I was going to post something that had to due with my never ending cavalcade of life failures. But after I had lunch with a friend I realized it really isn’t so bad. I wouldn’t be who I am without failures, and there was no way I wouldn’t have tried.
It’s just one of those things… that just didn’t work out for Ol’ Laurie Lue
Then this morning I heard it was one of my fashion icons/ cosmic twin’s birthday!!!
And I live for Birthday’s…
Especially… Brandon Flowers!!!
Not only is he the lead singer of the “Killers”… but he also has a penchant for the Cure and wearing fashion while carving out some melodies of his own that have a special place in my soul.
Happy Birthday Spaceman
He also reminds me that I really need to get a gold lame leopard print tuxedo… just for funsies.
At 6 am my sister told me that one of my all time favorite people who have ever made a melody on this planet passed away.
My reaction was, as always is in this situation… “no.”
It was just his birthday.
He just released an album on Friday.
But then I checked my phone and had like 6 different people telling that it was true… that David Bowie was gone.
Now, like many people I never met him in person. But I feel like I knew him on a different plane. He was such an inspiration to art (not just my own), to color, to vibrations. He was really something else. And I’m so glad the world got to experience the reaches of his imagination down to his last day.
Thanks David Bowie for all the magic, and all the inspiration,
There are always those songs that bring a smile to your face no matter what is going on… or how old you’ve gotten.
I always remember the first time I heard the Velvet Underground.
I was 15, and this really cool boy with the perfect blue hair made me a mixtape, that was just the right amount of suburban rebellion. And it had this song on it… it sounded nothing like the N*SYNC and Britney Spears on the radio… it was completely different.
It sounded like… joy.
And I never looked back, I searched for my own sounds, found my own soundtracks.
I played that CD until it skipped in like 3 different parts and later succumbed to the heart-breaking ending of melting in my car. #livingincaliforniaproblems.
Do you remember that feeling you would get when someone would make you a mix-tape?
It was a culmination of the joy and the discovery of all sorts of new melodies for your ears and then the sheer joy that they thought you were special enough to use hours of their lives to create this beautiful little portal into another audio fueled dimension.
Today I got caught up in the nostalgia of it all, and tried to think of the modern equivalent. Somehow a spotify playlist doesn’t have that same romantic allure of a mix-tape.
I mean it’s all the same thing… with none of the heart.
Would the modern technology equivalent be a flash drive full of the best memories that can fit on it?
I kinda like the idea of a flash drive full of silly things like that.
I think the best mix-tapes happened on cassette, there was so much strategy.
So much sitting by the radio waiting for the right song to play…. you know it’s going to be on next!
So much anticipation… will they like all 4 songs from the Goo Goo Dolls?
Will they think Guided by Voices is cool?
Will the Cure change their existence like it did mine?
Will they like Sammy Hagar fronted Van Halen songs?
And the song I quoted was one of my favorite 90s songs.
A song from a one-hit wonder… that wasn’t even their hit. It may have been on every mixtape I ever made… it goes with anything from the Clash to Lisa Loeb.