“My dad is the chemistry teacher at my high school and he’s annoyingly smart. I mean, super brainiac annoying. He knows the most random stuff. Like how at room temperature, mercury is the only metal that is in liquid form. And water expands as it drops in temperature, and by the time it’s frozen it takes up about 9% more space. Or that if you slowly pour a handful of salt into a totally full glass of water, it won’t overflow. In fact, the water level will go down. He’s always dropping the little facts about everything. He doesn’t realize what a geek he is for doing it, he’s just really into chemistry. I think he really doesn’t understand that not everybody is. He likes to cook because of chemistry - he mostly makes breakfast - because he says chemical reactions happen all the time in cooking and he’s always explaining as he goes. I don’t take his class at school but I hear he’s a pretty good teacher. He gets a lot of practice at home, that’s for sure.”—http://www.savewalterwhite.com/
A lot of people who I enthusiastically play this song for say that they’re turned off by the singing, that’s it’s too Bloomingfoods/estrogen-bomb/Diva Cup or whatever. It’s got those aspects of it, for sure, but I love this song because it’s totally original and real. It’s meditative, it’s heavy, and it transports me to a place I didn’t know existed before. I know that sounds super cheesy, but that’s what is great about great music.
Is it just me, or does anyone else hear that few seconds of the riff that sounds like that one song from that crappy musical Phantom of the Opera? It would take pages and pages to even begin to describe why I hate Phantom so much (although I could sum it up with a simile: Andrew Lloyd Webber is the Chili’s of music. Awful and overpriced, yet all of the boring people in your life keep wanting to go there. Also, he’s a plagiarist.)
Aside from those five notes, this song is BRILLIANT, I can’t help but spazz the hell out when I hear it.
“Koko was much bigger than Mister Rogers. She weighed 280 pounds, and Mister Rogers weighed 143. Koko weighed 280 pounds because she is a gorilla, and Mister Rogers weighed 143 pounds because he has weighed 143 pounds as long as he has been Mister Rogers, because once upon a time, around thirty-one years ago, Mister Rogers stepped on a scale, and the scale told him that Mister Rogers weighs 143 pounds. No, not that he weighed 143 pounds, but that he weighs 143 pounds. … And so, every day, Mister Rogers refuses to do anything that would make his weight change — he neither drinks, nor smokes, nor eats flesh of any kind, nor goes to bed late at night, nor sleeps late in the morning, nor even watches television — and every morning, when he swims, he steps on a scale in his bathing suit and his bathing cap and his goggles, and the scale tells him that he weighs 143 pounds. This has happened so many times that Mister Rogers has come to see that number as a gift, as a destiny fulfilled, because, as he says, “the number 143 means ‘I love you.’ It takes one letter to say ‘I’ and four letters to say ‘love’ and three letters to say ‘you.’ One hundred and forty-three. ‘I love you.’ Isn’t that wonderful?”—http://kottke.org/11/09/fred-rogers-man-of-steel-and-prayer