A Suburban State of Mom. Notes on music and motherhood.℠

And, yes, it's lame to get old but I'll take it over the alternative any day.

I'd rather hear this 6-Aussie-piece 7 million times than the traditional song of tidings on a day such as this, so I'm putting it on repeat.

Anonymized Brooklynite boy/girl duo (by way of an origin story which took place someplace else) starting to make some noise. Intellectual pop. Oxymoronic, yes, but how freaking sexy is her voice. It slays me. The vid reminds me of those brainwashing films from Room 23. "Welcome to the inner workings of my mind."

Thinking about poor, lovesick
Karl reminds me that just 3 short years ago those of us who were silly enough to invest time in a TV show were reminded that, yep, 'Lost' was in fact just a TV show designed to sell us whatever the highest bidders would pay to promote.

I'm not entirely bitter, though. Interacting with the online community got me through many sleepless nights with young babies who required feeding and changing at all hours. Initially, I didn't want to like the show, even though it was exactly my kind of thing. But it starred Charlie Salinger who I was sure I'd marry even though he never actually existed and even though I'd taken an acting class with Matthew Fox who I'm fairly sure after 3 months and several scenes together was oblivious to my existence. The bugaboo was that the show was co-created by someone who not only had the bad sense to dump me in the parking lot of The Greek Theatre after a Lenny Kravitz concert, but then appropriated the name and breed of my family's dog.

However, had 'Lost' never aired, I'd never have realized how romantic a vending machine rendezvous could be. And how even the least likely of couples could be unified in the task of procuring an Apollo bar and through the concept of 'going Dutch.' Surely the best relationships have a 50/50 split as their bedrock. And so for the union / reunion of Sawyer and Juliet, I am forever grateful. Now, let's see how this 'Prometheus' thing turns out . . .

I knew Andy Samberg was a Tab drinker.  That's so Raven!  

And no, with 4 days to go 'til 41,  I cannot physically stay up to watch the actual live airing of Saturday Night Live any longer.   And all I can think about is when I was 24 and I worked there and how awesome the after-parties were.   Ah, youth.  

http://www.nbc.com/saturday-night-live/video/Digital-Short-Lazy-Sunday-2/1402517

Chris James from Stateless, who I've discussed twice before, is the singer on this track from Josh Davis.  It's short and sweet, which shouldn't surprise those familiar with the breadth of DJ Shadow's output.  He doesn't make exclusively amped-up electronic hip-hop.

On this downpour of a day, this rainy video makes me smile.  Amazing what can happen on a glass elevator ride into the sky.  Or when you actually acknowledge your fellow passengers on this trip called life.

Surprising combinations have always appealed to me.  Especially when they work out. Crazy juxtapositions.  For instance, I will always insist peanut butter and sliced tomatoes are a fantastic bagel accompaniment.  But, I can be stubborn like that about things I like . . .  and things I don't. It's my Taurean trait.  If you believe in that sort of thing . . .   http://player.vimeo.com/video/4155882

The message here is a good one for women young and old. "I'm gonna feel good. I'm gonna be, I wanna be, the woman that I should." And all of that can be accomplished by dancing and guitar playing and sashaying. But, of course!

A new one from the ginger, guitar playing Romeo. I kept expecting to see who he was waiting for but then thought maybe he'd brought himself to the A&E to soothe his broken heart.

Which is something I'd do. Despite never having a serious illness (does depression count?) I've spent quite a lot of time in hospitals.  And I like them.  I'm not squeamish of blood and the air of purpose is something I find comforting.

If I ever needed sanctuary, I'd head for the nearest hospital rather than a church. No, never ever to a house of worship. I'm interested in places where there are processes, plans, diagnosis rather than praying and powerlessness and submission to the plan of another.  Not that I don't believe in fate, I just think we have the ability to help things along.

That's why I find hospital shows like 'ER' and 'St. Elsewhere' comforting.  Not the pablum of 'Grey's Anatomy,' tho. T he ending may not always be happy, or what you wanted, and the doctors and nurses are all too human, but there's a sense of urgency.  And humor.  And resolution. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_af256mnTE&feature=youtube_gdata_player

I haven't quite forgiven Karl for dissing Adele but my Chanel obsession continues apace and from afar.

I could largely leave the frocks from this Versailles / Marie Antoinette-y (shades of the Sofia Coppola movie) themed collection but this look and the wedgy-platform, suede sneakers are making my mouth water.

Yes is such a difficult word to say sometimes. The challenge to be soft, yet strong, in a harsh world. http://vimeo.com/16319487