Obsession

I'm going through some old songs here on a 90s cassette tape and found this number I couldn't remember who sang it. It took me a good 20 minutes to figure it out because well... a keyword search for the song title and "90s" didn't cut it. The song is "Obsession" and I remember it being like a big deal at the time because this was an openly lesbian band. Long story short and several variations of keyword searches in Google, I found it... and remembered distinctly. How could I forget? Lesbian. The name of the group was Fem2Fem. Duh! Here are the lyrics and hopefully Google indexes it so others may find this 90s gem!

I walk the streets at night thinking about you.
I'm not sleeping thinking about you.
I'm forever walking past your window.
Are you touching some other girl I know.
You don't know what you're doing to me.

Obsession, let me go.

I [unintelligible] that winter evening.
My heart raced as I heard the phone ring.
All alone with the rain and thunder.
Could it be you just lost my number.
Time passes slowly, living on my mind.
You seem so distant; can you read the signs?
You don't know what you're doing to me.

Obsession, let me go.

Can't stop; can't let it go.
Won't you let it go.

I've the strangest feeling.
I can stop thinking about you.
Let it go.

[END]

Launch Playlist 1

Paper Romance
Bonafied Lovin'

Observation

What is it with gays losing their shirts as soon as they walk into a dance club? Cliché, stereotype, hilarious. Please discuss.

Tonight

International Music Summit, Winner
Tonight (IMS Anthem 2009) [Above & Beyond Remix] - Dirty Vegas

Lyrics (transcribed by quirkymichael)

tonight, tonight, tonight my friend
i've got this feeling that i hope will never end
tonight, tonight, tonight i see
these precious moments that mean everything to me
i wanna be with you
right here with you

tonight, tonight, tonight it's clear
dance with shadows until morning light appears
tonight, tonight, tonight i seek
to fill with more love than I thought i'd never feel
i wanna be with you
right here with you

Delusions of Grandeur

The fact of the matter is that if I'm in jail I can't do anything; so, I'd have to be more devious. There's no way I could explore myself if I knew I would be caught. But to what extent will I go to find this other person or adventure I'm dreaming of.

Still got it

I'm home alone this weekend and what am I doing right now? Singing into the mirror with a hairbrush. To Aretha Franklin. I'm working on a mixtape for my sister from back when we used to go roller skating Saturday mornings with my Dad. I'm listening to "Who's Zoomin' Who." With as big and black and "entitled" as Aretha has gotten, I'd failed to remember a little musical gem like this. Thank God for 80s production.

I realized looking into the mirror that as awful as I've felt about myself this last year since exiting the gym on an injury, I'm um... I'm actually rockin' this look right now. Big hair. Big 'stache. Toned. Lean. It's not bad really. It's even a bit more over-the-top in that there's something somewhat feminine about it. I mean my build and the overall "Michael" brand. It's sort of... you don't know what to make of it. That makes me feel good. There's nothing better than being different.

I guess I'm sort of realizing that well maybe this works for me. Maybe not try to be something I'm not like behaving a certain way or looking a certain way. I'll never be big. I'll never make enough time to shave my body. I'll never be comfortable in my own skin. That is of course until I finally "get it" that is I am the way I am because I was made that way. Then I can stop worrying about all that stupid sh*t and keeping up with the young hot sh*t and start to enjoy what little time I have left on this blue ball.

If only it were that easy.

Why was The Virgin Tour never released on DVD and why can't I buy the CD?! (I'm listening to Dress You Up LIVE.) Seems like it would be a pretty desirable download for 80s folk and Madonna fans. I remember skating to this with the video screens playing the concert at Skate Station 1. Jen's going to love this.

Call me

First let me say that I love my new phone and though it’s not an iPhone or something more glamorous, it gets the job done. I upgraded to an LG Vu from a Motorola RAZR. Best of all, the phone was a free refurb from AT&T. No problems with a refurb – they’re typically returns within 30-days in good condition simply because the first purchaser changed his mind or found some fault. Nevertheless, I am pleased having satisfied both being a geek for gadgets and being resourceful with money.

But this post isn’t about my new phone. It’s about the phone call I just got and the subsequent voicemail and text.

I received a call about 10 minutes ago and didn’t recognize the number. I headed over to Facebook to my phonebook there to see if I knew who it was. If all else failed, there was reverse lookup on the web. In scrolling though my F-book phonebook, I received a voicemail and then a few seconds later a text. I thought the text would be from the number of the person who called me but in fact it was a text from my voicemail… a transcribed text. (!!!) How you ask?!

GOOGLE.

I signed up for Google Voice shortly after they bought Grand Central. I used it on occasion at work to text people. At the time it was much easier than texting on my RAZR. (But that’ll change now that I have the Vu.) But I knew G-Voice transcribed; I just don’t use the number enough to have experienced it yet, and it just never occurred to me that it would happen. I mean, I guess I knew it would happen eventually but just not today which is why I’m so thrilled. It’s like I got my period.

I went into Google Voice to make sure that I had guessed right and well… there was my transcribed message and voicemail waiting for me. I clicked the play button and my computer spewed out the message which was surprisingly transcribed word for word. Well this means all sorts of new fun communication for me. Exciting!

Anyone reading… do you have a G-Voice or Grand Central number? What are your experiences?