Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Jejune lyrics, heavy synth, and it's MSTRKRFT. This is not "Un bel di" from Madame Butterfly; you won't listen to this song and experience any emotionally induced heart palpitations. But you will unconsciously sing the line, "Remember when you caught my eye? You gave me rainbows and butterflies" all day until you want to seppuku.
2. Genki Crepe
Ice cream. Strawberries. Whipped Cream. Nutella. Cheesecake. Weight Gain. Arterial Plaque. Premature Death. Devastated Family. Wasted Potential.
3. Drunk Self-Portraits Taken On Your Computer At 3AM Wherein You Pretend To Be Both Coy And Dubious.
4. Time Eating Websites
Sorry friends, I can't hang out with you tonight because I need to spend more time on my writing AKA look at shit like this for an hour:
Aesthetically Awesome But Emotionally Vapid Music videos on Vimeo. I should probably just file this into the Soulless Music category.
This week's specimen:
Directed by Eric of Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! Need I elaborate?
I really want to send this to my old Women's Studies professor and get her reaction. I'd also like to discuss why the yellow-mohawked guy in the video uses the moniker "Domestic Violence." Just call me Domestic Violence. For real sir?
Also, these things are distracting me:
I want to see more of the world why aren't I traveling I should get on a plane right now and just go I could do anything I'm young white and over twenty-one the possibilities are endless kind of overwhelming actually I think I'll just make some lavender chamomile tea and call it a fucking night
That's all for this week.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
If I could ask everyone I know two personal (verging on intrusive) questions, they would be: Do you connect specific songs with emotionally explosive periods of your life? and Which songs?
I went to a bar this week where they were playing a lot of Jawbreaker and Jets To Brazil—two bands that I listened to pretty compulsively when I was sixteenish. I’m having a major Nostalgia Fest and rediscovering all of my old Emo favorites from sophomore year of high school. Man, I sure did feel a lot of feelings in 2002…unlike now.
There are some songs that I’m just not ready to hear again. I may never be ready. Example: Elliott Smith – Waltz #2.
I’m never gonna know you now
but I’m gonna love you anyhow.
Ok, yes, this song is meant to stomp the listener’s heart to a pulpy mess. The album “XO” should be renamed “Background Music For Your Suicide Attempt.” Combine the inherently depressive aspects of Elliott Smith’s life and music with the inherently depressive aspects of being sixteen and you create a terrible Pavlovian effect; for the rest of my life, whenever I hear Waltz #2, it will trigger a tsunami of sad in my brain and I’ll feel small and insignificant as a fruit bat (not to hate on fruit bats) and I’ll start salivating…from my eyes.
But for real, sixteen wasn’t all existential alienation and unrequited love; there was joy too. That summer I went to France with my best friend and we both became obsessed with Bright Eyes' You Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will at the same time.
Now I write when I'm away,
letters that you'll never read.
You said go explore those other women,
the geography of their bodies,
but there's just one map you'll need.
You're a boomerang you'll see.
You will return to me.
(wait for 2:32. Just wait for it. It gets me every time)
Dear Everyone I Know: if you don’t want to tell me about the song you were listening to when grandma passed away or whatever, can you at least tell me what you were into when you were sixteen?
p.s. I have a mix tape (R.I.P mix tapes) from freshman year and there are not one, but TWO songs by Nelly on it. It also features Shaggy's It Wasn't Me.