When Am I Ever Going to Grow Up?
I wrote the title for this and it made me giggle silently to myself. The problem with the title is that I’m a 33 year old, with three kids and am completely responsible with a home under my belt to prove it. I throw dinner parties, birthday parties, cook for all of my friends and I can even make a killer Martini. The issue is that I’m 33 years old and still think like I’m 17 about a lot of silly things. I’ll give you a few examples to explain, the most recent happening a few weeks ago.
The Pixies were in town. This is one of, if not my absolute favorite bands. Ok, it’s neck and neck with The Pixies, The Clash, Minor Threat and Black Flag – but you get the idea. Now the last few times The Pixies have been in town one of two things occurred. I got so excited that I drank too much and ended up far more drunk than I should have been and had to be babysat all night by an unhappy boyfriend and or I would get so excited that would literally not be able to stop jumping around and or would get annoyed with the people around me because I couldn’t figure out for the life of me why they were all standing there staring at the most amazing band and NOT jumping around?
So The Pixies announced their Doolittle Tour and then I found out it was at The Hollywood Palladium. The HOLLYWOOD FUCKING PALLADIUM – where I spent almost every month, in my youth, watching some of the most amazing shows of all time (for the 90’s that is). I was thrilled and very much beginning to revert to the 17 year old. I was listening to Doolittle over and over again. Counting down the days till the show! However, I was also promising myself that I wouldn’t drink too much so I could really enjoy the show. I wore a cute skirt, put on some pretty make-up, and showed up on time with a friend that I had convinced needed to see this band with me. Off we went. I had a cocktail before I left the house and thought – Perfect – this is going swimmingly! Then I show up at the show and someone I know hands me a water bottle and says, “Here drink this quick” (It didn’t have water in it – by the way). So I do. Now, I am entering The Palladium and ever more excited!!! Woo-Hoo – The Pixies!!!! Then I think I should grab a beer because I am not leaving the show for anything!!! (more…)
My Soundtrack – A Guide to Siria’s Playlists (Future, Past, and Present)
A Guide to the Eclecticism of Siria’s Playlists to come…
…I don’t listen to anything because I think it’s cool or because someone else does. As with everything else, I like what I like. 
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With that said below is my attempt (in as close to chronological order as possible) to help you understand what for better or worse has led me down basically down every musical path I’ve chosen to explore.
George Strait ”The Chair” -
The very first tape I bought all by myself was George Strait’s Something Special at the age of four (yes really). Prior to that I sometimes got to pick stuff out whenever my dad would buy music (which was often – I scored such gems as The Chipmunks Christmas, Fairy Tale Princess Stories, The Story of Rapunzel, etc., etc.) but this one I bought all by myself with the allowance my parents gave me ($5 a week). I actually at the moment can’t even recall exactly what drew me to it, but every morning for the next two weeks I would make sure to have my George Strait tape with me as I was dropped off at the babysitters house and hand her the tape asking if we could play it.
Every day for two weeks she would conveniently forget to play it 
. That’s okay I played it enough on the way home from the babysitters, on the way to the babysitters, and at home. It took a little while for this tape to actually grow on me and was starting to think maybe my purchase that had left me without ice cream truck money for a whole week hadn’t been so wise after all. Thankfully I discovered “The Chair,” which is basically a song about a guy in a bar attempting to pick up on chicks with a lame pickup line that to this day I can listen to over and over. Yes there were others that should have this spot (see Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash, Merle Haggard, Conway Twitty, Chris LeDeux, Willie Nelson, and of course Buck Owens), but George Strait was my introduction to country music and has been a constant in my life. I am pretty confident that he stands alone in being the only musical artist that I can sing along with at least 30-40 of his songs and know a majority of the words.
This man heads my list of those who in my eyes can do no wrong musically which I refer to as ”Untouchables” (he spends time here with Lou Reed, Roy Orbison, Marty Stuart, Dwight Yoakam, Joe Strummer, Tom Petty, and Ian Mackye to name a few.). It’s no wonder he is to be honored with the Artist of the Decade by the Academy of Country Music next week, an honor that only four other acts (Marty Robbins, Alabama, Loretta Lynn, and Garth Brooks –no offense but Garth? Really? Before George? WTF?!)have receivedto date.
Stacey Q “We Connect” -