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Kept you waiting there too long, my love

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I realize the blogging redundancy this blog post represents today. But, like any good addict, I can't shake the poetry of this series out of my mind. Every nuance of Breaking Bad's final show still echoes in my head.  Tony and his ducks. Modern Man.  You. Me. Us. It's official:  In mourning over the end of a truly great American love story. Days later and I keep returning to this post to rearrange the images in it.   Not just the content, but the narrative, the POV. What does this mean? Guess I got what I deserved Kept you waiting there too long, my love All that time without a word Didn't know you'd think that I'd forget or I'd regret The special love I had for you, my baby blue All the days became so long Did you really think I'd do you wrong? Dixie, when I let you go Thought you'd realize that I would know I would show, the speci...

Breaking Bad: Adios amigos. Fare thee well.

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And he drives a volvo, too. -- Breaking Bad clips courtesy of Sir Mark Ebner

Okay -- Television. We hate it. We love it. And sometimes we nearly drive over it.

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So, yesterday afternoon my youngest kid and I found ourselves (for inconsequential reasons of our own) having to weave around downtown LA, in the middle of what should have been a sleepy hot, sunny Sunday afternoon. I fully expected ours would be a blissfull traffic-free excursion, however we found ourselves pulling off the 110 and immediately dodging lines endless limos, slowing down at every street corner having to acquiesce to throngs of people in odd formal attire, to which my kid and I both thought out loud: "Yo, what. Is. This?! Who died?" Got home later. Found out. Apparently Mr. Emmy did. And that wasn't just another obscure formal mob-flash, that was the 2013 Emmy awards! So, you see, while we do not actually live in LA, we still live close enough that our lives can be caught in unexpected Emmy-jams during normally lazy Sundays. And it truly does not remotely feel glamorous. It feels tedious. But, here it is, a night later -- and given the ...

Maria Callas singing Puccini

Because sometimes words are not enough. And because I think we forget what truly beautiful singing sounded like.

When Breaking Bad has to watch Miley Cyrus Break Her Bad: Pop Culture Mashup

Last night: Airborne Toxic Event with Pacific Symphony

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They were pretty darn perfect. Emotionally engaging songs. Sweeping music.  Great energy. Surrounded by a huge symphony orchestra. Heck, it's a day later and I still have all their songs playing in my head. Below I've posted some videos of some of their music. The first two songs are ones most familiar to people, but ones below those are less well-known but really struck a chord inside me. Had to share. Oh, and I should add there are amazing accoustic versions of all the below videos, however for the sake of introducing them on my blog I'm going with their slick "official" vids.  

Best summer video of 2103: Daft Punk meets Colbert by way of Breaking Bad

Best band of the summer + meets StePhest + meets best show of the summer "Breaking Bad." What's not to love?