You know, I strongly believe that Alanis Morissette does not get the credit she deserves. She’s got an identifiable killer voice and knows how to create amazing and memorable songs. And I feel people don’t appreciate her like they should. She plays an important role in music today. She also took on the role as God in the movie Dogma. So basically, Alanis is God.
Did any of you tune into Dave Letterman’s final show last night? It was a show full of montages and a fun top ten list featuring an awesome batch of actors (I may or may not have squealed when Bill Murray appeared). It was definitely an emotional show. I mean, the guy has been on air for 30 years, it’s kinda a big deal.
Reusing, upcycling, diy-ing – all things I like to do. Mix that with pop culture, and BAM – me.
My brother for the longest time has been saving bottle tops for reasons I don’t really know of. Kinda made me question how much beer he used to drink, but whatever, it was more surface area for me to work with. I played with bottle tops first with these Gwen Stefani magnets I made. And then I carried on and made these fun Veruca Salt magnets.
So this idea came about when I was on my vacation down south with friends having a conversation about movie remakes. It was an interesting topic in which they encouraged me to write a handful of posts during the month of May, hence the “may-keover”. It’s definitely quite a process for me to do all this “research”, but I’ll take any excuse to watch movies and listen to music.
Round one I have three movies and three songs to compare and contrast!
There’s something really special about falling in love with a band or musician early on in their career, which I made a point of doing as much as possible throughout my adolescence spent at The Downtown music venue in Farmingdale, NY.
Not only do you get major hipster cred for knowing them first…
(which makes you completely obnoxious, but it’s still kind of a great feeling :P)
(I just love this picture for some reason. Sorry Gabby!)
With my birthday recently passing, I can’t help but take a step back and look at my life leading up to this point. And there are some thoughts I need to share. I channeled my bitter 13 year old self to help me write this.
Graduating college for sure is much harder than graduating public school, which is why people tell you to stay in school for as long as you can. I can understand that now. Adult life sucks. Especially when you’re in a rut not feeling too much like an adult. I’m still on my path to discovery. This “identity crisis” brings back memories from when I was in my teenage years when I tried to find my “identity” the first time around. I keep reliving those feelings. I really do feel like I’m 13 again.
I have a lot of time on my hands these days, and I can’t help but look back and reevaluate the decisions I made, and what I did that made me… me.
What does having a “career” mean anymore? These days you can make money from posting videos on the internet or just showing up to comic conventions. The age old standard idea of having a career has dissolved and you can actually make a living doing things you love.
That being said, it’s not always that easy. The “creative” field is definitely a tough market to make yourself stand out. As much as it is a challenge, a lot of people know how to make it work – you can probably thank social media for that. There’s apparently an art to knowing how to use sites and apps effectively to reach the kind of people you want to reach. I don’t know the first thing about it, but it’s actually possible. I’ve seen it work… through other people of course.
I must confess. I started listening to my favorite band because (big embarrassing confession time) my widdle tween crush, Billy from Good Charlotte, loved them.
By the time I’d tuned in they had just taken a hiatus when their musical genius guitarist and singer ran into some medical issues just after finishing up their fourth album. I figured I’d give them a shot, being impressed with the fact that the three members achieved pretty decent success at the ripe old age of fifteen years.
