<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8738443702297790290</id><updated>2012-01-02T10:35:00.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music That Guides My Day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningbooth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8738443702297790290/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningbooth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peanut &amp;amp; Shorty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412140480008661172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3Pm9qiYndc/S3mpiF7K7pI/AAAAAAAAACw/gHutc_dTpXU/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8738443702297790290.post-412478640428195295</id><published>2011-09-23T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T08:49:23.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to cut the edge on a crappy day...</title><content type='html'>Today has not been the best day so I need to fill it with some of the best music.&amp;nbsp; Most of these songs aren't meant to change my mood, but serve more as a soundtrack to the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/92nqnFDWiOo/0.jpg" height="266" style="clear: right; float: right;" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/92nqnFDWiOo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/92nqnFDWiOo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Comfortably Numb - Sarah Slean:&lt;/strong&gt; It's a cover of the Pink Floyd classic by a groovy Canadian singer who should be more well known. I love the&amp;nbsp;trance-like quality she brings to the song.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Fun note: I met Ms. Slean in NYC. She's extremely friendly and was a real pleasure to converse. "Hello...hello...hello... Is there anybody in there?&amp;nbsp; Just nod if you can hear me.&amp;nbsp; Is there anyone home?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/KgdJjvWIlJg/0.jpg" height="266" style="clear: left; float: left;" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KgdJjvWIlJg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KgdJjvWIlJg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Stormy Weather - Etta James&lt;/strong&gt; - Oh Etta, how I love thee!&amp;nbsp; She could sing the phone book and I would love it.&amp;nbsp; This song has such a great meaning to my moment.&amp;nbsp; While this isn't the most somber arrangement, it still captures the ache.&amp;nbsp; "Don't know why there's no sun up in the sky, stormy weather."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/cZQrMqdv54I/0.jpg" height="266" style="clear: right; float: right;" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cZQrMqdv54I&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cZQrMqdv54I&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Linkin Park - Numb&lt;/strong&gt; - Angry. Bitter. In your face. This song captures a lot of what I've felt of late. Just so you know it's not a relationship feeling, but more a general life feeling.&amp;nbsp; Overwhelmed and "I'm tired of being what you want me to be."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8738443702297790290-412478640428195295?l=listeningbooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listeningbooth.blogspot.com/feeds/412478640428195295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://listeningbooth.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-to-cut-edge-on-crappy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8738443702297790290/posts/default/412478640428195295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8738443702297790290/posts/default/412478640428195295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listeningbooth.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-to-cut-edge-on-crappy-day.html' title='Something to cut the edge on a crappy day...'/><author><name>Peanut &amp;amp; Shorty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02412140480008661172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3Pm9qiYndc/S3mpiF7K7pI/AAAAAAAAACw/gHutc_dTpXU/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
