The Happiness Tag

This tag is slightly overdue as I’ve been away from my desktop. Yeayea, I know it is possible to post via mobile devices but I just cannot be arsed. Too much effort. For me.

I was tagged by Lise, now let’s go!

The rules

  • List five things that makes you happy
  • Share five songs that makes you happy
  • Tag at least five bloggers that makes you happy

Five things

Coming home. I wasn’t far away. I’ve been staying at my parent’s house the past week, keeping the cats company while my parents were off hiking. It was nice, it is still home in a way. Even so. Coming home home, to my apartment, makes me v. v. happy. I want to argue that it’s because for my uses, my home is practical. Practical makes me happy.

And also. My things. People who say things don’t make you happy lie. They do. It might be temporary, but still. I take anything I can get.

Cat company. I always feel so special when cats choose to hang out with me. In truth, I’m about as special as a piece of furniture, but never mind that! Prefer it when they choose to lie next to me tho, as opposed to on.

This guy, for example, does not generally keep this distance:

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He prefers to be as close to your face as is possible. For me, this is the perfect distance. Means you can get up and make a cup of tea, do a load of laundry, water the plants, or any of the bizillion things my brain comes up with. It doesn’t seem to be a big fan of sitting still for more than 15 minutes at a time.

Feminists. In general. Feminists are without a doubt some of the funniest people. A recent example: assholesonline. Let me explain. This account is run by Linnea Claesson. She receives a threat from some guy, as per usual, this one says he’s going to “get his boys and visit her” unless she takes down a picture she’s posted. She refuses. Which is enough for me to cheer.

It gets better.

She posts this little clip (watch watch watch!):

The sign on the door reads Welcome Fredrik (name of the guy) and in brackets and his boys. In the caption she’s written I don’t get visitors too often so I’m VERY excited! 

The fact that someone had this idea at all makes me insanely happy.

It doesn’t end here.

Dinner with Fredrik and his boys. She’s set the table and is waiting.

As I was saying. Feminists are hilarious.

Super enthusiastic people. You know, people like Beth Ditto.

 

Vegan option! A vegan option that has been making me quite happy lately, is this ice cream:

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This is not only the best vegan ice cream, it is better than their non-vegan ice cream. I.e. it is creamier, and the flavor is all there.

PS. They also make dairy and soy free ice cream, in case you’re not a fan of the soy. It has a rice base and it’s just as nice.

Future plans. As in future plans to have time off work to go somewhere to see a band.

If I thought some more about going to the UK to see Deaf Havana, I’d be a slightly less miserable person. Can’t quite seem to remember to tho.

Five songs

In general, happy songs do not make me happy.

There is one glaring exception: Die Ärzte. I can’t quite explain this. I don’t think they do anything except for happy songs. Is it because I read their happy as sarcasm?

I’ve already mentioned their Monsterparty which always and without fail puts a smile on face because it’s beyond ridiculous, but I guess 3-Tage-Bart isn’t far behind?

…and you kinda need to understand German for this to make any sense at all. If it wasn’t for the lyrics, I’d never listen to this. In fact I didn’t, until my German was good enough for me to understand what the songs were about.

The type of songs that frequently do make my happy, are songs like Stray from the Path’s First World Problem Child.

Because aggressive. I like it.

There is also something about Diamanda Galás that makes me happy. Her mere existence makes me happy.

Like feminists, that someone would even think about doing what she does, it makes me happy. For example, she did an entire record of screaming, called Schrei X. It not exactly made for everyday listening, you probably can’t listen to it more often than you would watch a movie. It’s a performance piece I would say.

This is one of her more accessible tracks:

I’m also going to list Thrice’s Black Honey. Because. Not only is it a great track, which in itself is enough to make a person happy, but also. Every time I’ve been to see Architects they play it pre-show, and it makes me v. v. happy to have someone other than myself playing me this song.

Also. Miserable/depressing songs make me happy. Amity Affliction, they just do it so, so well.

 

Tag

Hitherdither? You up for it?

100 day song challenge #08

#08 A song that calms you down

I generally find any piece of music that goes heavy on the piano to be quite calming. Could be anything. Nick Cave playing on Marianne Faithfull’s There is a ghost, Diamanda Galas hammering away, the way she usually does, or something simple like the piano on Lana Del Rey’s Ride, Beyoncé’s Halo, or someone with mad skills like Yiruma. Anything piano will do.

I do much favor what Conway Savage does on Fair and tender ladies tho.

Also. He’s got such a pleasant quality to his voice.

Not really expecting this to make sense to anyone really. It is one of my all-time fave songs though. Yes, of all the songs recorded ever.

xo,

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100 day song challenge #17

#17 A song that was released in the 70s

Finally! I’ve got a reason to harp on about one of my faves John Cale. I love John Cale.

In case you’ve missed it; John Cale used to be in Velvet Underground. I don’t particularly like Velvet Underground. I also don’t like Lou Reed (also in Velvet obvs).

But I love John Cale.

Well. At least when he plays the piano.

If I’m being honest, my love for Cale is completely based on his Fragments of a Rainy Season record. Which is a live recording where he plays the piano. Basically.

I just love how he plays the piano. People don’t play the piano like that anymore.  Except for Diamanda. But then she and John would probably have learned how to play around the same time, so that makes sense I suppose. I wish someone would teach me how to; it has a darkness about it that I find very appealing.

I think he probably, originally, released this song in the 70s. I have CD saying he did. So let’s go with that; John Cale’s cover of Heartbreak Hotel.

xo,

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Dirty Weekend, the movie

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Have I mentioned lately that I love Dirty Weekend? I  l o v e  Dirty Weekend. Hands down favorite novel of all time. I was introduced to this masterpiece via Nina Björk’s Under det rosa täcket, which was on the reading list when I studied contemporary feminist literature. So at least I got something out of that course…

What I love about Dirty Weekend is how it’s written in the style of a fairytale, and I do love a good story of revenge. It’s also short and snappy, and Zahavi is really quite good at creating tension.

Anyway. That’s not the point here; I’m not going to try to convince you this is the best novel ever (I mean it is, purely objectively), you can go right ahead and hate it. Which seems to be what most people do anyway. So.

I’ve known for a while Dirty Weekend was made into a movie in the early 90s. Terrible movie apparently. (See IMDB.) Because I’m completely obsessed with the book – I read it at least once a year, frequently when I read terrible books to remind myself that there are good books – I have been looking for the movie. I just had to see it, even if was terrible. Considering the fact that A. most people seem to hate the book too, and B. I sometimes don’t agree with IMDB (what do you mean the 1993 The Three Musketeers is not the best movie ever!?!?) – I figured there was a fair chance I’d still like it.

I didn’t. At all. Not even a little. It wasn’t even vile. Or violent, which you might expect if you read the book.

I just wanted to say that I’m disappointed. And I don’t handle disappointment well (in the words of Diamanda, obviously).

And I was so happy when I finally stumbled on it on YouTube; I’ve been looking for this movie for basically forever. And I generally struggle to find any movie at all that I feel even the slightest inclination towards watching. I never thought I’d say this, but I even prefer Baise-Moi, which is just vile. But that’s always something.

I just wish someone would have made it into a cartoon instead. I am so sure that would have worked so incredibly well for this particular story. Oh well.

xo,

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