ABC Music Meme

I've gotten as far as D, and even though others doing this meme ( ::coughcoughdeepredbellecoughcough:: ) have already passed me, I'm fairly proud of that accomplishment. Especially with the scattered nature of my music collection right now.

D is for...

1. Darling Nikki - The Foo Fighters
(D is for "Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude, sweeeeeeet")
Originally covered by Prince, but made much hotter and sluttier by Dave Grohl and Company. The unapologetic sexuality of the titular heroine is so much fun, it surprises me that this ever made it on the air. Because most sexualized pop maivens succeed by selling themselves as the sexual object, not as the sexual person. Very refreshing.
"Thank you for a funky time...Call me up whenever you want to grind"

2. Drive - Melissa Ferrick
(D is for "doing it")
Add this to your list of songs to bump and grind to, folkses. Lovely story about making a man absolutely crazy with how fucking sensual his girl is. Melissa Ferrick wins at life for this song.
"And your head is bent back, your back is arched...My hand is under there, holding you up"

3. Drinking Song - The Kingsmen
(D is for "drinking"!)
It means more if you're a Columbia grad, but the sentiment is fairly priceless no matter what your alma mater. Sung by a fairly infamous a cappella group from that school, "Drinking Song" is a celebration of the joys of being young and irresponsible with your four, short years of college. What else is college for, really?
"Drink drink drink and then throw up, then get up and drink some more! And if I ever think that I've had too much to drink, well, then I'm probably passed out on the floor!"

4. Driving Lesson - Garbage
(D is for "driven" as in "being driven")
Probably my favorite Garbage B-side ever. Another fairly sexual one, seeing as it makes mostly the same metaphorical reference as the Melissa Ferrick song. But who doesn't get a sexual vibe from Shirley Manson? She totally makes love to everyone when she sings. Britney, take note: she sounds like what breathy singing ought to be, you know, with the actual singing involved. Yeah, I'd do her.
"I can make an honest man of you...I can make you clean if you want me to"

5. Dissolved Girl - Massive Attack
(D is for "downloaded")
Ah, takes me back to 1999. The world was still all a-feared of Y2K, I was still in high school, and The Matrix had not yet been sullied by the sequels. I listened to the soundtrack a hundred times over and scoured the internet to find out what the hell this song was. I knew it as the one "that made Keanu look even cuter while he was sleeping." You shall know it and love it if you do not already.
"Fade, made to fade...Passion's overrated anyway"


Thus ends this installment of the Alphabet Music Meme and its mostly raunchy selections. Feel free to break it up with craziness from Richard Cheese's cover of Down with the Sickness. I've linked to it a hundred times, but I'm just making sure no one goes without--last time I link it, promise. Or, if you're one of those "geeks," you might like a trancy cover by Orbital of the theme to Doctor Who. Either or both, just as you chose.

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Heroes last night deserves this icon. Because, seriously? Dude.

( Spoilers! )

Watched the latest Torchwood, too. I'm not sure what I think. It's definitely better than the week before, but I still don't buy what they're trying to do with Jack's character. If I hadn't seen Doctor Who before this (which, to be fair, you don't need to at all to understand everything going on), I would probably be okay with it. As is, it contradicts the Jack Harkness they introduced on that show first and makes him into some schizo Jack. It does not help that I don't think John Barrowman does dark very well. You can be tough and not dark, as Jack was originally, and he excels at being shamelessly flirty and falsely shallow, suggesting self-respect and -knowledge that run a lot deeper than the characterizations being flung at him in Torchwood that just aren't sticking. Whatever happened for however long Jack was on Earth after leaving at the end of Doctor Who had better be something incredible or this is going to piss me off royally.

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Dunno where I stole this from, I've been all over LJ today.

This would be the meme about writing to your fandoms as if they were people. Try and guess "who" they are.
(I am playing fast and loose with "fandom" by picking stuff I am just a fan of, but let's give it a try anyway!)

1. I can't believe I fell for you. You were precisely the wrong, wrong, wrong thing for me--glittery, mostly happy, silly, and, God help me, popular. Hidden depths behind a cheery facade, true devotion and diligence and intelligence--all put to work to pull off something spectacular in you. You're pure magic, and I am okay with that!( Guessed by feiran )

2. We met by chance, randomly passing each other by until I took the time to stop and get to know you. You obligingly backed up, started over with me, and I stayed to watch you mature. I found a true appreciation of the differences between and the similarities despite, brilliant points of connectivity amidst a thousand separate pieces of you. As time went on, I fell away, you descended into madness, but I always missed you. I'll claim you back, bit by bit, and we'll see if we can recognize each other when we're through.( Guessed by feiran )

3. This relationship should have been doomed from the start. First off, my mother introduced us. Fortunately, life isn't a soap opera or a sit-com, and she has excellent taste. Second, it helps that you immediately ingratiated yourself with my friends and that I did the same with your friends. Third, we proved our friendship could survive mood swings, partings, changes of address, and more, so, after all that, how could we not have remained close? I still reference you for all my other relationships, I'm absolutely certain--are they as funny as you? Are they as carefully considerate or blithely indifferent? As suprising? As heartbreaking? ( Guessed by edgehopper, feiran )

4. Our first date we were alone, and things didn't look to be going well. I admit I was distracted, lonely, perhaps even a tad bored, but, be fair, you were being timid, taking your time opening up, trying to impress me with how utterly unimpressive, how unsingular you were. Then somewhere about midway through that first time, those little bits of insignificance, the pieces of you I took for granted, started to matter. I clung to them, desperate they should not die out. Tell me more, I said, and you did. You kept me guessing because you told me a real tale, one with consequences and loss in equal parts to escape and survival. At times, when you tired of entertaining me, you shuffled me off with a story not worthy of your skill, but you brought me back, and still I wait for more, anxious even when I am content, upset when things are happy, mystified with the obvious and sated on the elusive.( Guessed by feiran )

5. There's no reason for why I loved you so. I look back and I still can't make it out, and the heartbreak still eats at me. You were so beautiful, then. Shiny like Christmas presents, wrapped and opened all at once, so you could see the beauty and still have the toy. There was newness to you, I'm certain that's what drew me at first--newness like a reissue of a favorite comic book; the parts were familiar, but the delivery astonishingly vivid. Later, our first days were corrupted. You believed so hard in your own beauty that you slighted mine, and I couldn't tolerate your self-absorption any longer. I left, and I still can't revisit the good times. Not yet. ( Guessed by feiran )

6. Only the good die young, and for what you lived, you burned a blazing path from one end of your time to the other. That time is gone, and I ache for that fact yet also sort of relish it. There will be no betrayal, not like I had with #5. You are as you are, and you are over. My memory of what you are will inform my dreams of what might have been, and what might have been might be in one form or another, but it will never be you. If only we'd had more time together, if only I could be sure that we would never have more. ( Guessed by edgehopper, feiran )

7. One day, listening to my friends is going to get me into a lot of trouble. Happily, the day I committed to spending time with you was not one of those future, possibly bad days. Might have been, though. I found you a tad silly, standoffish, almost, in your refusal to be important whilst being declared so. Somewhere along the way, I took for granted that you were amazing and re-evaluated. Now, I find myself aching for all that you mean and all that you have yet to accomplish. Such a terrible tease, making me wait, yet I do it anyway. ( Guessed by feiran )

8. Your sense of style won me over. Never have I seen the seven deadly sins sold to me with such winning aplomb. You had the right moves, the funkiest attitude, the strangest blend of serious and irreverant all at the same time, it was dizzying. After I got used to your groove, I could laugh along with you until you made me cry when you left. Still, you're one of my favorites, even after I've sort of given up on your fellows. ( Guessed by bigscary )

9. How weird is it that I never liked you half so well as your brother when you two used to come around each week, but now that you're gone, I appreciate you more in your absence? So much so that I run out to bankrupt myself at to relive the same times I took for granted? Has there been anyone more unintentionally (and intentionally) hilarious (#3 not withstanding)? Why do I find myself quoting you as one would quote the Bible? I'm even known for some of my impressions at this point, which means I'm not alone in anticipating your return, in whatever form that might be. ( Guessed by feiran )

10. My first love, my most recent, most severe disappointment. I can't remember a weekend spent without you, without some part of you, and I've lost count the times we've encountered each other--either literally, or where you pop up in others. You're an inspiration, much as you were the derivative of inspirations before your time. There should be laws against what was done to you. It's like de Niro schilling with Billy Crystal; there are just some things that you should never do to a legend that have been done to yo--irrevocably, due to your Creator's laws. You will have a legacy amonst a good set of ten-twenty generations, but what of the children who come to you finish to start instead of start to finish? Who spurn you disco asthetic and quality goofiness for the brooding whine of your last hurrah? There ought to be a law. ( Guessed by edgehopper, feiran )

ETA: Well done! All guessed!