You don't have to put on that red light

So it turns out I'm a music slut.

You know...
See something, get all hot over it, pursue madly, get in deep with it all, lose interest, because some other good looking thing has just walked past, put my object of lust on the back-burner with all the others.

Slut :(
And not too happy about it.
But it's time to face the truth.



This week my musical crush (and personal, perhaps) is Big Time Rush, and boy band... kinda... based on a tv show of the same name, on Nickelodean. Very simple, catchy songs. Good voices and understated harmonies.

And yes, again, I am in love.

How could I not be?!
(slut mentality reenters)

Very, very talented boys. Very, very sexy boys. So yep, definitely my latest personal crush also.

Very, VERY sexy boys.

But I haven't forgotten my past lovers!

The Ten Tenors still serenade me to sleep each night, and I frequent Jordan Pollard's page perhaps a little too much. Once I have sorted all these travel fees and rebuilt my bank balance, first thing on my shopping agenda is that album. That beautiful, beautiful album of Mr Pollard's.

UC Men's Octet is my general happy viewing still, Damien Rice my wailing music, Anberlin my driving/ walking/ travelling music, Sigur Ros for the magic moments, Westlife for everything, Death Cab for pondering,
Copeland... Coldplay... Imogen Heap... Family Force 5.

I really don't mean to desert my faithful lovers. I guess I just fall easily.
And eventually I return, even if it is with another man in tow.

But is it wrong?
Morally and all that. Musically.
To find new loves and fall quickly, madly, deeply.
Is it?

Because, I gotta admit. I kind of enjoy this sluttiness.
Really like it.
Couldn't think of a better way to do it.

Because the only other option I can see is to chose your two or three bands and steadfastly, loyally support them and ONLY them, and everything else can jump off a cliff for all I care.

That, or have a general disposition of apathy. Oh, yeah that's alright... maybe I'll listen to them again sometime... whatever.
Which doesn't truly count as living in my head. Flatline.




Well, I'd rather be a slut than a bitch. Or a vegetable.

Sincerely,
Roxanne

Recovering tectonic, trembling, you get me every time

mmmmmmmmmmusic

mmm....

Still not over The Ten Tenors show. "Still" I say, like it's ever gonna happen.
But it was amazing. Very amazing. And so I suppose it deserves me not getting over it. And of course, I wouldn't want any of you out there in cyberland to miss out on the experience. My internet is on the go slow, so I can only give you links

Alors. Voici une vidéo de mes dix beaux hommes:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKSkPv7OxqQ&feature=related

Check out that Jump!!!!! Epic.



And here is another, just because they are that incredible...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKZxh636MGQ

This one - arms of an angel - is my newest falling asleep vid. It serves as the most beautiful lullaby EVER. My flatmate and I are in disagreement as to which voice we like better, the 1st or 2nd. Obviously they are both amazing (to the point that I nearly cried); that goes without saying. I am championing voice 2's cause. Because he made me gasp, and he is beautiful. And I haven't heard a voice that pure in forever. And I love him.

Is that a bit far? Dammit, I can't help it. The world should have noticed that I can't resist boys who can sing. They are my kryptonite. KRYPTONITE, I tell you! So it's not my fault. It's theirs.


Anyhoo, this particular beautiful boy who can sing - number 2 - has a name. And a debut solo
album also. His name is Jordan Pollard, and wow. One word summary right there: wow.

Wow to the voice
Wow to the face
Wow to the hair
Just wow.
♥♥♥

Ch-ch-check him out at his website here
Do it.

I wonder if famous people Google themselves. I would *cough*have*cough*.
I like being told I'm amazing, even if I never know how to respond. I guess if people keep saying it just for the sake of saying it, that might get old, but sincere, heartfelt compliments and encouragement truly cannot be beat.

So on the off-chance that any of the Tenors come across this (esp. you, Mr. Pollard), YOU ARE AMAZING AND I ACTUALLY LOVE YOU. Actually.


OH!!! And news that I simply cannot keep to myself... (and which I haven't kept to myself - it's plastered over all of my friends' Facebook walls)...

I'm going to see UC men's Octet live!!!!
I know!!!!!!!! How freaking crazyepicawesome is that?!
I emailed them a while back to find out if they had any shows over the summer break, and Keith - who is the current business manager - emailed back to say, sorry not at the moment but maybe something will come up later.

Turns out something DID come up! Last week I get an email saying something along the lines of "if you're still gonna be in California, then maybe we can organise a show for when you're around, since we were gonna try and get something sorted during that time anyway". Pretty much.
Pretty much EPIC!

♥ Thank you Keith!! ♥

I say again, I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU GUYS, BECAUSE YOU AMAZE ME. Actually.

But I'm soooo very very gutted, cos it looks like 5 of the 09-10 Octet group are leaving! 5 of 8!!!!
Frig!!! I love this group so much, and I'm sure I'll like the newbies, but heck! I LOVE these boys, and they're leaving me?! I am distraught.

So I'm thinking they should do a reunion tour sometime.... in New Zealand. Yes. Then I might be okay.

So. Alors, alors.
I'll admit it.

I have a crush.
On eight guys. No, wait, EIGHTEEN guys.

And quite honestly, if certain ones were to just appear at my door right now and propose, I would not hesitate to accept.

Not for a second.

mmmmmmm.... eighteen beautiful reasons to love music.

Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing

I have the best friends in the world. No argument. They win, hands down.

Cos, not only do they put up with my crap daily, and stay up late to watch movies with me, and vacuum my floor, cook AMAZING meals, laugh at my lame attempts at humour, plan to travel Europe with me, love me even when I'm being a dick... not only all of that, but they also know how to do a send off present with style.

First, they come to watch me singing on the worship team at church for the first time. Which I was so nervous about, and really thankful to see their supportive faces smiling up at me.

Then they plan a surprise evening which totally blew me away. Got all dressed up, having no idea where they were taking me. Bex lent me her cardi as well, gratefully received since all of mine were in the wash.
Then off we go... to the Empire Hotel for dinner! LoveloveLOVE these girls. We were laughing so much and telling the best of stories nostalgia has to offer, and taking - or rather, trying really hard to take - photos of the hot waiter guy, who Rosie pointed out really wasn't incredibly hot but hot enough to get our attention. And the food was delicious! Note to self: invest in a good lime sauce so then when I cook fish it has half a chance of tasting THAT good.
Seriously great memories were made right there.

Then, we all pile back into the car, after giggling past the disputed-hot-waiter, and start heading down Broadway.
Car pulls in to the side. Rosie turns around. Hands me a ticket. Alice: you're getting out here; have fun! Look at ticket. E-ticket to the... wait.. does that say... THE TEN TENORS?!?!?!
Holy Crap!!!
*squeals ensue* I'm close to tears.
They pretty much have to shove me out the car door. But once I'm out I'm gone, skip-running across the road, laughing to myself in squeaks.

In the door, head up to the Circle, after trying to go through the wrong door. Find my seat, and it's actually a pretty good spot... extra point to the girls.

I could not sit still, waiting for the show to begin. I was looking around EVERYWHERE; spent a particular amount of time studying the patterns on the roof, and the montage scenic painting above the stage.

Show begins, and by golly, the best show I HAVE EVER SEEN. Those ten gentlemen have the most amazing voices.
If you haven't heard them before, check them out here.
I am seriously in love with these guys. They have my heart forever. (Although Alice pointed out later that they will have to share it with Sam Tsui, Kurt Schneider, UC men's Octet, Joey Richter, and Fatty, to name a few).

But, wow, those boys know how to put on a performance.

And they were completely and utterly in tune,and on time, in sync. perfect to a fault.
It was faultless
And perfect
And I love them.

Don't know that all the crowd was quite as enthusiastic as me, but bugger it I don't care. I was having fun. Singing along, clapping, cheering, wolf-whistling. Little loner went hard.

They finished their encore with Nessun Dorma, at which point I and about a third of the crowd gave them a standing ovation. They truly deserved it - and screw you old people who didn't bother to pay them their dues.

Not only that, but they did signings afterward. Just so happens I had made friends with the Regent's manager at Half-time, so he went and got me a poster, so I got the ten best tenors in the world to sign not only the dvd/cd pack I got, but also an epic poster!

So again, I state: I have the BEST friends in the world!

I also have enough memories to create all the elaborate fantasies about beautiful singing guys I could ever dream of.


Thank you besties.
My heart is content.

Singing through someone else's song

My Life According to:
Anberlin

Are you a male or female:
runaway girl

Describe yourself:
paper tiger

How do you feel?
dreams are so intoxicating

Describe where you currently live:
upon my pillowcase

If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
adelaide

Your favourite form of transportation:
i walk away

Favourite colour:
a pitch black

Your best friend is:
Hey brother, do you remember when
We used to play outdoors
Til the light was absorbed by the night?

You and your best friends are:
we're old enough to know, but too young to care.

What's the weather like?
So mysterious, shadows meet James Dean

Favorite time of day:
summer night

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called?
an innocent time

What is life to you?
Stand unafraid,
All the good souls, stand unafraid.

Your relationship:
Worlds away

Your fear:
Everyone in this town
is seeing somebody else

What is the best advice you have to give?
The more I live I see that this life's not about me

Thought for the day:
All those days gone forever
Wonder if we're going to ever
See all our younglife friends that we made again
Have we all lost connection?
The life pulls in all direction
Memories bring us back to where we've been

How you would like to die:
Live...i wanna live inspired; die.... i wanna die for something

My soul's present condition:
Wonder what's next for heart and soul

My motto:
I've got your back if you've got my hand