tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post3268702114436344271..comments2024-02-25T09:46:28.218-05:00Comments on The Park Bench: Maybe we should just hug it out? Nah....Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-35916654917329813502008-03-06T13:09:00.000-05:002008-03-06T13:09:00.000-05:00I love Aimee Mann, but I don't have that album. It...I love Aimee Mann, but I don't have that album. It sounds great! And good for her taking it out on Elvis. He looks too smug sometimes.Lizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03732174528471795168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-55890147667118712462008-03-06T11:23:00.000-05:002008-03-06T11:23:00.000-05:00Wonderful post, I especially like the Puccini line...Wonderful post, I especially like the Puccini line - you are hilarious. My A+ #1 Go-To breakup elixer album, of the tall, angry woman variety is Aimee Mann's "I'm With Stupid." The <I>album</I> starts with "You fucked it up! You should have quit till circumstances had changed a bit! Whatever!" Then it goes on to the super self-empowering "Superball," which includes the line "And I warn you now: the velocity I'm gathering will knock you down." And into one of the greatest breakup songs ever, "Amateur" ("I was hoping that you'd know better than that/I was hoping but you're an amateur/ and I've been wrong before.") and then "Par for the Course" with the haunting refrain of "I don't even know you anymore."<BR/><BR/>I heard a rumor that she wrote it after breaking up with Elvis Costello, which makes "Amateur" all the more scathing.Ms. Meghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16993212676947074793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-55921112987239786742008-03-05T18:58:00.000-05:002008-03-05T18:58:00.000-05:00Great post, Liz. I was particularly amused by the...Great post, Liz. I was particularly amused by the tag "angry short women."<BR/><BR/>I've always appreciated the poetic bitterness present in the witchy one's lyrics. Though I'm sure it was painful for them (but somewhat balmed by the platinum records and cash), I really enjoyed watching/hearing the whole Stevie/Lindsay relationship crash and burn in front of us. In addition to the songs you mention, "Go Your Own Way" was a pointed retort from Buckingham.Shanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02912061891010047846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-68093298412544354312008-03-05T15:18:00.000-05:002008-03-05T15:18:00.000-05:00I actually used "Dreams" as a fuck you to an ex. I...I actually used "Dreams" as a fuck you to an ex. I gave him a card that I had written the lyrics in. A few years later after he was married I ran into him and he told me he had a dream about me. He'd been listening to his walkman before going to sleep (next to his wife) and Dreams came on the radio. He said he always thought of me when he heard it so he dreamt about me.<BR/><BR/>Stevie is so damn good...Nancy Wetmore-Mathewshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132074658528510371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-8595834636656375822008-03-05T14:16:00.000-05:002008-03-05T14:16:00.000-05:00Yes yes yes! Poor Stevie always gets compartmenta...Yes yes yes! Poor Stevie always gets compartmentalized as just another permed/fringed/witchy nether-being. She may very well be all of those things, but even moreso she's a gifted songwriter who can pen a straightforward gut-wrencher better than most sneaker gazers. Love her!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com