Caterwauling

I was just listening to my iPhone tunes, and feeling mellow while listening to Trisha Yearwood’s “Real Live Woman.”

I was leaning back in my chair, just sort of staring at the wall and thinking, and I didn’t even realize the song had changed.

But just to show you the power of Lenny Kravitz, when the lyrics started playing for his song “Again,” I felt my girly bits twinging.

Seriously.

Does that man inspire orgasms all across the world with just the sound of his voice, or am I just lucky enough to have a “moment” in the middle of a slightly stressful day?

Oh, Lenny. Thank you for being hawtt and sexy … unlike Dave Matthews, who is playing now. But I gotta admit, DMB’s “Crush” is serving to continue my “come on, get happy” feeling.

Ooh, “Run to the Water” by Live. Yeah! There’s something compelling about that Ed Kowalczyk, too. Perhaps that was why I was so soggy-pantied over Chris Daughtry, who favored him vocally and a bit physically.

OK, Kate Voegele’s “Wish You Were” is next in the rotation. Female hard-on killed, although I do love, love, LOVE this song, too.

Soggy-panty break over. Back to the digital salt mines.

No sense in blogging when Sarah Buxton’s “That Kind of Day” sums it up just fine.

“Stayed out about two hours too late,
An’ now it’s hard gettin’ out of this bed.
Man, my boyfriend was a pain in the butt last night,
Now he’s an ache in my head.
Stubbed my toe on the dresser an’ I guess,
It’s too late to shower an’ do my hair.

Yeah, throw a ball cap on;
Hell, half the day is gone.
And nothin’ else could go wrong, whoa, oh.
Fifty bucks is all I got:
When times are tough, it’s time to shop,
An’ my credit card’ll buy a lot, whoa, oh.
What’s another bill to pay?
It’s that kind of day.
Hey, hey, hey, yeah.

Got 26 messages on my voicemail,
An’ I’ve only called my best friend back.
An’ I told her: “When it comes to my life these days,
“I’m somewhere between a cry an’ a laugh.”
She said my Mom just called her,
An’ said I look like I’ve gained five pounds.

Ho, oh, slip into my fat jeans.
Overdose on mint ice-cream.
Treat the day just like a dream, whoa, oh.
Hope I see someone I know,
An’ I’ll smile an’ put on a show,
Say I got somewhere to go, whoa, oh.
Everyone’s got something to say:
It’s that kind of day.

Standin’ still on the interstate,
An’ I swear some old lady,
Just flipped me the bird.
(Did she just flip me the bird?)

It’s gotta go up from here.
Today is gonna disappear,
An’ nothin’s gonna interfere, whoa, oh.
Gonna buy myself some flowers,
An’ then spend a couple a-hours,
Talkin’ to my Higher Power
Ask Him why life’s this way.
(Ask Him why.)
Yeah, I’m gonna ask Him why my life’s this way,
(Why’s my life this way?)
There’s just no tellin’ what He’s gonna say.
Oh, it’s just that kind of day.”

Do you ever wonder about whatever it is you’re waiting for — whether it’s the biggest test of your faith or the (next) biggest waste of your time?

“Sky fell down and pulled us in
Stole away my oxygen
And left me standin’ breathless there with you
The ocean wrapped around the sun
The smell of June — the taste of your tongue
Was all I’d ever need

But you - you keep on waiting
For the sun to come around
And you — you keep on waiting
For something better — better off to come around.”

– Sister Hazel, “Come Around”

So I was watching “The Hills” last night. (Shut up — I love that stupid show.) And this amazing Natasha Bedingfield song came on, “Soulmate,” and I think I died and went to heaven.

The song isn’t yet available in the U.S. iTunes Music Store, although I did put in a request for it.

In the meantime, here’s the video on YouTube, because I have to have access to this song. Damn it. *sniffle*

Jordin Sparks’ new single (of “American Idol” fame, for those who forget quickly) is called “Tattoo” and debuted on a New York radio show recently.

You have to sit through the whole interview (unless you do the bizarre fast-forward thing, which takes awhile, too), and the song starts right at 11 minutes into it, but it’s worth the wait:

“Tattoo”