Super Popstar Bookstooge *raaaahhh*

It may come as a slight surprise to some of you, but I am the genius behind every male popstar in the entire world. My mighty thews alone can fell a crowd with one pose. That’s actually how I caught Mrs Bookstooge. I struck a classic Arnie pose and as she swooned, I gallantly caught her. Her last conscious words were “Oh, my hero!” The rest, as they say, is history.

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Swoon, Baby, Swoon!

 

Yeaaaaahhhhh.  Sometimes even I can’t believe the stuff I make up here.

Actually, I listen to classical on the radio and then Enya or Amethystium, or their like, while at home. IF I listen to anything at all. The only thing I care less about than music is art. If I never saw another picture in my life, I’d be ok. Except for manuals. I need pictures in those suckers. Have you ever tried to connect 57 different wires together with parts that the text refers to but doesn’t tell you what it is? How do I know how to cross wires 3,8,47 and 52 to wires 21, 32, 39 and 41 using the kroglian shaftometer? SHOW ME THE PICTURE!!!

Sorry, got a bit off track there. Anyway, just about the only time I listen to pop music is when a group plays it with classical instruments. One duo I like is 2Cellos. That link will take you to their site and a video of them playing some Game of Thrones compilation stuff.

The only popsongs that I can think of that I’ve heard and have ever stuck in my head are the following. All links go to music videos on youtube. I couldn’t figure out how to find just a plain bloody song. Don’t watch them, please. It’s a visual assault on your eyes that should be a Class 1 Felony.

Piece of Me by Britney Spears

Bulletproof by La Roux

Paparazzi by Lady Gaga

I’m not really sure why those 3. But I sat down and thought about it and those were the only ones I could name and actually kind of knew the tune to. I can listen to them looped 5 or 6 times and then I’m good for a year. I guess if the aliens ever attack us with cliched, heavy beat, sensualized music, I’ll be the Last Bastion of Hope for Humanity. Dude, that actually sounds like a great name for a band. Anyone want to start one with me? I call dibs on being the lead male vocal who throws fits at least twice a day!

Ok, lets end this farce of a post. I just needed to get some words out, so there they are.

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Searching for Dragons (The Enchanted Forest Chronicles #2) ★★★★☆

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Title:         Searching for Dragons
Series:      The Enchanted Forest Chronicles #2
Author:     Patricia Wrede
Rating:      4 of 5 Stars
Genre:      Fantasy, Middle-grade
Pages:      276
Format:    Digital Edition

 

Synopsis:

Mendanbar, King of the Enchanted Forest, runs across some wizards who seem to not be quite on the up and up. In his investigation, he comes into contact with Cimorene. Kazul is missing and they both end up going to look for her. Kazul is being held captive by the wizards and it is up to Mendanbar, Cimorene, Morwen the witch, Gipsy Jack and the magician Telemain to free her, vanquish the wizards, restore the deadzones in the Magic Forest, and plan a wedding.

Because when a King meets a Princess and both are rather unconventional, of course they get married! Duh…

 

My Thoughts:

This story was from Mendenbar’s view, as opposed to Cimorenes. It wasn’t quite as quirky and the tone was the same, so it didn’t have that “newness” factor. I enjoyed my time but whereas Cimorene took charge and kicked butt in the first book, Mendanbar is much more of a passive character, at least in his attitude. Don’t get me wrong, he’ll kill rock snakes and fight wizards with the best of them, but he just seems to exude “That’s nice. Next?” The adventure happened TO him. He didn’t take it by the throat and throttle it into submission.

When I originally read this back in ’06, I read the whole tetralogy at once and I think that gives a very different flavor than reading these individually a month or 2 apart.

Book 1, Dealing with Dragons, charmed me completely. This just kept me entertained.

★★★★☆

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Porcelain: A Memoir (Non-Fiction) ★★★☆ ½

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Title:        Porcelain: A Memoir
Series:     ——
Author:   Moby
Rating:    3.5 of 5 Stars
Genre:     Autobiography
Pages:     408
Format:  Digital Edition

 

Synopsis:

Moby, the music artist, looks back on his life from his late teens until the release of his album, Play, in 1999.

 

My Thoughts:

I’ve enjoyed various songs by Moby, as I like the kind of music he puts out. I’m not his greatest fan, nor do I know all his albums or all his songs or anything like that. I’m a casual fan. At best. I knew that one of his songs was the end song for the movie Bourne Identity. I knew that he was a vegetarian [turns out he’s vegan] and I knew that he had, at some point, claimed to be a Christian.

Non-fiction is not the genre [notice how I lump it ALL together? That should tell you something] that I like to take long swims in. I prefer to let others have that privilege. But my recent read of Deadhouse Gates really left me needing something very different to get me back in the reading groove. This popped up at the library, I believe, so that is how I ended up reading it.

How do I review a book that is pretty much a journal? There is no plot. Moby goes all over the place even while keeping things very chronological. We might get introduced to Karen in one chapter and then he’s with Josephine in the next with no rhyme or reason. This was not an indepth, exhaustive look at Moby’s life. It touched on highlights that have apparently stood out to him up until 1999, when things started going his way?

3 things stood out to me. He had a very hard life growing up and overcame being the token poor boy where he lived. Relationally, he needs to grow up and make a commitment to one of the ladies and stop searching for “The One”. Love isn’t just a feeling and he chases the feelings, time after time after time. Finally, while he might call himself a Christian, I’d be forced to say he’s “spiritual”. He’s interested in “God” but it is apparent that while he’s read and even studied the Bible, he doesn’t think that the God of the Bible is the God he’s after. It is sad to see and he even acknowledges his gradual loss of Faith, but he never claims to have had Faith in Jesus Christ. So from my perspective, what has he really lost? A feeling.

This is definitely geared more towards those who are musicians themselves. When he starts talking about “the beatback interwoven with the attack high on his RGB-304” I have no phracking clue what he’s talking about, specifically. I can glean that he’s doing something musical with one of his instruments. In all honesty, that is enough, but it would have been nice to understand a little more sometimes. I felt like the dumb kid peeking through the window occasionally.

With all of that being said, I still enjoyed this read. I learned more about a guy whose music I like. I jumped the rut of SFF for a day and I learned that I am pretty damned satisfied with my life even if I’m not famous, making 100K a year or sleeping with pornstars. If Moby, whose real name is Richard Melville Hall, writes another memoir about later in his life, I’ll be reading it for sure.

★★★☆ ½

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