emmy blotnick

perpetua:

This has been around a bit, but c’mon, I’ve featured “Lisztomania” so many times by now, how am I going to ignore this? This version by the PS22 Chorus is lovely, and completely shifts the tone of the piece, nudging it toward gospel and soul. This is further proof supporting my claim that this is one of the truly great and timeless pop songs of the past several years. (via ohheymary)

This is also further proof that my music teacher blew utter fucking hatechunks when I was that age. Instead of a remotely sexy Italian-looking dude with a ponytail and hipster leanings, I had a woman whose name was Deborah, a fact I bet you all subconsciously knew already. Deborah straddled the line between woman and aggravated parrot from “When Animals Strike Back.” Most classes were spent watching her strum the autoharp and experience her midlife crisis, as though going to therapy and rounding up a bunch of recorder-tooting nine-year-olds are perfectly interchangeable things.

The grudge I continue to harbor mostly derives from the fact that she insisted on addressing me as “Emily B” instead of Emmy, even though that’s a nickname my parents gave me. “Emily B” — shudder. Once I realized she thought she was too good for nicknames, I started signing my worksheets “Mud” out of pure nine-year-old spite, and she punished me with some of my most embarrassing time-outs TO DATE.

So be grateful for what you’ve got, little Phoenicians.