is Dead"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Oh Canada fawning. A pretty but potentially stinging song, with vocals from both Amy Millan and Torquil Campbell (who both have performed as part of Broken Social Scene, fyi) and plenty of the lush orchestration they're known for. This is from their 04 Canada / 05 US release, "Set Yourself on Fire".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the song about exactly? Could never say it as well as they do (this, from their website, regarding the song):&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [It's] a call-and-response story of half-regret, of seeing someone you once f&amp;*%ed at a party, knowing they never hurt you the way they could've, and feeling awkward, hateful and oddly wistful about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Millan had a solo release last year. I thought it was okay. A new CD is due from the band in 07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arts-crafts.ca/stars/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arts-crafts.ca/stars/"&gt;More about Stars&lt;/a&gt; :: &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/stars/yourexloverisdead.html"&gt;Full lyrics to this song&lt;/a&gt; :: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Set-Yourself-Fire-Stars/dp/B00061F8M8/sr=8-1/qid=1172632830/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/102-9600404-4612932?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music"&gt;Buy the CD&lt;/a&gt; :: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Honey-Tombs-Amy-Millan/dp/B000FIGZ1U/sr=1-1/qid=1172632892/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/102-9600404-4612932?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music"&gt;Amy Millan's solo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-7148415615795186141?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/7148415615795186141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=7148415615795186141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/7148415615795186141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/7148415615795186141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/02/stars-your-ex-lover-is-dead-theres-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/ReTzlLifaZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lIfxY6fCBJA/s72-c/stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-5201304044899960258</id><published>2007-02-14T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T10:11:15.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crappy Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love her, but she loves him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And he loves somebody else&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just can't win&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And so it goes, till the day you die&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing called love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's gonna make you cry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've had the blues, the reds and the pinks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One things for sure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Stinks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RdNN0hRV_aI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9lctCJakFPc/s1600-h/gotohell.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RdNN0hRV_aI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9lctCJakFPc/s320/gotohell.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031450773382626722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Geils Band, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/01%20Love%20Stinks.mp3"&gt;"Love Stinks"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day is for suckers. When you're unattached and downtrodden February 14th pretty much sucks. Celebrate by taking a bunch of the songs from this here blog, downloading them and putting them on to one fine mix CD, entitled "Getting Over the Dork." Pass it out to friends, keep one stashed away for yourself. Remember that this holiday was completely fabricated by people with the last name Hallmark out to make an extra buck ninety-five. And Cupid does rhyme with stupid. And most poetry sucks. And chocolates are bad for you. And champagne gives you a headache. Reclaim the day with &lt;a href="http://www.vday.org/peace_vmailsplash.html"&gt;an Eve Ensler-inspired party&lt;/a&gt;. Or not. But don't fret, this whole thing will be over tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=7369581"&gt;NPR has posted their own list of break-up songs&lt;/a&gt; on this day, although no music. Perhaps I will pick a few of their best ones and post those over the next few weeks. And what do you know, Love Stinks is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.usatoday.com/popcandy/?csp=1"&gt;Pop Candy&lt;/a&gt; has also picked a few break-up songs for the holiday and I'm jumping on a few of Whitney's picks in coming weeks. How could I have forgotten Whiskeytown? And Scandal?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-5201304044899960258?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/5201304044899960258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=5201304044899960258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/5201304044899960258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/5201304044899960258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/02/crappy-valentines-day-you-love-her-but_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RdNN0hRV_aI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9lctCJakFPc/s72-c/gotohell.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-6166183082121998794</id><published>2007-02-13T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T11:35:04.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Art Brut : Emily Kane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's so much about you I miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The clumsy way we used to kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wish I convinced you, you've made a mistake &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If memory serves, we're still on a break &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RdIKeBRV_WI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1hhpyjVponI/s1600-h/foto_art_brut_4_klein_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RdIKeBRV_WI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1hhpyjVponI/s320/foto_art_brut_4_klein_copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031095244579798370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art Brut, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/03%20Emily%20Kane.mp3"&gt;"Emily Kane"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because boys ache over girls, too.  Ten years, nine months, three weeks, four days, six hours later he's still pining. Just a classically simple and ragingly fun single about an old lost love. Course, Emily Kane probably isn't anything like her fifteen year old self anymore and Eddie Argos wouldn't recognize, let alone love her, ten years later, but that is sort of the way of the world now ain't it? We pine over ideas of what was rather than reality. Hey, but it's a fun track and you can dance to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://artbrut.nikkidido.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art Brut site&lt;/a&gt; :: &lt;a href="http://www.artbrut.org.uk/"&gt;Art Brut Fan Site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-6166183082121998794?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/6166183082121998794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=6166183082121998794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/6166183082121998794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/6166183082121998794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/02/art-brut-emily-kane-theres-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RdIKeBRV_WI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1hhpyjVponI/s72-c/foto_art_brut_4_klein_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-5792885835270204106</id><published>2007-02-07T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T08:53:22.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What we talk about when we talk about love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;James Mercer of The Shins Talks Love, Romance &amp; Heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RcoDecDKzrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TGpXcUm6IqA/s1600-h/Shins-hf.homepage_featured.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RcoDecDKzrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TGpXcUm6IqA/s320/Shins-hf.homepage_featured.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028835755373022898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the new interview with Mercer in The Onion's AV Club. He dissects a few of this songs, talks about the  greeting card created holiday that is V-day and speaks of a few relationships gone awry (and why.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avclub.com/content/node/58319"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AV Club Interviews James Mercer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the new Shins record? Nice, very nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-5792885835270204106?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/5792885835270204106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=5792885835270204106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/5792885835270204106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/5792885835270204106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/02/james-mercer-of-shins-talks-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RcoDecDKzrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TGpXcUm6IqA/s72-c/Shins-hf.homepage_featured.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-479488020011585108</id><published>2007-01-31T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T10:32:17.435-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peter, Bjorn &amp; John :: Let's Call It Off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you decided to knock on my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you remember what happened before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It just didn't sparkle, it just didn't grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are better to leave unexplored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RcDgbdIAp-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/e7TCRFuJT6g/s1600-h/peterbjornandjohn_color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RcDgbdIAp-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/e7TCRFuJT6g/s320/peterbjornandjohn_color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026263946424788962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter, Bjorn &amp; John, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/1-08%20Let%27s%20Call%20it%20Off%20%28Single%20Mix%29.mp3"&gt;"Let's Call It Off"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some Swedish boy pop, replete with handclaps. In spite of being about a break-up, this should pick you up out of the doldrums of yesterday's rock-bottom desperation. In fact it's got quite a little kick for being a song about ending it all. These boys often wear suits and ties, dance-cute and make likeable pop that you can shake your hips to. They're touring the States right now and are joined by ex-Concretes singer Victoria Bergsman who awkwardly coos some back-up. They've been around awhile, this may be their 3rd CD? Anywho, it's a kick. Their initials are PBJ, which just makes me hungry for a sandwich. There is also an almost 8 minute-long dance remix of the song floating about on the internet now, if that's your sort of thing. One thing though: I thought that line from the song that goes "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some things are better to leave unexplored"   &lt;/span&gt;was in fact: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Somethings look better inside of the store" — &lt;/span&gt;and I like my version better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.peterbjornandjohn.com/"&gt;More about Peter, Bjorn &amp; John&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/peter_bjorn_and_john_lyrics_9517/writers_block_lyrics_30624/lets_call_it_off_lyrics_332387.html"&gt;Full lyrics to this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-479488020011585108?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/479488020011585108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=479488020011585108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/479488020011585108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/479488020011585108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/01/peter-bjorn-john-lets-call-it-off-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RcDgbdIAp-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/e7TCRFuJT6g/s72-c/peterbjornandjohn_color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-4527084782677764746</id><published>2007-01-30T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T14:47:36.847-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ryan Adams :: Come Pick Me Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come pick me up&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Take me out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&amp;*k me up&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Steal my records&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw all my friends - They're all full of s&amp;*t&lt;br /&gt;With a smile on your face - And then do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rb_JaNIAp9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/V2YORCuzPvA/s1600-h/Ryan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rb_JaNIAp9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/V2YORCuzPvA/s320/Ryan1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025957161205802962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Adams, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/09%20Come%20Pick%20Me%20Up.mp3"&gt;"Come Pick Me Up" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best Ryan Adams song, ever, in my opinion. A break-up song? I could be stretching the boundaries of the definition. But still, to me, it's a song about how someone has done him wrong, so very goddamn wrong. The aching pain in his voice, echoed by the innate pain of the harmonica, it all adds up to a fairly devastating ride. The record was called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;/span&gt; after all. I don't know if this song will make you feel better after a break-up, it could make you feel a whole lot worse and perhaps even force you on a bender. It has that sort of bend. God, it hurts and I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ryan-adams.com/RyanAdams.html"&gt;Ryan Adams&lt;/a&gt; :: &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/r/ryan+adams/come+pick+me+up_20120222.html"&gt;Full lyrics to this song&lt;/a&gt; :: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRnoh86FD2A"&gt;Video of Ryan performing it on Letterman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-4527084782677764746?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/4527084782677764746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=4527084782677764746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/4527084782677764746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/4527084782677764746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/01/ryan-adams-come-pick-me-up-come-pick-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rb_JaNIAp9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/V2YORCuzPvA/s72-c/Ryan1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-8489156988106476370</id><published>2007-01-29T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T10:34:08.341-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caetano Veloso: Cry Me A River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You drove me, nearly drove me, out of my head&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you never shed a tear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, I remember, all that you said&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me love was too plebian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told me you were through with me and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rb5obdIAp6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/SgZ1hl2x4c8/s1600-h/veloso01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rb5obdIAp6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/SgZ1hl2x4c8/s320/veloso01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025569055076034466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caetano Veloso, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/01%20Cry%20Me%20A%20River.mp3"&gt;"Cry Me A River"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song was the only hit for both songwriter Arthur Hamilton and the original singer, the wonderful Julie London. It's a goody, even if it does use the word plebian (or maybe because it uses the word plebian?) Lots of people have sung it since: Mari Wilson, Diana Krall, Diana Washington, Ray Charles, Shirley Bassey and, yes, the bearers of torchy goodness, Aerosmith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This version, by popular Brazillian composer Caetano Veloso,  is rich and thick and gorgeous and full of sophisticated contempt! Listen to how he says the word "loathe." Ohhh-wee.  This man has recorded 50+ records, did the soundtracks for Almodovar's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talk to Her&lt;/span&gt; and the biopic movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frida&lt;/span&gt;. In 2004 he released an all-English CD, his first, called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Foreign Sound&lt;/span&gt;, and this track is from that. The CD also contains some other gorgeous covers of old standards. As for this song: Well he's been dumped and now the dumper wants him back. His response? Go cry me a freaking river. Such a succinct sentiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo, above, is Caetano many years ago. Now he is a silver fox, no less hot, just wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.caetanoveloso.com/ce.html"&gt;More about Caetano Veloso&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Foreign-Sound-Caetano-Veloso/dp/B0001LJC6G/sr=8-5/qid=1170106648/ref=pd_bbs_sr_5/102-9600404-4612932?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music"&gt;Buy this CD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-8489156988106476370?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/8489156988106476370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=8489156988106476370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/8489156988106476370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/8489156988106476370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/01/caetano-veloso-cry-me-river-you-drove.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/Rb5obdIAp6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/SgZ1hl2x4c8/s72-c/veloso01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-3390791263103702924</id><published>2007-01-25T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T19:19:24.884-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Bird and the Bee: I'm A Broken Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All of our moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just become ailments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm haunted all of every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RblzJNIAp1I/AAAAAAAAADU/7J_7y149__I/s1600-h/175.birdandbee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RblzJNIAp1I/AAAAAAAAADU/7J_7y149__I/s320/175.birdandbee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024173461287774034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bird and The Bee, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/02%20I%27m%20A%20Broken%20Heart.mp3"&gt;"I'm A Broken Heart"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title says it all, no? A lush lament for a love lost. The Bird and The Bee are Inara George on vocals Greg Kurstin on everything else. It's got Bacharach-like production with the gorgeous and ever-so-slightly slightly off-kilter vocals just round and full and pillowly. It's got pop-jazz horns and cling clang tambourine. This is from a brand new self-titled CD out on Blue Note. I highly recommend it and have to admit, most of it is applicable to Getting Over the Dork, with lots of tales of lost loves and missed steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/thebirdandthebee"&gt;The Bird and The Bee's MySpace page&lt;/a&gt; :: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bird-Bee/dp/B000LV63SG/sr=1-1/qid=1169780986/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/102-9600404-4612932?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music"&gt;Buy the CD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-3390791263103702924?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/3390791263103702924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=3390791263103702924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/3390791263103702924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/3390791263103702924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/01/bird-and-bee-im-broken-heart-all-of-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RblzJNIAp1I/AAAAAAAAADU/7J_7y149__I/s72-c/175.birdandbee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-2870614571407601161</id><published>2007-01-22T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T10:32:43.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fiona Apple: Paper Bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hunger hurts, And I want him, so bad, oh it kills&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I'm a mess that he don't want to clean up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hunger hurts, starving works, when it costs too much to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RbT_5NIApyI/AAAAAAAAACw/My4qf5MGTKA/s1600-h/image05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RbT_5NIApyI/AAAAAAAAACw/My4qf5MGTKA/s320/image05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022920842665830178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona Apple, "Paper Bag" Live on VH1, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/anDD_rahXhg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/anDD_rahXhg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're doing video today. When she was nineteen and crawling around on the floor unhappily in her undies, I wasn't really a fan. And then I went to one of her shows (free tickets, wanted to see the opening band) and I heard this song and I was hooked. The longing in her voice is unmatched. You just know she's feeling everything she sings and then some. This particular song about wanting someone so badly can feel hot and bubbly in the gut if you are in fact feeling the same way at the time. This song starts so good: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy...&lt;/span&gt; And I love the line about the dove making a downward slope and how she thought it was a bird but crap, it's just a paper bag and poof! all her hope is dashed. File this in the "excrutiatingly painful wallowing of unrequitedness" category. This song is originally from 1999's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the Pawn...&lt;/span&gt; CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTc11IBd5UE"&gt;a link to one more video&lt;/a&gt; of the same song, this one stripped down, just Fiona singing with Jon Brion on guitar. It's of good quality and just loverly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fiona-apple.com/"&gt;Fiona Apple's official site&lt;/a&gt; :: &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysontherun.net/fiona.htm#w5"&gt;Full lyrics to this song&lt;/a&gt; :: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/fionaapple"&gt;Her MySpace page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-2870614571407601161?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/2870614571407601161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=2870614571407601161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/2870614571407601161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/2870614571407601161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/01/fiona-apple-paper-bag-hunger-hurts-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RbT_5NIApyI/AAAAAAAAACw/My4qf5MGTKA/s72-c/image05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-4404445886847983895</id><published>2007-01-12T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T10:20:16.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jenny Owen Youngs: F*!k Was I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love grows in me like a tumor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parasite bent on devouring its host&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm developing my sense of humor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I can laugh at my face beneath your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RafQRtIApwI/AAAAAAAAACY/N7k87ERsinQ/s1600-h/battenjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RafQRtIApwI/AAAAAAAAACY/N7k87ERsinQ/s320/battenjpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019209312317253378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Owen Youngs, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/03%20Fuck%20Was%20I.mp3"&gt;"F*!k Was I"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could look up "break-up song" in the encyclopedia and it wouldn't be unheard of to think there could be a picture of Jenny Owen Youngs. Her song, "F*!k was I," is a somber delight of wonderfully self-loathing lyrics, the kind we internalize in times of heartache, but don't say out loud. Everyone has asked themselves &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this question&lt;/span&gt; at some point or another, right? Jenny Owen Youngs also does this song with a little electronic beat in her other band, The Robot Explosion. I highly recommend this tune, even though it casually throws out the F-bomb every three seconds. Eh, it's just a word. This song was on the Showtime series "Weeds" and she has gotten herself a little record deal so you can't even buy her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batten The Hatches&lt;/span&gt; CD now, you're gonna have to wait till it comes out big time. She's a clever gal this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.jennyowenyoungs.com/main.html"&gt;More about her&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.myspace.com/jennyowenyoungs"&gt;Her MySpace Page &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-4404445886847983895?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/4404445886847983895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=4404445886847983895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/4404445886847983895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/4404445886847983895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/01/jenny-owen-youngs-fk-was-i-love-grows.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RafQRtIApwI/AAAAAAAAACY/N7k87ERsinQ/s72-c/battenjpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-3118107973553968273</id><published>2007-01-10T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T14:30:42.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Joni Mitchell: A Case of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you are in my blood like holy wine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you taste so bitter&lt;br /&gt;but you taste so sweet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I could drink a case of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RaWvLtIApsI/AAAAAAAAABw/AmeFWo_ZlZE/s1600-h/mitchell5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RaWvLtIApsI/AAAAAAAAABw/AmeFWo_ZlZE/s320/mitchell5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018609975400900290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joni Mitchell, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/05%20A%20Case%20Of%20You.mp3"&gt;"A Case of You"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One from the vault. Say what you will about Joni Mitchell (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hippie? Looney? Dated?&lt;/span&gt;) the woman could write a song with lyrics that stung in places that you didn't know were bit. I love how the title of this particular track implies she's got a problem, as in a case, of the guy in question, but when you hear the chorus she's intending case to be like a case of beer. Or rather both. And many more meanings. This song really represents a certain brand of heartache and longing you get from an unrequited love or casual relationship gone sour, but far more maturely than I ever could dream of. This particular song comes from the 1971 LP, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;, arguably one of her best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things you should know about Joni Mitchell: she's an accomplished painter, Led Zeppelin's "Going to California" is supposedly about Joni Mitchell, one of my favorite clothing lines is named for her album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ladies of the Canyon&lt;/span&gt;, Prince has expressed his extreme admiration for her (as has Bob Dylan, Mingus and a zillion others), she's an awesome guitarist in her own right, and she had um, relations, with many of the undeniably hot musical icons of the 70s. Hey, and she's a Canadian which has become an inadvertent theme to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/joni+mitchell/a+case+of+you_20075257.html"&gt;All the lyrics to "Case of You" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:: &lt;a href="http://www.robotwisdom.com/jorn/joni.html"&gt;More about Joni Mitchell&lt;/a&gt; :: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Blue-Joni-Mitchell/dp/B000002KBU/sr=8-1/qid=1168486262/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/102-9600404-4612932?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music"&gt;Buy Blue&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:: &lt;a href="http://www.jonimitchell.com/"&gt;JoniMitchell.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Blue-Joni-Mitchell/dp/B000002KBU/sr=8-1/qid=1168486262/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/102-9600404-4612932?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-3118107973553968273?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/3118107973553968273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=3118107973553968273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/3118107973553968273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/3118107973553968273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/01/joni-mitchell-case-of-you-oh-you-are-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RaWvLtIApsI/AAAAAAAAABw/AmeFWo_ZlZE/s72-c/mitchell5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-6479073889165646269</id><published>2007-01-10T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T15:00:42.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break-Up Gossip'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Affairs Uglier Than Your Own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RaVspNIApqI/AAAAAAAAABY/iWzHV_X_BI4/s1600-h/evan-rachel-wood-marilyn-manson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RaVspNIApqI/AAAAAAAAABY/iWzHV_X_BI4/s320/evan-rachel-wood-marilyn-manson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018536814927980194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I will give kudos to the painting, which I believe Brian did paint. But um, yuck! What is seemingly smart and very talented Evan Rachel Wood (who is 19!) doing with Manson and so quickly after he is served divorce papers? This is all kinds of wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RaVuqNIAprI/AAAAAAAAABk/QW0-581DHIo/s1600-h/po.88344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RaVuqNIAprI/AAAAAAAAABk/QW0-581DHIo/s320/po.88344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018539031131104946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know what else is all kinds of wrong? I know here I go on the gossip tip again, but ugh. Several years back Billy Crudup left his then- seven- months- pregnant girlfriend (the very cool Mary Louise Parker or Weeds) for much-younger-than-he, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stage Beauty&lt;/span&gt; co-star Claire Danes (who was attached to singer Ben Lee at the time). Now it appears the Crudup thing has cracked because she was caught messing with her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evening&lt;/span&gt; co-star Hugh Dancy (Prince Char of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ella Enchanted&lt;/span&gt;, at right), who is mega-cute and closer to her age, but according to reports, a big ol' boy-slut. Wow, when I gossip, I go off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-6479073889165646269?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/6479073889165646269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=6479073889165646269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/6479073889165646269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/6479073889165646269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/01/affairs-uglier-than-your-own-first-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RaVspNIApqI/AAAAAAAAABY/iWzHV_X_BI4/s72-c/evan-rachel-wood-marilyn-manson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-5998936174249848420</id><published>2007-01-09T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T14:32:05.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tiga: (Far From) Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart takes a hit,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my heart hits back&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And each day I find comfort in the fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I listen to my friends when they say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man just relax, cause it's all a game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RaQWYZEZqSI/AAAAAAAAABA/I2ie4tErXFw/s1600-h/graphics_671b25f40df3f1c5d3455601e4bdfbe8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RaQWYZEZqSI/AAAAAAAAABA/I2ie4tErXFw/s320/graphics_671b25f40df3f1c5d3455601e4bdfbe8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018160493099591970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiga, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/01%20%28Far%20From%29%20Home.mp3"&gt;"(Far From) Home"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a little empowering dance music. This track from Tiga's May '06 release isn't a break-up song, exactly. But it is a call to believe in yourself, to muster up some self-importance, even when you're not totally feeling it. His reasoning? Because hey, you've always got a place called home. And by the by, I don't think "home" here has to mean that place you reside, although it could be. It's just talking about a center: your friends, your family, anything that makes you feel comfort and real and genuine and a-ok. This is ideal for mornings when you're hurting but you have to go on. You spin this tune, put on a little make-up and all the while you'll feel your spine straightening, your chin lifting. It will just put you in that can-do mood. Oh and this boy is from Canada— how I love the Canucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Sexor-Tiga/dp/B000F3UKXE/sr=1-1/qid=1168380599/ref=sr_1_1/102-9600404-4612932?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music"&gt;Buy the CD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/tiga_lyrics_7300/sexor_lyrics_24719/far_from_home_lyrics_318701.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Full lyrics to "(Far From) Home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-5998936174249848420?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/5998936174249848420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=5998936174249848420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/5998936174249848420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/5998936174249848420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/01/tiga-far-from-home-my-heart-takes-hit.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RaQWYZEZqSI/AAAAAAAAABA/I2ie4tErXFw/s72-c/graphics_671b25f40df3f1c5d3455601e4bdfbe8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-7591252608325798433</id><published>2007-01-05T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T08:55:58.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break-Up Gossip'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dita Kicks Marilyn to the Curb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RZ6CkpEZqQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/T-iL9nFqEWY/s1600-h/marilyn_dita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RZ6CkpEZqQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/T-iL9nFqEWY/s320/marilyn_dita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016590600948525314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I have mixed feelings on the gossip. I wish I didn't enjoy hearing about other people's lives, but I kind of do.  Honestly I don't wanna hear about the misery part of anyone's life at this point, but I don't think this is misery, I think this is just plain smart. Dita Von Teeze has come across, to me, as fairly intelligent, someone who has crafted a little niche for herself. Even if she did guest on Top Model this year. So, if this &lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/seven/01052007/gossip/pagesix/pagesix.htm"&gt;report&lt;/a&gt; is true, and she has walked out on creepy Brian Walker, well I say, hallelujah! Now go listen to some happy pop music Dita...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-7591252608325798433?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/7591252608325798433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=7591252608325798433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/7591252608325798433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/7591252608325798433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/01/dita-kicks-marilyn-to-curb-you-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RZ6CkpEZqQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/T-iL9nFqEWY/s72-c/marilyn_dita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-3526276935663694578</id><published>2007-01-04T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T19:37:30.799-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Camera Obscura: Lloyd, I'm Ready To Be Heartbroken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy is more than a word now -- I understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know you can stay a girl by holding a boy’s hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RZ3HFZEZqPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hhD0TaFgGCg/s1600-h/CameraObscura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RZ3HFZEZqPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hhD0TaFgGCg/s320/CameraObscura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016384455403219186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera Obscura, &lt;a href="http://www.superclea.net/dork/01%20lloyd,%20i%27m%20ready%20to%20be%20heartbroken.mp3"&gt;"Lloyd, I'm Ready To Be Heartbroken"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in 1984, British singer Lloyd Cole sang the question, "Are you ready to be heartbroken?" Fast forward many years and Glasgow band Camera Obscura replies with bittersweet joy and lithe layered girl vocals! The rest of this CD "Let's Get Out of This Country" is also sad sugar pop with jangly guitars and overly lush strings and the lyrics are sly and heart-breaking and funny, too.  Anyway, despite it not being exactly a break-up song, it is a song about the power of music, which I think is just as applicable here and now as any kiss-off song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Lloyd-I-m-ready-to-be-heartbroken-lyrics-Camera-Obscura/A3598828261FFDBB482571E2000D4F4E"&gt;All the lyrics &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk/songs/lloyd-cole/rattlesnakes/are-you-ready-to-be-heartbroken.php"&gt;Lloyd Cole lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.camera-obscura.net/"&gt;More about Camera Obscura&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-3526276935663694578?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/3526276935663694578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=3526276935663694578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/3526276935663694578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/3526276935663694578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2007/01/jealousy-is-more-than-word-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/RZ3HFZEZqPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hhD0TaFgGCg/s72-c/CameraObscura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-116019172564193171</id><published>2006-10-06T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T19:40:52.644-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get Over the Dork Podcast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for Your Achy-Breaky Heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2144/1600/boy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2144/200/boy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The 30 Days to Getting Over The Dork PODCAST, Volume One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" &gt;More than a half dozen songs that celebrate, exacerbate, alleviate and ameliorate a broken heart. Listen as  my soothing dulcitone of a voice carries you through your misery... and beyond. Behold the healing powers of music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" &gt;To play the podcast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.ezarchive.com/superclea/AlbumSpace/8ECBEMQW4Y/DorkPodcast1.mp3"&gt;The 30 Days to Getting Over the Dork You Used To Call A Boyfriend Podcast: Volume 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To subscribe to the podcast, click the cute orange square at the top-right of this page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-116019172564193171?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/116019172564193171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=116019172564193171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/116019172564193171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/116019172564193171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2006/10/30-days-to-getting-over-dork-you-used.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35565517.post-116009588468545966</id><published>2006-10-05T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T19:44:27.335-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What is this anyway?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having trouble rising like a phoenix out of the dirty, stinky ashes that was your last relationship? Can’t get his voice, his face, his laugh out of your ever-lovin’ mind? Feeling like a big lump of nothing since he dumped you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need a shoulder to cry on? Think again. What you need is a step-by-step program that will get you out of the doldrums, get him out of your life and refresh your sense of super cute self so that you can go out there and conquer the world (and, more importantly, the foxy-boy population) once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've written a book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Getting Over the Dork You Used To Call a Boyfriend -- &lt;/span&gt;to guide you through the process so that you come out the other end a fuller, more exciting, happier gal. Along the way, I provide music, most weekdays a real and genuine song to download, that is good for wallowing in, kissing off, swearing off, working out the anger or just plain lollying around. Pub date is still TBD, but Delacorte is publishing in 07!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35565517-116009588468545966?l=gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/feeds/116009588468545966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35565517&amp;postID=116009588468545966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/116009588468545966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35565517/posts/default/116009588468545966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gettingoverthedork.blogspot.com/2006/10/having-trouble-rising-like-phoenix-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Are We There Yet?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j48gRT4xM7c/SNGevhNd4cI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UgOifHgcw0U/S220/DSCN0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
