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A slightly smaller review. Entirely subjective.
"Give Me Strength."
Good Lord. How about just "Give me am Mp3 and Macast on endless repeat
for about two hours?"
Great jumping Jesus on a pogo stick! When I was in high school, I used to
listen to Duran songs or fabulous one-hits from now-faded wonders over
and over again on my Walkman, thus sparing anyone in my immediate
vicinity a mind-numbing barrage of the same three minutes over and over
again. I haven't done that quite as much, recently, it being so many
years later, my expectations higher, and my patience shorter. Oh, and I
don't have a cassette player anymore anyway-- the incessant repeats
usually blew them out.
What I do have, however, is a nifty new iBook with a fabulous Mp3 player
installed. It's an iBook SE-- it's Graphite, and it's got a 366mhz
processor and a 6 gig hard drive and it has all sorts of nifty programs
on it already and I'm completely in love with it. Completely. So the
other day I download "Give Me Strength" and give it a whirl.
My first thought is, "Who the hell is THIS?" My second is "Can I just put
this in an IV and take it in a continuous drip?" It's sexy as all hell,
it's deep, dark and inviting. It's a jungle of a song and there are eyes
in the dark looking at me. And it makes me want to be all kinds of
naughty. (Wooty woot!)
I love the complexity of it, the layered sounds, the structure, the
tight, dark harmonies-- all of it. And most of all, I love the
diving-off-a-mountain strength and flight of Karin's voice and
note-bending delivery. And no, I'm not just kissing up to make up for the
attacked-by-wild-bandanas comment in December. This is a fabulous,
FABULOUS song, and I'm glad Mp3s don't wear out. I also realised that I
completely missed the boat on the personally-autographed FfR, and will
now have to wait at my local CD store along with every other Joe Schmoe
in Philadelphia-- if we all show up at the same store, I mean. But I
cannot WAIT now for the CD. I can't wait to explore other parts of the
forest, even those I've already visited, albeit briefly. Less than two
weeks. Now I know how my roommate felt when he started every day with a
precise count of the remaining time til his girlfriend came to visit. I
even almost feel sorry for nearly killing him. Maybe.
There is, however, a very sad postscript to this story of lust and
microchips.
I carted my happy little iBook to work at the store yesterday. I'm by NO
means a computer expert, but some things in our rickety old thrice-cursed
PC (is my bias showing? Damn. Gotta work on that.) weren't working
properly, and since they had to be taken care of immediately and not
while there were people clamoring for jewelry, I knew I'd be there late
and alone. So before immersing myself to the elbows in the dust rhinos
that have been herding unmolested for years behind the CPU, I set my
sleek, clean little iBook on the counter, turned it on, and asked it
nicely to serenade me with "Give Me Strength" and the opening theme to
"Angel." (So I like the show. Pthththt. I'm Goth. It's my default
setting. http://sanctuary.digitalspace.net/ Now THERE'RE some devoted
folks.)
So-no-shit-there-I-was, my bare hands wrapped around the last
futilely-plunging rhino, when my little iBook sort of...hiccups, and goes
silent. Ominously so. Despairingly so. I rushed it home and immediately
called my local Mac god, and we sadly came to the conclusion that I'd
most likely blown my fancy little Harmon-Kardon speaker to bits. Pray for
me, fellow sinners: my baby may be new, but I bought her from a friend,
and I don't know if she's still under warranty.
Sigh. The more things change.... And I wasn't even playing Wham! this
time. Perhaps it's an homage to the power of Karin's voice or something
poetic like that. I hope, at least, it died with a smile on its circuits.
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