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spring break 4 ever!!!
note about the format of tonight's entry. I am sick of listening just to the 2001 ubermix, but was also too lazy to think about what album i wanted to hear. So i just threw in a mix i made back last may, and then for some reason felt like commenting as the tracks went by. So that's that.
01 - the twilight singers - the twilite kid: what a great song, and a perfect opener for a CD
Let's look at today in history, not in history as in the March 1st of years gone passed, but more like the friday before spring break. 3 years ago, a bright-eyed freshman, i was lugging my suitcases down to st. ignacius in the cold and deep deep snow. Getting ready to get on the bus and go to ireland. Two years ago, virtually the same trip with the bags and all, but without the snow, and not as cold, and i was going to vienna and prague. Last year, hungover as fuck, i was running late and walked across the street from vanderslice to the busses with a cigarette in my mouth and a punk as fuck attitude. And then this year. I woke up, hungover as hell, and showered and went to work. There at work, i listened to the knew ...and you will know us by the trail of the dead. Twice. I was kind of into it. I left work, still notably not feeling 100% and came home. Only person left was Tim who was on his way out the door. All my roommates gone, and sarah the only person left across the hall.
02 - the flaming lips - buggin': Unapologetic in its pure pop fun. A spring day with the windows down and the stereo pumping.
So with everyone in here gone, i entertained some notions of going to sleep, or watching farscape. I eventually settled on pumping the trail of the dead disc as loud as i could as i cleaned. I busted my ass in the common room and then a little more in the main entry place. The CD was growing on me, big time. It's loud, in your face rawk. But also, some really emotional bits thrown in and some serious epicosity throughout. After five or six listens, it's hard to pick a standout, but "how near how far" is really doing something for me.
03 - modest mouse - polar opposites: "i'm trying to drink away the part of the day that i cannot think away." word up, isaac.
Anyway, back to trail of the dead. "how near how far" is probably the most plaintive song on the disc, and it's just nailing me big time. About an oil painting: "i've rendered every line / every contour of a muse's eye / painted in my eyes mind / on canvases of time / i swear i know not why / those eyes have always left me dry." set to a gorgeous backdrop with a great middle of the song breakdown build. I dunno, this album is some great stuff. and i look forward to blasting it again tomorrow. Although i have a number of other new cds that need to be spun. Such a troubled life i lead...
04 - acoustic junction - melt: you know, as i grow up musically, i tend to let go of some of the more trad shit i listened to, like they aren't hip enough. Whatever, this is a gorgeous song, and it makes me no less cool because i dig it. "but last night, i had a dream..."
I decided early on that i'd be ordering food to be delivered to edmonds, thus eliminating the need for me to leave the building. And i literally spent about 30 minutes trying to find the goddam place on the internet that lets you order and pay for food without having to talk to anyone. Finally, i hit upon it, diningin.com. You'd think with a name like that, i'd fucking remember it, right? Anyway, i ordered from Charley's, and had a cup of french onion soup, and some london broil on it's way in an hour. Sweet.
05 - the afghan whigs - when we two parted: Greg Dulli back again after the first track. Dulli's classic vitriol based on a Lord Byron poem. Beautifully controlled anger that goes on with a painful slow burn rather than exploding at you.
So i'm outside vacuuming, check my phone and realize "shit, it's off the hook." Then i checked my messages and of course, delivery was here 15 minutes ago for 10 minutes and i missed the g-d call. I called diningin, and they said the driver could come back to the area in 15-30 minutes. Whatever, i thought. God invented microwaves for a reason.
06 - stars - the very thing: oh, stars. So comfortably decadent. Late nights, smooth beats, gentle vocals, and a deadbeat dad you almost have to love.
The reason the phone was off the hook, earlier TIM's aunt called me about the bartending gig TIM spoke of that i didn't think would materialize. Looks like i'm one of two tending bar at a party next sunday. Sure, i don't know shit about tending bar, but she first asked TIM if he'd do it, so i've nothing to worry about.
07 - tom waits - hold on: oh wow, remember tom waits? You can hate the weird stuff, but good god, can this man pen a ballad and tell a story that just takes your breath away. "she closed her eyes and started swaying / but it's so hard to dance that way: when it's cold and there's no music / oh your old hometown's so far away / but inside your head there's a record that's playing / a song called 'hold on' "
45 minutes passed since i called diningin, and i called again and they told me the driver was 2 minutes away, 2 minutes later my phone rang. I got my food, brought it up, and realized it was legal seafood, which is NOT what i ordered. Ring ring. Crazy man with the accent was addressing me like we were good friends and laughing, telling me he gave me the wrong food. I went back downstairs, we laughed, and we exchanged. And then finally i could eat. Huzzah.
08 - anne previn - torn: we can thank howard stern for getting me obsessed with this song. Love ya natalie, but this is real.
The soup was still warm, there was a salad i wasn't expecting, a big old piece of good bread i also wasn't expecting. And so much london broil that i have lunch for tomorrow. Sean came by during my feast. He watched as i ate and then we moved into the common room to watch tv, something that i realize i have almost completely taken out of my life. And i really don't think i'm any worse off for it.
09 - jeff buckley - lover, you should've come over: yeah, been a while since i've heard this, i'm such a bastard. "my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder."
so tv. And a lot of it. So much in fact, that it was a lot. We learned all about madame toussad's and the new michelle kwan wax figure. We also learned all about Bike Week in Daytona Beach, and about the many interesting things that happen there, such as the female coleslaw wrestling championships. and we watched a nonstop barrage of quick standup comedy cuts on BET, and a little bit of kid n' play's house party. and two episodes of blind date. and ren and stimpy, how that show was on Nickelodeon confuses the hell out of me. We watched a little bit of sebastian bach telling us what was metal or not. Learned a bit on what it's like to live like a rock star on some mtv cribs thing. and maybe more, but also some very entertaining commercials.
10 - badly drawn boy - the shining: looks like damon gough was maybe just a flash in the pan. Maybe he's working on something, but who knows, and who knows if it'll be any good. It's ok though, because what he gave us is some great stuff. "Now i've fallen in deep, slow silent sleep / it's killing me, i'm dying ... / to put a little bit of sunshine in your life."
Sometime around 11 or 12 maybe sean ordered dominos. And i ate some twisty bread, and i still smell it on my hands whenever i go to bite my nails or rest my chin on my hand or something and it makes me really wish that i wasn't so goddam lazy and would just get up to wash my hands.
11 - new pornographers - the fake headlines: i ought to buy this album. goddam clever canadians which an unsafe arsenal of great hooks. "make headlines / believe them / come back."
12 - belle & sebastian - get me away from here, i'm dying: they're coming in april, get your tickets now. "at the final moment i cried / i always cry at endings."
Sean left and almost immediately, sarah came home. We watched Insomniac. What a fucking funny funny show. Dave Atelle rules. And i'm so jealous, because he gets to walk around, get wasted, smoke cigarettes, and talk to people and be an ass. Funniest moment of the show, it's 4:30, he's shopping in a supermarket, wasted. Fills a basket with random shit and says "I can't wait till tonight when i'm at home fucking all of this." We were dying. Then came, umm, elimidate maybe. Also, one of the best shows on television. Nothing beats four girls whoring themselves out shamelessly to some lucky dude. And then being all bitchy and catty about each other. Comedy gold.
13 - sleater-kinney - you're no rock n' roll fun: yeah ladies. "all the boys in the band know how to get down / fill our christmas socks with whiskey drinks and chocolate bars."
Then came blind date again. It was an episode i had already seen that night, but it was ok. John Michael was almost as much fun to watch the second time around. I don't think that he beats the crazy biker dude from the earlier episode. He was said, kept saying to the girl and later to the camera that it was the best date he'd ever been on. And it was a really shitty date. But the point of these shows is to not get bogged down thinking about how sad they are and to just laugh and have a good time.
14 - the juliana theory - august in bethany: so what if i'm a sentimental fuck, i love this song. "with the sound of the ocean crashing 7:30 friday evening / everything comes tumbling down."
I feel as if i'm missing a show with sarah, oh well. She left at 2:30. Now it's 4. I really really really want/need to clean my actual bedroom tomorrow, it'll be such a nice feeling if i do it well.
15 - jets to brazil - i typed for miles: the anthematic "you keep fucking up my life" at the end breathes with a vitriol that even dulli would have to work at. bitterness and anger as effective as it gets. "in my three feet from bed to wall sleeps a genius."
Guess i'll just sleep a bunch tomorrow. Sean may come over to watch Goodfellas, and then either before or after i guess i'll clean. I think i have a drinking beer date with Sarah, and then we may just go do naughty things across the hall.
16 - elliott smith - say yes: ha. funny, i've been listening to this song a lot lately, and here it is on the mix i randomly played. "i could be another fool / or an exception to the rule / you tell me the morning after"
Winding down on this CD, and also on the things i have to say. Funny how this worked out in tandem so well. I think i may go home tuesday or so, then drive up to new york, hang out, gamble and then come home. Might be checking on Pinback on friday. Been a while since i've done the rock.
17 - crooked fingers - under sad stars: outside of vanderslice, smoking a cigarette, hearing this song for the first time, and just getting that weird feeling. Then again smoking outside on the balcony of our hotel room in rome. A beautiful downer. "Set me on fire, white liquor girl."
Then i'll have my car and can go visit cambridge and pickup the cds i missed last time out. Oh yeah, getting a $400 tax return. That's fucking money. Ok, i'm out.
18 - sigur ros - staralfur: "Starir á mig lítill álfur /hleypur ađ mér en hreyfist ekki / Úr stađ – sjálfur / Starálfur"