Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Apr 17, 2011
May 31, 2010
I'm a little bit rock n' roll
Last night, Miss LVMH and I decided to go a little rock n' roll Scotland style and check out Snow Patrol at L'Olympia (a concert venue that Res Ipsa's Paris would be proud to recommend). (Is it just me, or is my life just too cool right now? Someone pinch me please.)
Snow Patrol, a surprisingly underrated band (you'd be surprised how many people asked me who they were when I was offering tickets), holds a very special place in my heart.
Those of you who have been reading this blog from the start may recall that I travelled to Venezuela three years ago. What you may not know is that this trip was not all fun and games.
Imagine a young girl (not yet thirty - those were the days) arriving alone at the airport in Caracas. She spots a sign with the name of her hiking tour on it. Gathered around it are not the strapping young men and women she was expecting, but a motley crue of people born before they'd invented the telephone. And I'm only slightly exaggerating.
For two weeks, the young girl hiked across the country and shared a tent with a recently divorced 55-year old who regaled her with tales of her failed marriage and snored loudly. She cowered behind tropical trees as the group washed in cold streams - an activity that 73-year old men apparently prefer to perform stark naked. (I cannot tell you how much I wish I had never seen that). And she smiled bravely as she was transformed into everyone's daughter.
Finally, on the last four days, the camel found that straw that gave him a herniated disk. It came in the shape of a hammock. Our young heroine cannot sleep in a hammock. Even less so when it is encased in mosquito netting (if humans were meant to sleep in coccoons, we'd look more like butterflies). And especially when lost in the middle of the jungle and strung side by side with her travelling companions like cow meat on butchers' hooks.
So instead of sleeping, she exhausted her ipod's batteries to play Snow Patrol over and over, all night, every night. The music kept her more or less sane. It kept her from attacking the rest of the group with a machete. It got her home in one piece.
Thank you boys, I am forever in your debt. As are those old folks, even if they're not aware of it.
And last night's show was amazing.
Snow Patrol, a surprisingly underrated band (you'd be surprised how many people asked me who they were when I was offering tickets), holds a very special place in my heart.
Those of you who have been reading this blog from the start may recall that I travelled to Venezuela three years ago. What you may not know is that this trip was not all fun and games.
Imagine a young girl (not yet thirty - those were the days) arriving alone at the airport in Caracas. She spots a sign with the name of her hiking tour on it. Gathered around it are not the strapping young men and women she was expecting, but a motley crue of people born before they'd invented the telephone. And I'm only slightly exaggerating.
For two weeks, the young girl hiked across the country and shared a tent with a recently divorced 55-year old who regaled her with tales of her failed marriage and snored loudly. She cowered behind tropical trees as the group washed in cold streams - an activity that 73-year old men apparently prefer to perform stark naked. (I cannot tell you how much I wish I had never seen that). And she smiled bravely as she was transformed into everyone's daughter.
Finally, on the last four days, the camel found that straw that gave him a herniated disk. It came in the shape of a hammock. Our young heroine cannot sleep in a hammock. Even less so when it is encased in mosquito netting (if humans were meant to sleep in coccoons, we'd look more like butterflies). And especially when lost in the middle of the jungle and strung side by side with her travelling companions like cow meat on butchers' hooks.
So instead of sleeping, she exhausted her ipod's batteries to play Snow Patrol over and over, all night, every night. The music kept her more or less sane. It kept her from attacking the rest of the group with a machete. It got her home in one piece.
Thank you boys, I am forever in your debt. As are those old folks, even if they're not aware of it.
And last night's show was amazing.
May 20, 2010
Plan B
One day in New York, three smart, beautiful girls were enjoying a bottle or two of Sancerre (or was it Sauvignon Blanc?) They had been friends for (holy crap) 25 years. Two were single on a tragic and entertaining scale, one had a good woman waiting for her at home, all were over 30 and worried about passing on their exceptional genetic gifts.
And so this song was born (only one of us is a singer and in this video, the other two are uncredited behind the camera inspiration).
And so this song was born (only one of us is a singer and in this video, the other two are uncredited behind the camera inspiration).
Mar 10, 2010
Faire le ménage
There are so many times when I point you to completely inane stories that have very little instrinsic value other than my own (occasionally) cruel amusement, I decided that this evening I would share with you a little piece of news about something important.
A female folk band.
From Brooklyn.
Who have the most fabulous lyrics you will ever come across.
Oh, and yes, I may be slightly biased (but no less correct) because one of the girls is a very good friend of mine.
Still. You could do far worse than to spend an hour or two listening to Ménage à Twang. Enjoy.
(Note: the video for "Listen sister, don't date a hipster" was previously posted here.)
A female folk band.
From Brooklyn.
Who have the most fabulous lyrics you will ever come across.
Oh, and yes, I may be slightly biased (but no less correct) because one of the girls is a very good friend of mine.
Still. You could do far worse than to spend an hour or two listening to Ménage à Twang. Enjoy.
(Note: the video for "Listen sister, don't date a hipster" was previously posted here.)
Jun 30, 2009
May 29, 2009
Blogging undercover
I'm packing my survival gear, kissing my loved ones goodbye, and preparing to be parachuted behind enemy lines for BM's (in)famous Operation Brainwashing Training (OBT). And you, dear readers, will have front row, VIP access to it all, in the biggest, scariest undercover blogging operation of all time. Deep Throat, eat your heart out. Assuming I manage to find the energy to post during the only "free" hours (i.e. between 1am and 7am).
Before I leave you, though, I just wanted to share this extremely educational music video, courtesy of a particularly witty friend of mine:
Before I leave you, though, I just wanted to share this extremely educational music video, courtesy of a particularly witty friend of mine:
Jun 25, 2007
Muse-ings
After having gratuitously posted about Natalie Portman, DTLF is now seeking to increase blog traffic by publishing rather uninspired song lyrics. This is clearly unfair competition. And like any self-respecting lawyer, I will immediately stoop down to his/her level and do the same, although, I believe, with more panache. Hark, my friends, the most MBA-appropriate song to have hit the charts in recent rock history:
Change everything you are
And everything you were
Your number has been called
...
Don't let yourself down
And don't let yourself go
Your last chance has arrived
Best, you've got to be the best
You've got to change the world
And use this chance to be heard
Your time is now.
I take this opportunity to nominate this song as the official "Dean's List" theme tune for the J'08 class. (For those curious about the Dean's List, check out the youtube video posted by fellow blogger necromonger.)
Change everything you are
And everything you were
Your number has been called
...
Don't let yourself down
And don't let yourself go
Your last chance has arrived
Best, you've got to be the best
You've got to change the world
And use this chance to be heard
Your time is now.
I take this opportunity to nominate this song as the official "Dean's List" theme tune for the J'08 class. (For those curious about the Dean's List, check out the youtube video posted by fellow blogger necromonger.)
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