My inner super hero is the OLD Hulk. Not the regular Hulk when he’s old, but his curmudgeonly grandfather.

Most people morph into their parents as they age… not me. I skipped a whole generation and am turning into my crabby (but lovable) grandfather.

I’m reading a book where the main character lives in the same apartment as Claude Debussy in 1891- she actually lives directly above him and her brother, who is friends with Claude, told her that La damoiselle élue is written about her (she looks like a Rossetti (founder of the Pre-Raphaelite movement) painting). ANYWAYS. This sounds super-familiar… but I can’t think of what the song actually sounds like. I look it up on my music service, but it’s not pulling up any suggestions. I finally found it just a little bit ago and started playing it.

The title is familiar, but the song is not at all.

It’s actually really annoying.

Holy crap, I’m turning into a crotchety old man!

 

Okay, I’m not sure if the song as it is written is annoying (chords) or if the singer is just horrible or what. The singer is horrible. She sounds like when I had to find wedding music to sing and could only find what we refer to as “little old church ladies” (not an actual insult- just used to describe) singing bad opera-style.

I have noticed lately, in the last several months or so, getting that nails-on-a-chalkboard feeling from certain songs that have strange chords- mostly “modern” classical… and I do start getting impatient with the music after a short while and have to hurry up and change the song because I am inexplicably on the verge of anger and annoyance. I find myself shorter-tempered while listening to certain songs, even if I normally like that song (any type of  music). Sometimes I just feel like “I don’t have time for this shit” when listening to new songs that I’ve never heard before if I’m not instantly grooving.

I don’t know if my lack of audio-tolerance is from getting older or just crankier or maybe even from spending so many years at karaoke, being forced to listen to awful song choices or singers…

 

I did find a better version of La damoiselle élue that is performed by Victoria de los Angeles, who is actually a very talented singer whom I enjoy. She is on several tracks of one of my favorite opera CD’s. I think with that version before, it was a combination of bad singing and some wonky chords. I stuck it out thru this one, even though I was starting to feel the rage creeping in once that 13:51 mark hit with the wonky chords. Not sure if it was worth it. It only got vaguely better after another minute or so.

Meh. Deleted from playlist.

 

 

Side note: if you don’t know who Claude Debussy is, fucking go read a book. Google that shit. You’re really missing out on life. He wrote Clair de Lune, which is a totally gorgeous piano piece. Also, Google “Pre-Raphaelite” if you don’t know what that is either. It’s one of my favorite styles of painting.

I really worry about people in this day and age. Probably because I’m a crotchety old man at heart.

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Ass-flavored energy for sale

My sister thought I needed to blog this…

We were talking during Karaoke one night last weekend and somehow I remembered that I had brought her the 5-hr energy that I didn’t finish because I couldn’t choke the rest down, but she downs that stuff all the time.

Her: How old are these?

Me: I have no idea. They’ve been sitting in my drawer for a while. They don’t go bad. There’s nothing in them to spoil.

Her: Yes, they have vitamins in them…

Me: Vitamins don’t spoil. They just get less potent. I can’t drink them. They taste like Sweet-N-Low, which I already hate, minus the Sweet. I can’t handle the after taste. (My throat literally closes on stuff like that, and my gag-reflex kicks in: my body is refusing to consume it.)

Her: <takes a swig> Ew. Why did you get this flavor? I always get pomegranate. That’s the least icky flavor.

Me: They didn’t have pomegranate… they had this. And “Ass”.

Her: <laughing> What flavor is “Ass”?

Me: I’m not sure. I think it’s supposed to be grape or some shit they just made up. It’s like they had no idea what actual fruit flavor tastes like.

I guess they can’t market it as just being “chemically” flavored, even though that’s what it tastes like.