Lisztomania

Phoenix – Lisztomania

I want to make a post with a ton of random lists.  This song popped into my head. I like it, I put it on a ton of burned CD’s for the car. ( “Lisztomania”, is a term to describe the massive public response to Franz Liszt’s piano performances. Liszt’s playing was reported to raise the mood of the audience to a level of mystical ecstasy. Admirers of Liszt would swarm over him, fighting over his handkerchiefs and gloves. Women would try to get locks of his hair, and whenever he broke a piano string, admirers would try to obtain it in order to make a bracelet. )

Sounds pretty crazy. Or, how any teenage girl gets about pop boys.

But, Lisztomania=Listomania ???

Things I could never put a price on:

1. Kids being psyched to give high-fives.
2. My families dachshund, Oliver, who lives with my mom.
3. The feeling of waking up early on Saturday, & thinking it’s a weekday, realizing, and going back to sleep. :)
4. Having my 87 year old Grandmother beat me in Rummy; repeat times in one sitting.
5. My dad still calling me pet names, when I talk to/see him.

Things that always put me in an awesome mood:

1. New shampoo & conditioner.
2. Forehead kisses; given or received.
3. Running around with a wand. Bonus awesome mood points if it jingles.
4. Finding tops/bottoms at a thrift store that fit perfectly.
5. Helping someone out & seeing them happier for it.

Stuff I’d put in my house if money was not an option:

1. “Primo Quarto” bookshelves by Saba Italia
2. The entire collection from resourcefurniture.com
3. Monochromatic rooms. One color, each room. Obsessed over the apartment linked in the picture above!
4. Mixture of polished concrete floors (Please! Click that link!) and wood flooring.
5. The biggest, softest, enrapturing, 3 feet high of white linens  bed. I want 15 pillows. I want to jump and disappear because I’ve sank into a huge cloud-like bed pile.

Things everyone loves, & I just don’t get it:

1. Owls. I don’t get it.
2. Men with vain-popping muscles; I hear women swooning over how “ripped” men are, blah. I like strength, but really? I don’t want to cuddle w/ a rock.
3. Tans… -wrinkles, sagging skin, & sun spots… why?
4. The whole thing that is too long to be a shirt, too short to be a dress things that you wear with leggings.
5. 5 Guys Burgers & Fries, greasy, gross. Go to Burger Monger!

///aeb