Today has been a blast-from-the-past kind of day, as are many days spent back here in Baltimore.
We went to Mt. Washington (Mom, Dad, and I) and had bagels and coffee by the Jones Falls. Then we took a long country drive, trading iPod cuts on the car speakers, chatting. I mainly watched the Park Heights mansions drift by our windows. At Goodwill, Dad got me a lovely set-of-drawers, a steal at 5$, for jewelry. We got a few other minor things, but it was nice to have an outing with the family. Later this evening Mom & I ventured out to the liquor store and picked up some Irish Creme for some minor monday celebration; we spent an hour deliberating over groceries at the supermarket. I picked up some different things for a present I’m compiling for the boyfriend, as he is forced to spend the Easter weekend alone 
.
Mom and I discovered this site: musicovery which is amazing, you basically pick your mood (a graph of sorts, allowing for moods such as “Dark, Energetic” or “Positive, Calm”), the era of music you’re interested in (I stayed mainly towards 1960-1979), and the genres you like. It then gives you a map of embedded flash songs that fit the description, and as you click on a song to listen to, five-fifteen more songs map out like spiderwebs from the song you are listening to. I relived some childhood with the Beatles and CCR.
This put me in the mood to find some old music, and that I did, settling on Billboard’s collection of Top 100 songs for 1965. Here is where I found maybe the best thing I have come upon all day: The Vogues – You’re The One (linked for download on sendspace). This, as simple as it is, could probably be considered one of my most favorite songs. It was my favorite song in the universe circa ages 2-7. I have many fond memories of dancing around in our then-1970’s wood-paneled basement (since redone in an unfortunate shade of white), toes all curled in the shag carpeting as I bopped around to the spinning vinyl. I used to think, in the way that the world makes sense to 5 year olds, that one of my dad’s friends was the actual singer of the song. I remember asking him to sing it to me, and he politely declined; now that I look back on the incident, I don’t think the man can sing a note. It must be embarrassing, but somewhat cute, to have your friend’s little daughter insisting that you are the actual singer of a 60’s hit, and tantrum when you won’t sing it for her.
Tomorrow I plan to try to capture my brother for a photoshoot-interpretation of prompt number two; if he doesn’t comply, well, I certainly can gush enough about my boyfriend to fill the specifications. My brother is so odd though, and I mean that in a complimentary way (lest he catches wind of this blog); he is who I initially thought of for this project because of his sheer photogenic nature, and the volumes I could go into about his eccentricities. I also never see him, even when I’m home he’s at a friend’s house 95% of the time. We’re an odd pair in that siblings aren’t usually as close as he and I, but I truly consider him one of my best friends.
And with that said, it’s time for another sleep-induced abrupt ending, because I don’t want to spill too much about my brother before I possibly profile him tomorrow.
