For your listening pleasure here is another fun filled episode of Mission Underground. This week I went with a theme based show, playing songs from TV and Movie soundtracks. Here is the play list along with the audio files for download.
Download and listen here...
Soundtrack Show Hour 1
Soundtrack Show Hour 2
Hour 1 Play list ::
Weezer – Island In The Sun (Out Cold)
Jack Johnson – Bubble Toes (Out Cold)
Bob Schneider – Big Blue Sea (40 Days & 40 Nights)
Travis – Side (The Office)
Pete Droge & The Sinners – Beautiful Girl (Beautiful Girls)
Violent Femmes – Blister In The Sun (Grosse Point Blank)
Rolling Stones – Beast of Burden (The Family Man)
Wilco – Box Full of Letters (Beavis and Butthead)
Damien Rice – The Blowers Daughter (Closer)
Elliott Smith – Miss Misery (Good Will Hunting)
Ryan Adams – Nuclear (Smallville)
Beck – Lost Cause (Along Came Polly)
Turin Brakes – Pain Killer (The Last Kiss)
Gary Jules & Michael Andrews – Mad World (Donnie Darko)
Hour 2 Play list ::
The Flaming Lips – Do You Realize? (50 First Dates)
Badly Drawn Boy – Silent Sigh (About A Boy)
Radiohead – Fake Plastic Trees (Clueless)
Joseph Arthur – Honey and The Moon (American Wedding)
Chris Cornell – Sunshower (Great Expectations)
David Garza – Slave (Great Expectations)
Blue Swede – Hooked On A Feeling (Reservoir Dogs)
The Ramones – I Wanna Be Sedated (Detroit Rock City)
The Pixies – Wave Of Mutilation (Pump Up The Volume)
Stereophonics – Maybe Tomorrow (Wicker Park)
The Shins – New Slang (Garden State)
Pretenders – Brass In Pocket (Lost In Translation)
The White Stripes – I Just Don’t Know What To Do With Myself (My Best
Friends Wedding)
Spoon – The Book I Write (Stranger Than Fiction)
This show is what's keeping me sane around here!
I hope you guys enjoy.
Until next time...
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
your song and sleep deprivation
It’s 12:30 in the morning and I am wide awake. Tonight is no exception. This is the norm…
This is my life…
I have always been nocturnal. Though the military has done what it can to change that, It has been ineffective in its attempts. Do I get up and make it work at the time Uncle Sam prescribes, yes. Do I struggle to make it happen, no. Do I feel like a ghost most days, yes.
And that’s that.
I don’t know if this will ever change for me. When asked by my family how I am doing , ninety nine percent of the time my reply is “ I am good, just tired.” It seems I have been tired my entire life.
Aren’t we all?
Lately I have been taking notice of replies and reactions. Spying a yawn, or eyes hanging lower than the setting sun. Open, only wide enough to maintain some small sliver of coherence. This is the life we have chosen for ourselves. These are the lives we lead. And I speak not only of my military companions here in Iraq, for I see and hear it in others back home as well.
In fact, I am so tired right now that I do not even know what I am writing, yet that does not stop me from turning my computer off and going to bed. I will not lay haste upon such an important task as updating my blog. Never shall I be defeated by the demons of sleep. I will overcome. I will prevail.
So, here I am, twenty minutes later from when I embarked on this literary (no laughing) journey, with nothing more to show other than too many paragraphs explaining, and exploring, and imploring the thoughts of restlessness and fatigue.
The truth of the matter is that I don’t want to turn my music off. It is my escape. I get so “into” my music that I cannot fall asleep while listening to it. I get so wrapped up in the words being sung, embraced by their beauty, that I cannot fall asleep. Each melody transporting me to another place. Every chorus reminding me of another time. For example.
Sam Beam is whispering in my ear… weaving a tale of a young woman by the name of “Jezebel”, while majestically taking me to the East Village of Manhattan. Every time this song touches my ears I do not find myself in Iraq, I am in New York City. It is October. I am walking down the street with my good friends Joe and Christine at 3 o’clock in the morning* with aspirations of getting a tattoo. And, we’re singing “Jezebel” at the top of our lungs! We would have sung all the way home had we not stopped at Crif Dogs and stuffed our mouths with cheese fries and Chihuahua’s. (I assure you no animals were harmed in the making of that evening. Put down the phone. PETA, nor the SPCA need to be called. )
* (See paragraphs above for previous commentary on my sleep deprivation.)
Now Sufjan Stevens is crooning about a shadfly that is caught in Bobby’s hair. Does that mean anything to you? No. Do I care about Bobby or his shadfly? Not a bit. But, I can tell you this… My wife hates Sufjan Stevens, and reminds me of it at the very mention of his name. Perhaps, to me, that is part of his charm. Not that I like to torture my wife with my music collection, but every time I hear his voice I can’t help but smile and revel in the fact that if Stacey was sitting next to me she would be rolling her eyes and begging me to change the music.
And for a moment she is here, by my side.
Am I trying to say that music is what is polluting the psyche of humanity and the cause of the aforementioned universal fatigue? Absolutely not. I am just telling you why I can’t sleep tonight.
See you should have listened to me earlier when I said that I have no Idea what I am writing right now. For some reason, tonight I felt so inclined as to let the iPod run and set my fingers free, typing at will. This is what you have now been subjected to. The incessant ramblings of a sleepless sailor lost in a sea of sand. (Say that 5 times really fast!)
Yes, I am a dork. I know this.
Okay, now where was I?
Music.
Right.
So…
As cheesy as it is, I watched the film “August Rush” this evening. Please keep in mind that I had no idea what the movie was about before watching it. However, as cheesy and emotionally driven as it was, it wasn’t a bad film. I could relate to many of its themes. Not the, I’m an orphan and a musical prodigy feel it had to it, but the idea that music is all around us… in us… in everything.
I am by no means a musical prodigy. In fact musically, I feel as thought I should be wearing a safety helmet and be placed in the “special” music class. There is nothing I hate more than walking into a music store and seeing an 11 year old wailing on a guitar in a manner that would put Hendrix to shame. Trust me it happens. I tell you this for one reason only. You don’t have to be a musical genius. You don’t even have to be a musician. Hell, you don’t even have to know how to play an instrument to hear the music.
Music is in everything. Yes, it is there. Can you hear it? Do you even know what your listening for?
The shutting of a door. The ticking of a clock. Leaves crackling beneath your feet. A mother doing the dishes. Children playing in the yard. Waves crashing into the sand. Car horns honking on the street.
It all comes together…
Adding and subtracting thoughts and sounds until it adds up to something you can grasp. A song you can hear… A song you can feel. A song that can take you places.
To many this may sound obscure, or even obscene. But I challenge you this… The next time you are on the street… in a noisy restaurant… laying in your bed wide awake… Close your eyes and listen to the soundtrack of your life. It may not be as poetic or as polished as Brittany’s last album, but it is yours.
Your life… Your world… Your song.
What does your song say about you?
This is my life…
I have always been nocturnal. Though the military has done what it can to change that, It has been ineffective in its attempts. Do I get up and make it work at the time Uncle Sam prescribes, yes. Do I struggle to make it happen, no. Do I feel like a ghost most days, yes.
And that’s that.
I don’t know if this will ever change for me. When asked by my family how I am doing , ninety nine percent of the time my reply is “ I am good, just tired.” It seems I have been tired my entire life.
Aren’t we all?
Lately I have been taking notice of replies and reactions. Spying a yawn, or eyes hanging lower than the setting sun. Open, only wide enough to maintain some small sliver of coherence. This is the life we have chosen for ourselves. These are the lives we lead. And I speak not only of my military companions here in Iraq, for I see and hear it in others back home as well.
In fact, I am so tired right now that I do not even know what I am writing, yet that does not stop me from turning my computer off and going to bed. I will not lay haste upon such an important task as updating my blog. Never shall I be defeated by the demons of sleep. I will overcome. I will prevail.
So, here I am, twenty minutes later from when I embarked on this literary (no laughing) journey, with nothing more to show other than too many paragraphs explaining, and exploring, and imploring the thoughts of restlessness and fatigue.
The truth of the matter is that I don’t want to turn my music off. It is my escape. I get so “into” my music that I cannot fall asleep while listening to it. I get so wrapped up in the words being sung, embraced by their beauty, that I cannot fall asleep. Each melody transporting me to another place. Every chorus reminding me of another time. For example.
Sam Beam is whispering in my ear… weaving a tale of a young woman by the name of “Jezebel”, while majestically taking me to the East Village of Manhattan. Every time this song touches my ears I do not find myself in Iraq, I am in New York City. It is October. I am walking down the street with my good friends Joe and Christine at 3 o’clock in the morning* with aspirations of getting a tattoo. And, we’re singing “Jezebel” at the top of our lungs! We would have sung all the way home had we not stopped at Crif Dogs and stuffed our mouths with cheese fries and Chihuahua’s. (I assure you no animals were harmed in the making of that evening. Put down the phone. PETA, nor the SPCA need to be called. )
* (See paragraphs above for previous commentary on my sleep deprivation.)
Now Sufjan Stevens is crooning about a shadfly that is caught in Bobby’s hair. Does that mean anything to you? No. Do I care about Bobby or his shadfly? Not a bit. But, I can tell you this… My wife hates Sufjan Stevens, and reminds me of it at the very mention of his name. Perhaps, to me, that is part of his charm. Not that I like to torture my wife with my music collection, but every time I hear his voice I can’t help but smile and revel in the fact that if Stacey was sitting next to me she would be rolling her eyes and begging me to change the music.
And for a moment she is here, by my side.
Am I trying to say that music is what is polluting the psyche of humanity and the cause of the aforementioned universal fatigue? Absolutely not. I am just telling you why I can’t sleep tonight.
See you should have listened to me earlier when I said that I have no Idea what I am writing right now. For some reason, tonight I felt so inclined as to let the iPod run and set my fingers free, typing at will. This is what you have now been subjected to. The incessant ramblings of a sleepless sailor lost in a sea of sand. (Say that 5 times really fast!)
Yes, I am a dork. I know this.
Okay, now where was I?
Music.
Right.
So…
As cheesy as it is, I watched the film “August Rush” this evening. Please keep in mind that I had no idea what the movie was about before watching it. However, as cheesy and emotionally driven as it was, it wasn’t a bad film. I could relate to many of its themes. Not the, I’m an orphan and a musical prodigy feel it had to it, but the idea that music is all around us… in us… in everything.
I am by no means a musical prodigy. In fact musically, I feel as thought I should be wearing a safety helmet and be placed in the “special” music class. There is nothing I hate more than walking into a music store and seeing an 11 year old wailing on a guitar in a manner that would put Hendrix to shame. Trust me it happens. I tell you this for one reason only. You don’t have to be a musical genius. You don’t even have to be a musician. Hell, you don’t even have to know how to play an instrument to hear the music.
Music is in everything. Yes, it is there. Can you hear it? Do you even know what your listening for?
The shutting of a door. The ticking of a clock. Leaves crackling beneath your feet. A mother doing the dishes. Children playing in the yard. Waves crashing into the sand. Car horns honking on the street.
It all comes together…
Adding and subtracting thoughts and sounds until it adds up to something you can grasp. A song you can hear… A song you can feel. A song that can take you places.
To many this may sound obscure, or even obscene. But I challenge you this… The next time you are on the street… in a noisy restaurant… laying in your bed wide awake… Close your eyes and listen to the soundtrack of your life. It may not be as poetic or as polished as Brittany’s last album, but it is yours.
Your life… Your world… Your song.
What does your song say about you?
Sunday, February 10, 2008
:: :: Mission Underground Vol. II :: ::
As promised, here is the recording of my latest radio show. I apologize for the poor sound quality, but limited bandwith only allows me to upload small files.
I also apologize for the lack in my writing lately. I promise to post something very soon...possibly tomorrow.
Until then enjoy...!
Mission Underground 8 FEB Hour 1
Mission Underground 8 FEB Hour 2
I also apologize for the lack in my writing lately. I promise to post something very soon...possibly tomorrow.
Until then enjoy...!
Mission Underground 8 FEB Hour 1
Mission Underground 8 FEB Hour 2
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Mission Underground Goes Live...!
Alright guys... After weeks of planning I finally got to go live with my new radio show "Mission Underground." Everything went well, although I was nervous as I have ever been. It's a little different talking music with my friends, compared to talking music into a microphone with 100,000 troops, and who knows how many Iraqi's tuning in. However, I got a lot of good feedback from people, as they seemed to have liked the show.
So, per everyone's request you can now listen/download the shows by clicking on the links below. It was recorded into hour segments, and I hate to tell you this, but the first 10 minutes of the show was cut off due to an issue with our recording device. So, you'll have to do without hearing my jittery, nervous self talking live on air for the very first time.
Please keep in mind that I am by no means a professional! With that said, enjoy!
Mission Underground Hour 1
Mission Underground Hour 2
So, per everyone's request you can now listen/download the shows by clicking on the links below. It was recorded into hour segments, and I hate to tell you this, but the first 10 minutes of the show was cut off due to an issue with our recording device. So, you'll have to do without hearing my jittery, nervous self talking live on air for the very first time.
Please keep in mind that I am by no means a professional! With that said, enjoy!
Mission Underground Hour 1
Mission Underground Hour 2
Saturday, February 2, 2008
::Mission Underground::
So, tomorrow I will start broadcasting my very own radio show. Airing throughout Iraq Sunday nights from 6-8 p.m. I'll be playing lots of stuff not usually heard on mainstream radio, Indie/Alternative/Americana music, etc...
I am going to do my best to record every show and post it online in podcast form for your listening pleasure. I will be sure to let you guys know as soon as that is available.
If you were wondering what the music was that started playing as soon as you loaded this page... Well, that is a little "spot" I produced for my show. If for some reason the audio doesn't automatically load you can listen to it by clicking here. This was my first attempt, so lemme know what you think.
If you can't tell I am very excited about this opportunity! I just hope it all goes well.
Enough about that.
74 days until I start to head home, but who's counting right? The time has been flying by, it seems as if I just got here. I am sure Stacey feels a little differently about this than I do. Although I do like working here, I will be very glad to be home!
Until next time...
I am going to do my best to record every show and post it online in podcast form for your listening pleasure. I will be sure to let you guys know as soon as that is available.
If you were wondering what the music was that started playing as soon as you loaded this page... Well, that is a little "spot" I produced for my show. If for some reason the audio doesn't automatically load you can listen to it by clicking here. This was my first attempt, so lemme know what you think.
If you can't tell I am very excited about this opportunity! I just hope it all goes well.
Enough about that.
74 days until I start to head home, but who's counting right? The time has been flying by, it seems as if I just got here. I am sure Stacey feels a little differently about this than I do. Although I do like working here, I will be very glad to be home!
Until next time...
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