tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897882981515430685.post3797051116849508585..comments2024-01-11T22:42:27.863+11:00Comments on Matron Down Under: Really, I Don't Think You Wanna Waste Your TimeAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07969357513275063157noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897882981515430685.post-55413619415675522012009-04-13T21:16:00.000+10:002009-04-13T21:16:00.000+10:00Thanks, melon--you're right, I know--it's the over...Thanks, melon--you're right, I know--it's the overall feel of the song and what it evokes, I suppose. And you certainly know more about them than me!<BR/><BR/>As for the maternity clothes...this mom is older than me, but her kids are about the same age, so who knows? Love the Dread Pirate Roberts analogy though, Beck!<BR/><BR/>And bsouth--thanks for that! Glad I'm not the only one. And you're right...we're not that long out of nappies, and um, I've been known to let that go awhile, too!<BR/><BR/>As for the photographic evidence, Jase says I gotta give the people what they want, so I'll see what I can do over the days to come. :)Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07969357513275063157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897882981515430685.post-74802823104250901532009-04-13T12:58:00.000+10:002009-04-13T12:58:00.000+10:00OMG, mom maternity jeans! What Fraught said--how o...OMG, mom maternity jeans! What Fraught said--how old are her kids?<BR/><BR/>Or what I bet is that those maternity clothes have been making the rounds for 20 years. Probably she is several people removed from their original owner. Kind of a Dread Pirate Roberts thing.<BR/><BR/>If you do nothing else this week, post pics of you wearing the clothes! Plus we want to see your belly.Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06517252487552392654noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897882981515430685.post-26362550580719087712009-04-12T00:48:00.000+10:002009-04-12T00:48:00.000+10:00You should have tried listening to them in the "Ra...You should have tried listening to them in the "Radio Free Europe" days -- not only couldn't you figure out what the words meant, you couldn't actually decipher what they were about 70 percent of the time.Friarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04465717054328033709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897882981515430685.post-71871698076640633782009-04-11T07:41:00.000+10:002009-04-11T07:41:00.000+10:00ps. Will there be photographic evidence of you in...ps. Will there be photographic evidence of you in the shoulder pads and mom jeans? ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897882981515430685.post-55121496959558924722009-04-11T07:39:00.000+10:002009-04-11T07:39:00.000+10:00Mom Jeans... oh, ouch (with a hefty dose of hilari...Mom Jeans... oh, ouch (with a hefty dose of hilarity.) And shoulder-muh-pads? REALLY?? Are her kids what, like, heading off to college? <BR/><BR/>But good on you, for not spurning them entire. One wants to respond to the spirit of the gift, indeed. <BR/><BR/>Re REM... yeah, I'm with you. But I still LIKE the music.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897882981515430685.post-70377657782848140922009-04-11T07:06:00.000+10:002009-04-11T07:06:00.000+10:00Um, yes, what she said. Definitely. Actually, I'...Um, yes, what she said. Definitely. Actually, I'm not grown up enough to admit that I don't get it, I'm still all "yeah, REM, they speak to me".<BR/><BR/>Now, onto the poo - that I can deal with. You know what, not so long ago Nate was in nappies - he sat in poo. It's what babies do. I've been ready to leave the house before now and thought "hmm, suspicious smell, I'll deal with it when I get there". The time to deal with poo is not just after you've left a restaurant and buckled everyone into the car. Home is a much better place. You're an incredibly good mummy (I base that fact on the feeling that I'd like you if I met you).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897882981515430685.post-92229476578748055652009-04-11T03:26:00.000+10:002009-04-11T03:26:00.000+10:00i've done my fair share of listening to R.E.M. and...i've done my fair share of listening to R.E.M. and pretending to know what's going on, so i'll say a few words on the subject. i have no sources to cite and am making this all up, but here goes:<BR/><BR/>i think the key to "alternative" lyrics is that meaning, if there is any, is contained within lines and not within the song as a whole. sometimes, though, there is meaning in the song as a whole even though individual lines don't really mean anything. 'man on the moon' is obviously some kind of tribute to andy kaufman, but what it's trying to say i have no clue and most of the references go over my head (if that's what they are). <BR/><BR/>many times i am able to ascribe very personal meaning to lines of songs that i know was not intended by the author. this is because the artist, perhaps unintentionally, has not claimed the meaning of the song or made it obvious enough to be indisputable. i like this.<BR/><BR/>i think this is part of what gives alternative a high replay value, as opposed to say country, which often has more straightforward lyrics (i'm not dissin' the whole genre- this is not always true). if the song is too easily understood, though, or tells too cohesive of a story, it quickly becomes irritating, even if it was clever initially. nonsense lyrics are part of a rich tradition of american folk (or so i read in an elementary school music book). <BR/><BR/>i think stipe is aware of all this and doesn't really put too much thought into every single line. i think fans tend to idealize songs much more than the artists intend. you certainly wouldn't have been the first pre-teen girl to "get" songs on a level no one else could. i think that's more about the emotions evoked by music than about actual interpretation.<BR/><BR/>all that said, stipe does write some good lyrics. on that 'in time' album that you were listening to, i really like 'nightswimming.' "the photograph reflects/every streetlight a reminder" is a very succinct way to describe how reflections disappear and reappear when driving at night, and i can just see the old pic of his girlfriend on his dash, stretching across the windshield as he drives along...<BR/><BR/>anyway, i'll stop now at the risk of taking myself too seriously.melondonkeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02818146576436658055noreply@blogger.com