Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Sexy Beards & Great Music

Recently I have developed this fond facination and inexplicable attraction to men with beards, al la Ray Lamontange (right).  Talk to me months ago and I would have said “yuck”. But the longish, “floppy” Seattle-based hair and longish mountain man beards is so sexy. I don’t know that I would enjoy kissing someone with all that scruffy goodness, but damn if it doesn’t make me want to. Or at least grab it and play with it a little.

I don’t know how long it will last, but it’s a good look and I like it and I’m never going to find that in DC, am I? With a city full of peacoats, ties and men who are overly full of themselves for no reason (but that’s another blog entirely), they wouldn’t be caught dead with a 5 o’clock shadow. Midnight shadow? Yes. 5o'clock, no. [Side note: Midnight shadow is my name of those beards that are just enough scruff (nice drapes, dude) to look like a beard but have no length and are kept pretty well trimmed as a “look”.]

Moving along with delicious (hi sexies), the Avett Brothers have some killer beards and floppy hair (most of the time). In addition to their total recent sex appeal (to me), they have amazing voices and songs. I’ve been told about them for a while by my ex, but nothing really resonated with me until their latest album: I and Love and You. Last night I came across this gem while scrounging for new music on iTunes - I fell in love in my allotted 30 seconds:



And while reading the comments on YouTube about how inexplicably amazing they are live that it makes their recorded songs pale in comparison, I looked up some live performances and came across this (no need to watch, just listen while you work):

 

Holy shit if this doesn’t make you go: Damn...beautiful. The three lives songs are great and show not  only their vocal and acoustic range – but their range as complete musicians from bluegrass to pop to a melodic love song with drippingly wet vocals. Goodbye Mr. Lamontange, I have new mountain man beards and gorgeous hair to drool over.

Gaga, you’re lovely, but I'll be back later.

Friday, November 20, 2009

The Ga!

In keeping with my love for Lady Gaga (or The Ga, as I like to call her), I found her leaked album (without having to sign up for an account). Click here to listen to her entire new album. Yes!

Not only does she refuse to lip-synch (Gossip Girl does not count), but she is willing to give her music away for free - and a week prior to her album (re)release. Ah, a woman the lives for her art and not just the money it has the potential to create. A true artist. She is so Andy Warhol-esque. And I love it.

I've been saying it for a while now, but she is the new queen. Madonna, you can go have a bon-bon and age gracefully now - your replacement has arrived, and like any good revision, she's a vast improvement because this girl can sing. And write some killer songs with infections beats.

But it's not like you didn't notice that already. Work it Gaga. Work it!

[Update: My top picks of the new songs are definately "Monster" and "Dance in the Dark" - aside from "Bad Romance", of course.]

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

If only this were a joke...




Yes, yes there should. Sadly, it's the good ones that have the trouble makin' babies. This is why our country is doomed.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Obsessed

And I'm not talking about that God awful Mariah Carey song. No. Dear God, no.

However, I am currently obsessed with The Ga's new song: Bad Romance. I've been in love since winter and was the first to play her for all my friends (you're welcome, Rocket Bar circa January '09) and have played out her songs a little and couldn't be more excited for Fame Monster. I like music that makes me not care that I'm dancing in my airplane seat and the fat lady on the aisle seat is staring or that I'm rocking out in my car the the truck drivers slow down to laugh or be jealous that I can have that much fun by myself. Suck it CBLover1212, you'd dance too.



So I took my plane to Nashville to meet my niece - the cutest baby in the world - (as I lose ambiguity on my blog) and rock climb for the first time (since a friend non-blood relative of mine is a rather avid climber and has all the gear and know-how). And I'm obsessed. So addicted. So relaxing. I feel so refreshed. I'm more obsessed than the first time I heard Poker Face. (Do you know me? That's a lot.)



I've been waiting for my hobby to come along. Now, I just need a good man with a nice beard and a cute face underneath who can belay me and make cute, smart babies (so I don't have the ugly grandkids in the family). Too much to ask? Maybe so. For now, I'm going to focus on getting my next fix of climbing. I've been waiting for an addiction - now I just needs to figure out how to follow through. I'll muscle up in the meantime...starting tomorrow...:)