Why I Will Always Love Owl City

Here’s the thing, often someone will ask me who my favorite band/singer is and I will blink at them and slowly like… internalize a million things.

It becomes this sort of internal debate where I am like… gosh. My automatic response is Owl City but I mostly listen to Taylor Swift.

I need to be honest with you, Owl City is my favorite ever band/music act/artist.

Here’s why.

There is a sort of inherent ability Adam Young has to creating music that is more a feeling than a telling of an experience.

By that I mean the words he constructs his songs with don’t tell you matter of fact what happened or provide you with an obvious metaphor. He paints feelings, how the senses process the event or sensation.

It’s awesome.

I first discovered Owl City on a radio station when I heard ‘Hot Air Balloon’ and I was like, holy moly this music is awesome. The layers of the music, the construction of the songs, it was brilliant. Then I googled ‘them’ and found a bunch of their other songs.

I truly fell in love when I heard the Album All things Bright and Beautiful, if you haven’t heard that album, you need to get a hold of it right now. It is one of the best things I’ve ever witnessed mostly because the music is just so alive and so complex but so easy to digest.

After that… I’ll be honest, Midsummer Station wasn’t super my jam, but some of his single hits like Wolf Bite and Up all Night (off the Ultra-Violet EP) and Tokyo (so good) are awesome.

Owl City has a new album coming out this year and despite it being ages, and despite how I feel about Midsummer Station, he’s still my favorite musician.

I know this because I listen to his covers of ‘Can you Feel the Love Tonight,’ and ‘Bright Eyes’ and ‘Folsom Prison Blues’ ALL THE TIME and because every time he’s been to New Zealand I’ve been to his concert.

Owl City is awesome. I know you probably think ‘Oh right, Fireflies…’ and if that is the case, listen to some of his stuff, he is awesome.

So I’m Writing A Song…

So I have decided to write a song for the signing of the marriage license/certificate at Josh and my wedding.

I am terrified, so if it fails I guess we will use Toto, Africa… Anyway here’s what I have so far:

End of Pre Chorus:

I love the way that you are I are…

Chorus:

Completely ordinary

But completely in love

And out of every love story

I love ours the most coz

I’ve got your hand and you’ve got mine forever

and I get to spend my whole life

Getting to know you better

https://m.soundcloud.com/gideonpress/completely-ordinary

Writing Music: Mostly All Time Low

Saturday night my fiancé, my brother and groomsman/person I work with all went out without me so I sat home alone.

As a result of this I did what any normal girl would do.

Brought something super yum for dinner, put on my PJs, made a ginger tea and watched Kath and Kimderella on TV.

The thing was that Kath and Kimderella was way less funny than I thought it was going to be (thanks for that Australia… that’s twenty minutes of my life I’ll never get back) so I spent most of the evening looking for new music instead.

This is the result of that new music searching.

Mostly All Time Low, their new album is the boss and has some really great team ups with the lead singers of Good Charlotte and Blink182. Another highlight is of course Family Force 5’s Raised by Wolves which is just great head banging music.

Total favorite on this this is twenty one pilots. All their other songs aren’t 100% my jam but Fairly Local totally is

Enjoy!

Music

I’m Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself A Letter

I’ve got beef with the modern world and you might too.

Supposedly we live in a world of connectivity.

A world where you can enter something into a search engine and instantly have the answer.

A world where you can text or email someone a zillion miles away from you and depending on if they’re awake or not, get a response.

A world where it would be genuinely impossible to hide the faces of actors like they did in Home Improvement (Wilson Wilson) only to have it revealed on the very last episode.

But if this is the case, then why do I feel so disconnected?

By this I mean, why the heck do I feel so remote sometimes?

I’m not sure if you have ever felt like this, maybe you have, haven’t you haven’t, but here’s the deal because the modern world and I?

We’ve got bad blood.

Here’s the thing. I think communication and connectivity is too easy, so we’ve gotten lazy.

I’m getting married in November, which is super exciting. The thing is, I’ve found that getting married makes you HYPER aware of like… your life.

You have to decide who you want at your ceremony, who you want at your reception, who you want in your bridal party, marrying you, doing readings… the list goes on.

So you sort of have to line everyone up and make calls and it can get really confusing sometimes because you may think you’re super close with someone but they may not think they are close with you or vice versa.

It’s weird.

But it makes you aware that actually, in this age of connectivity we’re actually super disconnected and we’ve let it numb us in many ways.

I am in a struggle to keep my wedding invites off of Facebook. As a result of this when it came to Josh and My engagement party I contacted everyone (through text) for their addresses to post actual invitations.

Here was my first surprise.

The number of people who didn’t text me back.

My engagement party was purposefully very small. Mostly because we were hosting it in my backyard and large events can seem a little… impersonal. So we were very specific about who we invited. It struck me as really weird that people I considered super important to be at my reasonably small celebration couldn’t even bother texting back.

And it happens more and more. I am one of those people who like… texts or calls people out of the blue just because I think it’s important to make sure people KNOW they matter.

You may not have seen them in years but regardless, if someone’s your friend, they’re your friend no matter what distance or time has passed.

But this is what’s bumming me out recently is that I will text people, about things, wedding stuff to catch up, whatever… and never hear back. Now I’m not a mean person or anything, it’s just people forget. Frequently, I will speak with them and they will be like ‘Sorry I saw your text… missed call… whatever… but forgot to call… text… whatever you back.’

I often forget when I get texts or messages or emails too. Which has got me thinking.We have everything at our finger tips to reach out and connect with people in a way a million times better than before but we don’t.

We don’t have to share common telephones between several houses, we don’t have to post letters overseas and wait weeks for a reply… we have do everything instantly, whenever we want.

But we don’t.

And worse, the connection that does go on we allow to become less purposeful, lethargic, and forgettable.

By no means am I saying I am perfect and never forget to call or text people, or whatever, but  am sort of just wondering what we need to do to bring intention back into our connection and communication with people.

There was a song, ‘I’m Going to Sit Write Down and Write Myself a Letter.’ about writing yourself a letter and pretending its from the person you care about.

It sort of reminds me of this feeling… like you don’t matter because you’re so forgettable… I mean it’s great to have friends, to feel appreciated, and we should strive to do that.

The thing is, I’d rather have fewer stronger proper connections with people than a few hundred friends on Facebook.

Maybe our wholes lives have turned into Twitter. We have people who ‘follow’ us, but not people who are truly ‘friends’ with us. Or if we do have friends occasionally those connections are transient and disposable.

I am bringing this up because it is about writing and writing with intention.

Maybe we should do it more. Maybe try harder to communicate, maybe try harder to connect in real ways. In valuable ways, in ways that are more purposeful.

I’m not sure.

Mind Blown: I Need To Apologise to Ben Aflleck

BlogpostWhen it was announced that Ben Aflleck was going to play the new Batman I developed this grudge against him.

This was mostly because in my mind it seemed completely unfair that he would play two super heroes.

I don’t know if you remember but Ben played Dare Devil in a 2000s super hero flick.

In my opinion he’d made his bed and now he needed to lie in it.

You cannot tie yourself to two kites!

Then it was all ‘Ben Aflleck is playing Batman’ and I was like, Uh, he can’t do that, he’s Dare Devil.

So since then I developed this eye rolling ‘Oh yes, because Ben thinks he’s cool enough to be two heroes’ sort of thing. It was like, ‘who is this guy, thinking he’s cool enough to play TWO super heroes!? Gosh Ben, you’re the only person in the world so full of yourself that you figure you’re alright to assign your face to two comic book characters!’

Then last night I was watching the Fantastic Four with my mum.

It was in watching it that I sort of looked at the dude to caught on fire (I can’t remember his name nor can I be bothered googling it because I think the Fantastic Four is lame…) and I was like:

Hang on. This guy looks familiar.

So I googled him (the actor, not the guy with the flames on him) and instantly it was like I saw everything clearly.

Guy-with-flames-in-Fantastic-Four is Chris Evans!

Chris Evans AKA CAPTAIN AMERICA!?

What is this!?

Instantly, I felt awful because I’d been trashing Ben Afllick for ages now and he wasn’t the only actor to consider himself important enough to play two super heroes.

I’m not sure if you – like me – haven’t noticed this before, but what the heck.

Anyway, so now I have to apologize to Ben Afllick.

Your REAL Voice vs. Your AUTHOR Voice

There was this one time that someone had read a story I’d written and afterwards they said to me ‘It was so weird, when I was reading it, I didn’t hear your voice in my head AT ALL.’

I’m not sure why but I took that as a huge complement.

I think the reason why may be that sometimes… when I’m talking… I sound like a total random.

It is weird how sometimes we have these different voices. Like these secret sides our ourselves than only manifest their narrative method when you’re typing or scribbling with a pen or pencil.

Saturday night I rung the local Indian place to order dinner. I placed my order the first time and basically confused the heck out of the man on the other end of the phone and he had to ask me to repeat myself.

This is because when I am talking or communicating in person I sound like a total random.

I have all these weird little methods of explaining things, like if something is large or comprehensive I will often say it’s ‘For Africa’ – I’m not sure why…

Or I overuse the words ‘Excellent,’ ‘Brilliant,’ and ‘Super.’

I am also a drama queen and use a LOT of hyperbole.

On paper however, there’s a lot of ways I like to tell stories.

When I’m writing serious things, in third person I’ll be brittle and sharp. Describe things as crisply and cleanly as possible with a sharpness that there are sentences that I have specifically phrases as such to slice to the heart or mind and make everything vivid.

Then there are times that I script things in first person and it’s a bit silly. Often this is where I’ll allow a little of my own speaking methods to manifest with features of language and really stupid little techniques of description – such as over theatrical depictions of events.

When I’m writing essays I sound like a MASSIVE bossy know it all.

It is pretty weird if you stop and think about the different ways you communicate. How your brain knows when to do something, when to not.

The reason I was thinking about it, I guess, is that I swear someone would listen to me talk and think, ‘goodness gracious me, I think reading anything she’s written would drive me stir crazy.’

And you know what? 50% of the time, for sure! the other 50% well… I have another voice up my sleeve.

Anyway, I’d love to hear about your author voices! So if you want to comment, I’d love to read it!

My Very Genuine Fear: The Silmarillion

I’m going to let you in on a little secret.

I am not a huge Lord of the Rings/Hobbit fan.

This is a problem because there is an assumption that

1) if you love writing/reading you should

and

2) if you are a New Zealander apparent it has become a part of our national identity to the extent that it’s the theme of our national air carrier (Air New Zealand)

Anyway, I am sharing this because I was reflecting recently, how little the ‘Hobbit’ movie is and yet how Peter Jackson managed to make three nearly three hour films on it.

As a matter of fact I could probably READ the Hobbit faster than you could watch all three movies.

Now there’s another book by Tolkien that I like on more of an intellectual level… (as in, I have read parts and quoted it in theological essays to sound intelligent but I don’t sit down and read it for LOLs for fun of any kind…)

This is the Silmarillion. The myths and legends behind the world of the Lords of the Rings/the Hobbit.

It is a BIG book, and at times, random as hell.

My fear, however, is that one day Peter Jackson will realize that there’s this huger, massive Tolkien book out there that he hasn’t yet made a movie of and will then make seventy-eight films about it.

Anyway, fingers crossed Peter Jackson never finds out about it and we can all be spared several more years of ‘Middle Earth’ related references.