Bright

I've written somewhere before that I am big fan of Saturday Night Live. After MADtv was cancelled in 2009, I needed something productive to do Saturday nights, and it's free. So why not?

Last Saturday's guest was Anne Hathaway with Rihanna as the musical guest. There's been all this gossip recently about her and Chris Brown getting back together. Then there was that tattoo he got on his neck of a looked like the photograph of Rihanna's face after it was reported that he assaulted her. Regardless of the gossip, both are popular artists and it only comes to note that they're just like us, except rich and famous.

I'm famous-- right? Two blogs, Twitter, tumblr, who can miss it?

Moving on. As I was picking up somethings from a mother-in-law, this came on the radio as I told my dad that radio stations repeat the same god-damn music all day. "I heard fun.'s 'Some Nights' like seven times yesterday," I said.

From Barbadian-born artist Rihanna, featured on her seventh studio album, Unapologetic, "Diamonds."

Find light in the beautiful light
I choose to be happy
You and I, you and I
We're like diamonds in the sky

You're a shooting star I see
A vision of ecstasy
When you hold me, I'm alive
We're like diamonds in the sky

Stop

Today has been one of good news.

New job, new shoes, my knee is healing pretty well. I'll keep it short because it's so good. Around 1.20 this afternoon, I was searching for something to listen to when this came on. I was entrenched, as if it had wrapped its fingers around me and rope me in to its alternative rock grip. Uhhhh.

I absolutely love the oooh-ing and the voice of the main singer. These people sound like the 90s before the 90s were even around. A little research never hurts, and neither does the posting it up on Facebook and tumblr.

From their first full-length album Surfer Rosa released in 1988, Boston-based Pixies with "Where Is My Mind?"

Oh stop!
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself, "Where is my mind?"