Better late than never: Lorde

I meant to post this last week, but somehow it was still pending. Anyway, this song was stuck in my head all last week. 

How cool is Lorde?! Since I am actually old enough to be her mom (i.e. I even know who her father would've been), it seems like a weird choice. Most of her songs are about being a teenager, naturally, and she wouldn't be here without the ladies of my era--definitely Tori Amos, Fiona Apple, Ani?--but damn, she just does it so well. And she seems fairly normal and well-adjusted in interviews. May she make fifty more albums!

Despite my usual (and justified!) reluctance to embark on charity knitting and knitting-for-hire, I've decided to knit a few hats for Rosina's preschool's silent auction. Her Felicity (technically made for me) was so darn cute, and she got a lot of compliments on it. I had two more skeins of the same yarn, so why not? That and a few basic watchcaps--also from leftovers--and hopefully they will earn a few dollars. (As in, they better go for at least $12 apiece. Probably better if I don't ever know...)

A prescient title

In my continuing examination of twenty-year-old music, Exhibit Foo Fighters.  Out of the ashes of Nirvana, polymath Dave Grohl writes and plays all instruments on the group's eponymous album.  It wasn't even an actual group yet (he had to recruit them for the tour!).  I liked Nirvana OK, but for all the posturing, I was never wholly a grunge person.  Even at my worst teen angst, I was still inherently an optimistic person, and have always been a lover of melody.  And even in this first attempt, we see what Foo Fighters would continue to be:  more melody, more interesting harmonies, better singing, a freaking sense of humor, lyrics that aren't just about shocking people... So yes, I maintain that Foo Fighters is/was a way better band than Nirvana, even at this stage.







And this video--with all its grunge-era posturing--is apparently about fighting viruses or something, a la Fantastic Voyage?  Already this is more fun than Nirvana.  Just wait until they start spoofing Mentos commercials!



Rosina had kind of a pointless field trip this morning--storytime at Barnes & Noble?  Other than change of venue, this is basically what they do every day at school--but after dropping her back at school, I had a particularly Bourgie Mom morning:  eyebrow threading (ouch! luckily I only do this about once a year to maintain shape), Bath & Body Works (belated birthday gift for my mother), then shoe shopping (because I always default to sneakers, even to work, and I don't love that).  Does it help that the shoes are faux Alegria Mary Janes with a blue-and-purple swirly pattern?  They should go really well with my new hipster-Ariel glasses...

It's spelled that way on purpose

For some reason, multiple radio stations have been playing way more Bush lately than seems warranted. (After Jeb Bush suspended his campaign, ironically...) I've never been a huge fan, but this song reminds me of that time in tenth (?) grade when we had one school dance DJed by the local hard rock/alternative station. This was one of the last songs they played, and I finally had the courage to ask Ed M. to dance. (I had a crush on him forever--an actual nice guy, which was rare, but it didn't mean he was interested! I later learned he'd had this huge unrequited crush on a girl who'd been with the same guy since middle school. That couple is still together.). He mumbled something about being right back, then did not rematerialize, but he was even more awkward than I was, and was probably unable to deal... But yeah, this song brings it all back!

Gavin Rossdale was cute in such a '90s way. I am a bit envious of his bouncy curls, but what were they all thinking with the man-bobs??  Incidentally, if Google Image Search is any indication, he has aged extremely well. He is fifty, and still pretty hot! O.O

Speaking of aging, I hope the child grows out of her current rebellious phase with a swiftness. Today was not a good day for that. I am very looking forward to having a few hours to myself tomorrow morning.