Said something once, but sometimes you just have to say it again: Nicole Atkins, yo! Way less fugly than Amy Winehouse, and she'll also drink you under the table! What happened, Grammy voters? People, show Nicole love, 'cause it feels like the only three people who bought "Neptune City" were me and two runaway girls in Jersey, and that's not right...
It's laaaate enough at night that the flimsiest of songs gets four or five layers of added meaning, but isn't "The Way It Is" beeeautiful- the way it captures the sheer stupidity of being in love? Awwww. *sniff sniff*
"Don't tell me
My love's not the one that I want
That he's not the one that I need
I'd rather find out for myself
You're the one
Who shakes at the touch of my hand
But can't decide where we should stand
If I was smart
I'd never call you, call you ever again
In my ears my blood is just roaring
'Cause you're the only one I've ever wanted
(I suppose that's just the way it is)"
Oh, wow. All that sounded a lot sillier once it was typed out.
You know what ALBUM inexplicably lunged itself at me from the paaaaast and keeps on looping on my head? This is a true mystery.
Jewel. "Pieces of You". Swear to God.
For the last three weeks or so "Pieces of You" has been playing in the radio station of my mind, which I am unable to control, (obviously, since it has included at times artists as diverse as The Fray, the Bloodhound Gang, and the Baha-Men.) I have no clue where it comes from, I'd even forgotten about Jewel!
(Younger Imaginary Reader: Learn your history! Jewel was an adorable poet and folk singer who joined Joan Baez and Woody Guthrie and they all wrote powerful songs that helped stop the French-Indian War.)
I can still recall that glorious day of late 1997 when our school's sole hippie chick (we were Tupac territory) introduced me to "Pieces of You" and was all like: "Now THIS song is going to stop meanness and war and racism and homophobia!"
And then it played: "Ugly girl, uggggly giiiiiirl.."
Haha! We were all so innocent then.
And who could forget:
"Excuse me! Think I've mistaken you for somebody else!
Somebody who gave me a damn, somebody more like myself!"
"Hey little sister, I heard you went to mister so and so
Knock knock knocking on his do' again
Said you wanted mo'"
AND OF COURSE:
"I go about my business, I'm doing fine,
Besides what would I say if I had you on the line?
Same old story, not much to say..."
(in her sad little girl voice)
"Hearts are broken everyday..."
Allright, well, let me
"...put on my PJs and hop into bed,
I'm half alive but I've been mostly dead
I try to tell myself it'll be right
I just shouldn't think anymore tonight
Come on, don't front, you know how the rest goes.