Showing posts with label Styx. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Styx. Show all posts

Monday, November 21, 2011

Unless I get this from Santa, I will never believe life is fair again!

"A new line of handmade jewelry featuring the Styx logo and select lyrics from the band's tunes is available now for pre-order from StyxWorld.com. The collection was a collaboration between singer/guitarist Tommy Shaw's wife, Jeanne, and New York-based designer Diana Warner, and includes guitar-pick earrings and eight dog-tag necklaces.

The necklaces feature charms made of various metals, including pewter, rose gold, gunmetal, antique gold and antique silver. The pieces are expected to begin shipping by early December. Prices range from $55 to $200.

"We're so thrilled to be able to offer something very special to Styx's fans that's worlds different than anything we've done before," Jeanne Shaw said in a statement. "We hope they love the collection as much as we do."

Other, limited-edition Styx jewelry pieces will be introduced in 2012."

Monday, March 29, 2010

Secret Secret

My friend C. is a lot smarter than I am and is a musician to boot.

He occasionally borrows books I have from undergrad about medieval art criticism and when I see him next he has interesting things to say about them. I nod my head and pretend I remember what I skimmed through 20 years ago before a test. In the past, we've read Trollope's Palliser novels and War and Peace at the same time and had good discussions, but for the life of me I still can't get through Varieties of Religious Experience or Proust, two of his favorites.

C. also makes posts about music now and again: intelligent, thought provoking posts about things like piano, punk rock and the middle class living room. I'm not sure that he has any interest in spandex jumpsuits at all though. Luckily, C. is not a music snob and we've shared many wine moments singing along with Steve Perry. Even so, I still feel vindicated when he posts a link to articles like this one from Salon.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Styx - Low Hanging Fruit of the Online Dating World

There are scenes,
There are blues
There are boots,
There are shoes
There are Turks,
There are fools
There are Rockers,
They're in schools
There was you,
Then there was you


I jumped in.
I am the official owner of an online dating profile.
This mostly just makes me feel queasy. Not in the excited before a big event way but in the "I ate too many marshmallows and I wish I hadn't" way.

I'm finding two things very interesting in this so far brief experience.

1. Most of the men in my age range who state strong interest in music and list musical preferences mention a lot more modern, ambient, avant garde and electronic stuff that would never come right to my mind if I talked about bands I love. Some of it I know, some of it is okay in small doses, some of it I like, and lots of it makes me fear I would be living in Tron if we hit it off and shacked up.

I've known and loved recording and electronic toy dorks before (and thank god for that or who would swap out my stereo tubes when they blow!) but I feel a bit worried that there will be some sort of pop quiz about what keyboard is being used for the tinkle at minute 12:53 of Shoegaze Reptoid Zap! by DJ RJ (aka Ubu Boi).

Do these guys secretly still listen to Metallica and Hank Williams too but want to put forward their hip, young intellectual side? Will my fondness for acoustic guitar, outrageous lead singers,and words date me and doom me?

2. One of the questions this particular site asks is "What do you love that everyone else hates?" My answer is Styx. This seems to be the low hanging fruit of my profile that men use as an opening and it is fascinating. I know from experience talking with with people in pubs that Styx does not go over well and there is no convincing a hater. The only other artist that comes close to this in terms or universal knowing and loathing is Grace Slick.

I can't imagine sending a message that reads:
StyNx sux! *wink*

Now that makes a girl feel special. At least I know they've read the words and didn't just look at the pictures ....off now to listen to Taking Tiger Mountain (by Strategy). I love Brian Eno and wonder if he earns me some weirdy music points even if he is an old timer.