i'll let you be in my dreams if i can be in yours

Looks like this next list is not gonna be a tough choice: there are multiple votes, kicked off by Sister Libby, for a Bob Dylan Top 5 list. I guess the interesting thing about my musical "relationship" with Bob Dylan is that I prefer his more recent, blues-y stuff to his classic folk songs.
I must dedicate this post to my good pal Michele, who is undoubtedly among Dylan's most loyal and devoted followers.

My Top 5 Favourite Bob Dylan Songs

1. "Things Have Changed" from the Wonder Boys soundtrack
This has been my favourite Bob Dylan song since I first started listening to him about five years ago. It would be insultingly obvious to state that the lyrics are incredible. I in particular get a kick out of the line "Gonna take dancing lessons, do the jitterbug right"
Bob Dylan jitterbugging....people are crazy and times are strange, indeed.

2. "Dreamin' Of You" from The Bootleg Series Vol. 8: Tell Tale Signs

Recorded in the late 90's but unreleased until 2008, this song shows a side of Dylan I've always found intriguing: lovestruck. To me, Dylan is more of an entity than a person, and it's hard to imagine him being infatuated with a lowly human. And yet, he writes such honest and striking love songs.

3. "Ballad of a Thin Man" from Highway 61 Revisited
Sure, I prefer recent Dylan but that doesn't mean I've fully neglected his excellent 60's stuff. The version on the playlist below isn't quite the ideal but I do love his derisive tone. I got hipped to this song the first time I saw Dylan in concert, in 2005, when he did an awesome version of it.

4. "Love Sick" from Time Out of Mind

The soundtrack for Dylan's infamous Victoria's Secret "sell out", this is another case of seeing the unexpected vulnerabilites of Dylan in love. It's beyond bizarre to hear his plaint of "I just don't know what to do, I'd give anything to be with you" - what kind of woman in her right mind would reject Dylan?
It's a sick world out there.

5. "It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)" from Bringing It All Back Home
Probably one of Dylan's most quotable songs, it definitely goes without saying that the lyrics are astonishingly good, but my favourite part is the swift guitar...riff. Would you call it a "riff"? In any case, this brilliant track not only says a lot but it really says something.

BOB DYLAN

Which artist next? It's all in your hands!

i'm lost without you, can't help myself

You guys have all heard a lot about my mostly companion Nicola. You might, however, be shocked to learn that she is not my only friend. I also have a sensational friend who has been mentioned on this blog before named Michele. The fact is, Michele really deserves her own post. Let me tell you a story that sums up Michele. After a Neil Young concert, Michele and I were sharing a room at Nicola's grandmother's house. We'd talked for a bit (i.e. she'd forced this terrible story on me how this creepy doll in the corner with a piece of tape on her forehead saying "My name is Heidi" was going to kill me in my sleep) but had been quiet for a bit as we (or I guess just me) were falling asleep. All of a sudden, Michele goes "Imagine riding a monkey through a vat of corrosive acid."
I am truly blessed by her friendship.
For a long time, Michele worked at Value Village. (This was a tough period for everyone, as she was too busy to spend time with us, resulting in everyone becoming moody and withdrawn) One day she found the above picture (a childish drwawing with "Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha" written all over it). For a brief period, whenever Michele found something amusing, instead of laughing, she would simply hold up this picture.
Michele surprises me every day. For example, when we took a leisurely bicycle ride through the country and the chain fell off Nicola's bike, Michele fixed it easily.

There are also many joyful moments when I return to an unattended MSN conversation to find Michele has drawn me a stunningly beautiful picture.
Michele's natural artistic sensibilities are not limited to MSN Messenger's draw function! Michele is creative with a camera, a genius in the "taking pictures while holding things in front of the camera" field.
Michele is a treasure that I hope I never lose.

you a SUPASTAR, boy, why you still up in the hood?

100 Aspects of My Life that I'm Grateful For:

1. I discovered Parliament-Funkadelic, which has forever changed my life for not only the better but the fantasticer


2. I have never had anyone close to me die
   
   


3. I was born and raised on Vancouver Island, the best place in the world to live


4. I have all five of my senses, in good condition


5. My parents aren't the type of people who wouldn't let me chose the paint colour of my room


6. I found Funkadelic's Uncle Jam Wants You on eBay for $1, and it didn't turn out to be a scam


7. For the first time since I was a toddler, I'll be getting a white Christmas


8. I'm not narcoleptic


9. While I've never had a real near-death experience, I once fell up to my waist in quicksand and, though I probably wouldn't have actually died, it makes a good story for when people ask if I've had a near-death experience



10. I have friends who show me new corners of the galaxy, remind me how much I love life and teach my spirit to be free


11. I'm not afraid to go for what I want


12. I never got mono


13. I've got a record player and 55 beautiful LP's


14. I have an excellent memory


15. I've never taken naked pictures of myself and, more importantly, they've never leaked


16. I'm not shy


17. I have the best concert luck imaginable


18. I've never been physically or sexually abused


19. I met Arlo Guthrie!


20. I wasn't born transgendered


21. I've never been in debt


22. Every year, my mom makes me a Christmas ornament, so when I move out, I won't have to start with a bare tree


23. People actually read and enjoy my blog!


24. I don't have any allergies


25. While I wouldn't consider myself a jetsetter by any means, I've been to London, San Francisco, Paris, Amsterdam, Vegas - enough places to feel like I've shopped around and I still love my hometown best
    


26. The most common phrase that people Google to arrive on my blog is "who the fuck is mick jagger"...that's just badass


27. I'm not "never-been-kissed" - I think that would bring me down


28. I've never had a doctor say "Uh-oh..." while examining me


29. I've never had an attempted voodoo spell backfire...I don't think


30. My dancing has been described as "mesmerizing" (by an elderly woman) and "the biggest turn-on ever" (definitely not by an elderly woman). I couldn't imagine two more flattering compliments on my dancing, especially since I think I sort of dance like Elaine Benes


31. I never have to take a science class ever again


32. My younger sister is a sweet, precious, innocent little angel


33. I don't need drugs to have a good time!


34. I got the joke on Fresh Prince, when DeDe mentioned how she liked Shaft and Will went "Shut yo mouth!" and then she went "But I'm talking about Shaft!" and Will was like, "Then we can dig it!" Nobody else that I was watching with got it, but I did, and it made me feel good


35. I don't claim to know whether or not there's a God, but I think if there is, He likes me


36. Barack Obama was elected


37. I have never wanted something really badly, and then not gotten it
    
    


38. I'm not sexually attracted to any of my uncles


39. I'm polythelic, but I like it - it sets me apart


40. I discovered this site while trying to find a picture for #38


41. My orthodontist told me I should get braces, I told him I didn't want to and he didn't push the issue...my teeth are kinda fucked, but, hey, I don't have braces


42. There's never been rumours spread about my sexuality


43. I can eat whatever I want without worrying about my weight


44. When I was 11, I went to Norway for an international camp with CISV


45. A new Prince song just leaked and its a mash-up cover of "Crimson and Closer" and "Wild Thing"


46. I kind of enjoy doing the dishes


47. My bed is really comfortable


48. My parents don't listen to Celine Dion


49. I'm not lactose intolerant


50. I found a website that has all the unreleased Prince jams that I worshipped back when I had Limewire


51. I've never had scary episodes with alcohol or drugs


52. "Michele says:
    you put you have an excellent memorry twice
    Michele says:
    was that on purpose?
    molly says:
    ohh shit seriously
    molly says:
    THATS SO HUMILIATING
    Michele says:
    ya
    molly says:
    THE IRONY IS LIKE A DAGGER IN MY AORTA
    Michele says:
    LOLOLOLOL
    Michele says:
    CALM DOWN
    molly says:
    which numbers?????
    Michele says:
    i think 14 and.....
    molly says:
    SHITTTT
    Michele says:
    52
    Michele says:
    hahaha
    molly says:
    no one must know of this
    molly says:
    therefore, i will copy-paste this conversation onto my blog
    Michele says:
    Romantic"


53. I'm good at spelling


54. I'm excited for the future


55. A couple months ago, I found a 45 on the floor of our crawlspace and it turned out to be Sly & the Family Stone's "If You Want Me to Stay" (my favourite Sly song), and because it was a 45, that means I can play it at 33rpm and it's heaven


56. Since I'm within nine months of my 18th bithday, it's impossible for me to have a baby before I become an adult
    


57. This dress exists...somewhere


58. I saw Prince in London


59. I can play my favourite classical piece, Beethoven's Sonata Quasi una fantasia, on piano


60. I have a sweet ghetto story from when I was in the South


61. I have every type of jacket I covet: groupie coat, (fake) leather jacket, sweater-type jacket, and fur coat


62. It's not difficult to find clothing that fits me


63. I've never, even for a moment, felt like nobody loved me


64. I got to see Michael Hampton play guitar on "Cosmic Slop"


65. I'm not colourblind - don't you think that would be torture, knowing that there's a couple colours that you have no idea what they look like?
    
    
66. I bought Let's Get It On pretty much on a whim, not expecting I would end up listening to it almost everyday
    
67. My dad's friends are hippies, and I suspect he used to be one too


68. I live within a mile of a graveyard and the ocean
    
69. There's so much music out there that I will love but haven't discovered yet



70. I was in an Archie Comic once
    
71. The city I live in has an excellent museum, with tons of First Nations artefacts


72. All the children I babysit are smart, well-behaved, sweet and fun



73. When I saw Parliament-Funkadelic, George Clinton, Garry Shider and Michael Hampton were there


74. After one of my Sims died because a satellite landed on her, I was able to plead with the Grim Reaper and save her life and keep the satellite


75. I know there's another Parliament-Funkadelic concert in my future


76. I'm going to get mad spoiled on Thursday


77. Once I was talking to my friend about the TV show Weeds and the Zooey Deschanel character, and he went "Oh, yeah, she kind of reminds me of you"


78. My dad loves Will Ferrell movies even more than I do


79. The area I live in has a sublime climate


80. People rarely have trouble pronouncing my name


81. I can speak English and French
    
82. I can speak Ubbi-Dubbi




83. I can name all the Fat Albert characters


84. I can finally hear the "death" scream on "Love Rollercoaster"...took me so long


85. I met Nicola


86. I'm not totally baffled by Math right now
    
87. My teachers care about me and my learning


88. I get to sleep in


89. Michele no longer slaves away at Value Village - the Dark Ages have ended, she's in my life again and I don't even miss the discount! Oh, that's right, cuz she never gave me one


90. Marianne Faithfull and I made eye contact


91. When you Google "ashcan rantings", this blog comes up first


92. My football team, the Carolina Panthers, are kicking ass this season


93. Our house has a fireplace


94. I love myself
    
95. I don't have a job
    
96. When I was in the Netherlands, there happened to be a Salvador Dali exhibit, featuring his Alice in Wonderland collection in the town I was staying in


97. I've been on last.fm long enough that when I play "My Library", I get a good day's worth of sweet music


98. I know why "Wucan" is called "Wucan"


99. My hair is very manageable


100. I can think of 100 things I love about my life

How many of these apply to you too? Can you name 100 aspects of your life that you love? I challenge you to do the same, especially during this time of the year, when people can get too stressed. It feels so good to go back and read over and remember how lucky you are.

out of the blue, into the black, they give you this, but you pay for that

This week was the week of concert epic-ness. For those of you paying attention, the Universe loved me enough to bless me with consecutive Neil Young-then-Bob Dylan concerts.

On Wednesday, Nicola, Michele, Shannon and I went to go see Neil Young. Our seats were balcony, our view was as such:

and that's with the camera on zoom!

but the concert was absolutely phenomenal. It's a cliche, I know, but I can't put it any other way: He just plain fuckin' rocked. Thrashing around, spastic guitar solos, pissed-off wails...I have so much respect for him, but I had never really thought of myself as a "Neil Young fan". No more! The hightlight? Probably the epic cover of "A Day in the Life" for the encore. Any Neil Young fans should check it out here. There was a fierce intensity behind his second "I love to turn you on", and at the end of the song, he starting ripping out his guitar strings and mashing them against his guitar, pressing it against the amps. In the video I linked, the strings start flying around the 6:00 mark, and its pretty damn rock'n'roll. He played for almost 2 1/2 hours too.The next day, we headed home to mentally prepare ourselves for seeing Bob Dylan.
In case you forgot, my friends and I had third row tickets. That meant we were pretty damn close.
Close enough to see ever time he smiled (about five times!! Be still my heart..) or nodded a cue to the band. Frankly, a lot of the songs he played were unrecognizable he changed the melody so much. This might be why the local paper gave him a poor review. However, it's not a Pussycat Dolls concert...you don't go there to be entertained by an "artist" trying ridiculously hard to sell you something you didn't know you needed. You go to bask in his glorious presesnce, to gaze upon his unearthly being with your very eyes, to swoon over his clumsily graceful stomping pseudo-dance.
I had seen Bob Dylan before, but I hadn't seen him play guitar, so I was elated when he played guitar (instead of keys, which he played for the rest of the show) on "Just Like a Woman".

Both concerts were also a study in Baby Boomers Behaving Badly. Bending over to toke up where the security couldn't see, trying to sneak into seats they didn't have, getting ridiculously wasted and flailing around...the over 50 set clearly thought they owned the place solely due to their proximity in age to the artist. While us teens and young adults watched in quiet, respectful awe, the Boomers were having the time of their lives. It was a joy to behold.
In forty years, that will be me, drunkenly dancing offbeat while a grizzly old Alex Turner mumbles "I Bet You Look Good On the Dancefloor" from onstage.
I can't wait.

dancing days are here again, as the summer evenings grow

Sometimes I think the air that I breathe is laced with a chemical called "luck", or something along those lines. I just can't think of a human being alive more naturally fortunate than I. I'll start at the beginning.
Yesterday was my birthday, which in itself was great. I'm the type of person who feels so special for every minute of my birthday. I was woken up at 8:30 by Nicola and Michele coming into my room, where we proceeded to lie in bed, listening to Led Zeppelin. Then we went for a bike ride and got some nice, greasy breakfast at an all-day breakfast joint (aren't the best breakfasts always from an all-day breakfast place?). We did a little thrifting and I found an LP by a band I'd never heard of called The Love Machine. I bought it just because it was called Electric Music to Blow Your Mind By. Then I went home to be showered in presents by my family. I got Black Mountain's double LP In the Future, which Nicola and I listened to in its entirity today and absolutely worshipped. The sleeve alone was worth the price (even though I didn't buy it myself).
My sister got me Fat Albert on DVD, which was amazing.
I got various other lovely trinkets and then I happened upon my final birthday present, two sheets of paper, wrapped in a bow.
I unrolled them and looked at them for a moment. My mind really comprehend what the paper was trying to tell me, so I simply said, "No." And then I burst into tears and bawled for ten minutes.
Luckily, they were tears of joy, for you see, my friends, what the papers were were two tickets to see George Clinton and Parliament-Funkadelic.
Yes, I'm not joking. I am going to see George Clinton, a.k.a. God, and his band of Merry Funkateers in less than one month. It still hasn't fully hit me. I don't know if there is a God (besides George Clinton) but if there is, I suspect he's a little sweet on me.
Now's for the bad news. I am going away for most of the summer, so my postings will be sporadic at best and nonexistant at worst. I'm not stoked about it, but I'm seeing Parliament-Funkadelic, so I've got nothing to complain about.
Have a fantastic summer, kittens, I know I will.
I hope you were comforted by me calling you by a pet name.
Good day.

this is where im at right now

MicheleCryderman™. says:i want more than anything in this world to have sex with some old famous rocker
molly says:ME TOO!!
molly says:we share a dream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
molly says:lets dedicate our lives to fulfilling it
MicheleCryderman™. says:omg
MicheleCryderman™. says:yesssssssss
molly says:i smell a LIFE PLAN!
MicheleCryderman™. says:you smell correctly
molly says:but seriously
molly says:we should seriously dedicate our lives to going to ALL the old rock stars from the 60s concerts and groupying (sp?) them
MicheleCryderman™. says:that sounds like a fantastic idea
MicheleCryderman™. says:but you cry hysterically at thier very sight might be somethinng you have to over come
molly says:that was harsh
molly says:ill work on it
molly says:I KNOW!
MicheleCryderman™. says:hahahahha
MicheleCryderman™. says:sorry
molly says:you can dress up as rockstars and ill practice meeting them without crying
MicheleCryderman™. says:ROFL
MicheleCryderman™. says:ill do my best
molly says:i have faith in your fake-rock star skillz
MicheleCryderman™. says:ooooo SKILLZ
MicheleCryderman™. says:you went there

About halfway done Math
Halfway done the first unit of French
Haven't started English

my life is complete!

Ooooh, duckies, have I got a story for you!
Friday morning, at six o'clock, I, your humble narrator, and two droogies, Michele and Nicola (alphabetically) got up to catch an early ferry to head over to Vancouver. The plan: spend the day shopping (if you read Nicola's blog, Nicola's Vintage Boutique, you know she's a serious vintage shopper) and then go off to an Arlo Guthrie concert.

I purchased a lovely Prince book ($20, ridiculously overpriced)
and a Temptations anthology ($3.50, 2-album, ridiculously underpriced).
We were solicited for change dozens of times, and no, Nicola had no vintage-flavored luck. Then it was off to the Chan Center to see the sainted Arlo Guthrie, who is oh so near to my heart.
The concert was incredible, easily the best I've ever been to. Arlo Guthrie exceeded every expections, and I'd set them pretty high. I burst into tears of happiness as soon as he walked onstage. I don't know what your favorite song is, and if the artist is alive or dead, but there is no feeling comparable to hearing your favorite song in the world performed live by the original artist. As soon as he started telling the hilarious story leading up to my favorite song "Coming Into Los Angeles", I started crying again because I knew what was coming. And then I bawled through the whole song! I'd never been so happy in my life.
Intermission.
I meet up with Nicola and Michele because we had been sitting in seperate parts of the theatre (we all had great views, by the way) We're all pretty much dying from excitement when my friend Genni, who we'd been staying with runs over.
Sorry to stop the story at such an exciting moment (didn't sound exciting? Well it really was at the time) but if there's one thing you need to know about Nicola is that she's the biggest Doors fan to ever exist.
Anyway, Genni runs over and tells us she'd bumped into one of her professors and her professor's boyfriend. It turns out the boyfriend is not only producers of most of the Doors movies, but he's also Ray Manzarek's (The Doors keyboardist) best friend. The look on Nicola's face, to use a cliche, was beyond priceless. His name was Rich Schmidlin, and I'm sorry if I'm boring you with this story, which if you're not much of a Sixties obsessive or have met lots of 'celebrities' is probably kind of tedious. So we met Rich Schmidlin and he said he would introduce Nicola to Ray Manzarek at a concert coming up with him.
At this point, intermission ends and we go back to our seats.
The rest of the concert is amazing. It's the Guthrie Family Legacy Tour, so he's touring with two of his children, Abe and the beautiful, beautiful, Sarah Lee, along with Sarah Lee's foxy husband Johnny Irion. Arlo Guthrie is a fantastic storyteller, very very funny. Near the end, Sarah Lee and Jonny's four-year-old daughter Olivia wandered onstage and they got her a little microphone and she sang along on "This Land Is Your Land". They encored with a beautiful song called "My Peace", lyrics by Woody Guthrie and music by Arlo.
Thank you for your patience thus far, and now you will be rewarded by the uberexciting part of the story. Rich Schmidlin had backstage passes (He's good friends with Nora Guthrie, Arlo's sister) and we followed him backstage.

(Polaroids taken by the lovely Emma, who was in the front row. Photography wasn't allowed so she got them quickly at the very end)

Standing around backstage was Johnny Irion with Olivia. I asked him for a picture and he obliged, even picking up little Olivia.

What a great picture. Me with Johnny Irion, Arlo Guthrie's son-in-law and Arlo Guthrie's granddaughter Olivia.
Then we saw Rich Schmidlin motioning to us from a dressing room. We went over and there in the dressing room, was Arlo Guthrie, the Arlo Guthrie, My Favorite Act at Woodstock, The Creator of my Favorite Song in the Universe. Being very emotional, I burst into tears.

And lo and behold, my prized possession: me , Arlo Guthrie, Nicola (who's a little shy) and Michele. In Arlo Guthrie's dressing room. Please note Arlo Guthrie's hand touching my shoulder.
Was it the greatest moment of my life?
Will I never be the same again?
Can I die happy?
Yes, yes, yes.

And that's the story of the greatest evening of my entire life.

sup sup superbowl sunday

Aaaaah! It's the Big Day. Excitement excitement. And what a great picture.

So movie-wise, I had a great weekend. Saw five great movies, four with my lovelies (alphabetically) Michele and Nicola. Here's what I saw:

The famously twisted Frank Zappa's 200 Motels. Featuring Ringo Starr as Frank Zappa, Keith Moon as a nun, famous groupie Pamela Des Barres as, well, an extra, and Zappa's band the Mothers of Invention, mostly as themselves. It's definitely the weirdest movie I've EVER seen. And I've seen some weird ones.

Favorite Quote: "Centerville...a good place to raise your kids. Centerville...its really neat. Churches! Churches! A liquor store!"

Then we watched Barbarella. A fantastic movie. It's basically sci-fi softcore porn. It has one of my idols Anita Pallenberg (pictured above, in black). It was really good.

Favorite quote: "Barbar-ellllllllllllllllllllllllll-a!"

After that, we watched Alfie, the original. It has Paul McCartney's first fiance, Jane Asher (pictured above with star Michael Caine) It was pretty good, I feel asleep right before it ended.
In the morning we watched most of Little Rascals. It was brilliant. Hilarious and featuring my favorite twins.

Okay, not quite featuring. But I spotted them a couple times. They had maybe two lines.

Then last night, I saw the uber-brilliant and fantastically great The Royal Tenenbaums.

Favorite quote: Oh, man, I have no clue. It was so good though.

Don't forget to watch the Superbowl! Or at least the Halftime Show...

just 123 more days...

So my favorite non-Prince song ever is "Coming into Los Angeles" by Arlo Guthrie.
As you might recall, Arlo Guthrie (when he was young) came in at number four on my Top 10 Sexiest List. He's also my favorite part in the movie Woodstock (where a super-stoned Arlo goes "Yeahh, it's far out, man. I don't know, like, how many of you can dig how many people there are, man. Like, I was rapping to the fuzz, right, can you dig it? And, man, there's supposed to be a million and a half people here by tonight [NOTE: He was wrong. There wasn't even half a million] Can you dig that? New York State Freeway's closed, man. Yeah...lotta freaks, hahaha!")
And that is why I announce, with much joy, that I got tickets to see Arlo Guthrie in Vancouver on the 6th of April.
Of course, he's not the stunner he used to be.


But he is so cool, and I'm massively excited.
I'm going with my friends Nicola and Michele and it's gonna be so much fun!

On another note, this is such a great picture! Zooey Deschanel is rad.

Even though I'm still a little iffy about her playing Janis...