Sunday, June 11, 2006

That feels sooo much better...
Yesterday I started to get a gimpy leg. The whole back of my right leg from ass to heel was in some serious pain. Sciatic nerve, I think, although I have no idea why or how this happened.
So this morning I thought I had better get back to exercising, as it's been neglected for several days and the fat cells were starting to plan a coup. I opted for the elliptical machine over the bike, as it hurt less to stand than it did to sit.
Grimacing, I started to sweat it out on the machine. And then the Constantines started in on Hotline Operator. I lost myself in the groove and by the time the song had finished, so had the pain. I tell you, those guys have the power to heal! Seriously, can't you just see Bry Webb as an old-time fire-and-brimstone preacher? I would buy a bottle of elixir of that dude in a heartbeat. I mean, he fixed my gimpy leg and he wasn't even in the same room.
In keeping with our recent theme of rewatching old favourite films, we watched Fight Club again last night. I hadn't seen it for years and I didn't even realise that it ended off with the Pixies Where Is My Mind. How fucking perfect is that? I really need to read that book.
If you feel like weighing in on a discussion of how long new stories maintain their shelf-life and the rapidly decreasing collective attention span of our culture, please check out the piece I wrote for the Stroumboulopouli. I'd love to hear your opinion.
Here then, for your listening pleasure and for the good of your soul, is the music that healed me this morning.
Hotline Operator - the Constantines (from Tournament of Hearts)


Anonymous said...

I am glad you are feeling better and I am sure there is something to your theory about the healing power of music.I will check out your piece on the Stroumboulopouli page.

Will said...

I need to get my work speakers hooked up. I need to do some exercising myself, so hopefully i can get lost in the groove as well.

Barbara said...

Music does heal. They say the 7 musical notes are like the 7 chakra points and the right tone hits the right chakra and voila healing.
Unless it's Slayer than it gives a headache. For me anyway.

Allison said...

'Where Is My Mind' is one of the best parts of Fight Club!
I did the opposite of you, yesterday I chose the bike instead of the elliptical...although it was a nice bike ride along Stanley hurts to sit down now :) But I'm glad you're feeling better now.

John Mutford said...

Good luck on CBC tomorrow.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

There must be something to it, Jacquie, but I maintain it strongly depends upon the music. Pussycat Dolls, for example, would only give me more pain.

I couldn't function without my work speakers, Will. Well actually I use headphones, but people can still hear me sing sometimes. Yikes.
Get thee to a groove, lad!

Not big on Slayer myself, Barbara W. They, along with the Pussycat Dolls, must be incapable of finding those chakra notes.

Have you read the book Allison? I haven't yet but I do know the ending is completely different. Much darker. And go Pixies!
A bike ride in Stanley Park sounds LOVELY. But you sure use different muscles on a stationary bike than you do on a road bike.

Thanks John! How sweet of you to remember! I hope I don't sound too dorky.

Barbara said...

I can't wait to hear you Barbara B.
Hey did you get all that email today? Can you tell it's my day off?

Allison said...

I haven't read the book yet, but I brought it with me this summer to read. I heard about the end though.. something to do this week-ish ;)

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I was so jealous when I saw all the time you had for emailing today Barbara W. Actually I was jealous you had email access, but that, my friend, is another story.
I finally had a chance to answer the emails, except for Jeremy's. Wasn't that extremely gracious of him?

I have to put a hold on that book at the library, Allison. We can hold a Book Club! And fight about it! ahhaha

Anonymous said...

It's the architecture of Fight Club constructed with Legos. I'm afraid I don't understand but it's been a few years since I've seen the movie, perhaps you can shed some light on this conundrum? :D

Gimpy leg, foamy eye drops, we've got to stop paralleling each other's lives, Barbara. This is getting creepy.

But yay for the pain-B-gone that the Constatines provided, those boys know how to get the knots out! I wonder what kind of soothing they can provide for mental constipation.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Oooo, Lego and Fight Club, Michelle? How cool a combo is that? I'll need to look at that site and report back to you.

I think you and I both need to listen to a lot of Cons, as we are obviously mirroring each other's ailments. And we both know those lads are good for what ails you (and also for what doesn't).

chuck said...

um...I had something to say but I can't remember what it is...maybe I just want to have something to say...but I want it to be valid and profound, not wishy-washy and unliterary...still, something that might endear me to other bloggers, without being too trite or banal in an attempt to please...I know: TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE-and public opinion be, Dance To Your Own Music- a variant of "Dance to the music"...well, maybe I will have something insightful and pithy to say I am all-wet today, it is, consequently, time to step out of this stream of consciousness.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Hi Chuck, and welcome! Stream of consciousness is always welcome here, pithy or un, wet or dry.

phlegmfatale said...

Ah, the Pixies! Surfer Rosa is one of the best albums ever. There's a dive-y bar in Dallas called Lee Harvey's that has the coolest jukebox with Surfer Rosa, Luscious Jackson, lots of groovy and not mainstream stuff of the past and present. Shit. I'm going to meet a girlfriend there for drinks tomorrow. Yay!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

That sounds fun PF! Play Wave of Mutilation for me, will you? And pretend I'm buying you a drink.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

HOLY SHIT, Michelle!! I finally checked out that Fight Club in Lego site, and I completely don't get it! But I strongly suspect that Buddy has way too much time on his hands.