Kat McGivern - My Kamikaze Heart

Take the bubbly pop aspect of an early Britney Spears, the ‘lovey dovey’ messages of Mandy Moore, and the warbling of a young Avril Lavigne, put them in a blender and pour yourself a Kat McGivern smoothie. McGivern, growing up in a musical family from Massachusetts, started her own musical journey at just 13. She went from teaching herself Gaelic ballads to becoming a classically trained vocalist. During college and thereafter, her style shifted to a more rock and pop influenced genre.

My Kamikaze Heart, though a pop album, contains no truly danceable tracks. Swaying, maybe, and bobbing to the beat, sure. All seven tracks deal with love, broken hearts, and staying strong through loss. The messages aren’t anything the world hasn’t heard before, but those may not exist.

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Christen on Board

Yes, I have another post about motorists- they may just be the thing that angers me most (and I'm really not an angry person, mind you). Yesterday was beautiful so I went for a bike ride on a trail near my house. For once I went without my iPod and it was a nice change to hear nature instead of music in my ears. The trail crosses a couple of roads, one major, the other just petty little roads (who needs 'em). I come up to the road and this sign is VERY clearly posted for the drivers to see Now what part of STATE LAW do you not understand? I stood and waited with my bike for 5 cars to pass before a nice, law-abiding driver stopped for me which I promptly waved to thank them for such a nice gesture. I get if someone's just coming up to the crosswalk and the driver's a too little close for them to slam on their brakes to stop for; But when someone's just standing there waiting to cross the road for a while, stop already! That's just rude. Especially for runners....

uh...BUM stands for Business Unit Manager

So as some of you may know, I'm currently job searching, which turns out to be IMPOSSIBLE. I've come across other 20 somethings who are looking for work, most of them just getting out of college. Good luck!! I've been here in Maryland since January searching for my career around DC. It's almost May and guess how many interviews I've had...you guessed it! 0. None. Zip. Zilch. I've even had to go through THREE interviews for a waitressing job. Yes, you heard me. 3. I'm still waiting on that third interview. I'm hoping that the managers are waiting until they have a large enough group to go through training and that's why I haven't had a call... I would like to know what kind of sick joke the universe is playing on me. Saturday afternoon I get a voicemail from some lady about coming in for an interview. There are a few things wrong with this proposal: 1. What kinda 9-5 job calls on a Saturday afternoon before Easter to talk work? 2. She said ...

The honey WAS snatched from the bee- Quite obviously

So I got my first taste of being critized for critizing music in a review. The CD was so morose it made me want to jump off a building. Is music supposed to make you feel that way? No. Okay, I'm exaggerating just a tad here, I would never jump off a building because of a song. But c'mon. The caviler had a lot of moot points, but the most entertaining was in regards to my discussion of the song titled "Joy" in which the singer makes you want to slit your wrists. The response to my review says, "LaFond fails to see that the song is indeed about joy. Not the possession of joy, but the loss one feels seeing it slip away. The honey was snatched from the bee. That's the point." How senseless of me. Read the review here !

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