Today’s Song of the Day is a trip back to 1980s basic cable with some early MTV special effects. It’s ‘80s B movie sci-fi meets ‘90s techno with some Diana Ross loops thrown in because why not? This is not so much a Song of the Day as it is a Video of the Day (and that day appears to have taken place in 1982, give or take).
Here’s Raar and their song, Sometimes I Hear Sirens. May it take your Saturday into a time machine hellbound for the ‘80s and early video technology at its finest.
Today’s SOTD is one that makes me feel gratitude. Grateful for seeing myself through, one day at a time, safe and sound and sober. I first heard this song when I was still in the throes of tomboozery (so to speak). But I longed to be free of it. I missed the person I used to be. This song makes me think of that person and that time, not so long ago now.
This is Flogging Molly and Whistles the Wind. A good song to feel grateful to.
So yesterday was my birthday. The sun shone all day. Up my sleeve was my still healing sleeve. On my head was a fresh barbershop fade. My button down shirt was crisp. Friends took me out for lunch. I ate a lot and laughed a lot. It was a good day. One of those days where this classic ‘90s song comes to mind.
And yeah, I’m checking all the buckets for this one. Love, survival, sobriety. I’m feeling it all.
What’s more suitable for a Sunday than some old-school gospel? And who better to sock it to us than LaVern Baker. Put on your Sunday best and get ready to bang on your bass drum. Here’s LaVern and her song, “Saved.”
Today’s SOTD is an epic one for an epic day ahead. This is Winnipeg breakcore artist, Venetian Snares and his song Szamar Madar.
This song pretty much describes the whole tattooing process. By about hour two (or two and a half) is when the drums kick in. By the fourth hour, cue the operatic loops (read: the internal screams because the endorphins have run out). I’ll need to choose another song for my next sit as this is part 1 of my sleeve, the outline. What song for the shading-in session? I’ll have to think on that. Stay tuned.
Sadly, my tattoo artist will not be playing tracks like this. I’ll be under the needle for several hours with my ears wide open to industrial thrash metal. It’s the kind of music a serial killer might serenade with you. Where they might point out one of the indistinguishable noise tracks as “our song.”
Oh well. It’s his turf so he calls the musical shots and doesn’t take requests. I respect that.