Posts tagged: music
April Smith and the Great Picture Show :: What’ll I Do
These thousands of miles
of arteries lead
to a heart that beats just for youGrrr… fuck you, April Smith, for always articulating what I’m feeling better than I can.
I have a love/hate relationship with music’s ability to do this.
Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it won’t ruin you
A.A Bondy- Vice Rag
Sweet, sweet whiskey
Won’t you be all mine
If you were to fill the ocean
I would drink it dry
I’ve been all about folk-country-blues lately. Figures. I leave Virginia, and this sneaks up. Any recs?
Okkervil River- No Key, No Plan
If anyone needs me, I’ll be traveling: Virginia-New York- New Jersey- Colorado (provided I don’t get caught in too many hurricanes)
Cee Lo Green: (You’re So Square) Baby I Don’t Care (Buddy Holly cover)
When I first saw Poly Styrene, she was flat, fluorescent, and unsettling, the image I assumed then to be the archetype of a teenage girl. I was ten years old and hadn’t yet made the connection that people on album covers actually existed. Then, I assumed musicians were like aliens whose essences…
Day 02: A Song that Reminds You of Your Most Recent Boyfriend/Girlfriend (skipped)
Day 03: A Song that Reminds You of One/Both of Your Parents:
Otis Redding- Sitting on the Dock of the Bay
I wanted to chose a song that reminded me of my Mom. And shit, was it hard. Finally, I decided on this one, not for any specific memory is conjures forth of my mom and I, but because by putting it on, I think of her.
Okkervil River- Lost Coastlines
And every night finds us rocking and rolling
on waves wild and wide,
well we have lost our way,
nobody’s gonna say it outright.
Just go la la la la la la la la la
We lie beneath the stars at night
Our hands gripping each other tight
You keep my secrets hope to die
Promises, swear them to the sky
The bittersweet between my teeth
Trying to find the in-betweens
Fall back in love eventually
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
These past few days have been all over the map, musically. Listening to the Dead Kennedys before a Haydn concert; singing Bruce Springsteen and Simon and Garfunkel among Austrian songs in the backyard with the neighbors, and listening to soft indie rock while biking through the Alps. So I give you a piece of it, which is not everything, but only a piece. Enjoy.
Little Lion Man- Mumford and Sons
Angus and Julia Stone- Big Jet Plane
She said “hello mister, please to meet ya”
I wanna hold her, I wanna kiss her
She smelled of daisies, smelled of daisies
She drive me crazy, drive me crazy
Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane
Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane
So this morning, two girls in my class came in early and didn’t want to go outside (no wonder, it’s been pushing 90 all week). I had my laptop out, and foolishly asked them if they wanted to listen to anything in particular. Turns out, I don’t have Lady GaGa, Rhianna, Justin Bieber, Shakira or ‘Waving Flags’ in my iTunes. After exhausting this list of options, the girls gave up and started playing music on their cell phones, while telling me, “this is Shakira”. “This is ‘Waving Flags”. All things considered, I’m not sure who walked away winning- true, my music selection is superior, but their phones cost more than I spent on food this week.
I was going to be all about going to bed early tonight. Like, before midnight. But then I downloaded the Gram Parsons discography. And did you know the Weakerthans have a new album? A LIVE album? So I’ve been listening to that, and singing along and thinking about high school and seeing them, and how even as I move away from them, I always come back.
(PS- Also downloaded all the Cramps and Doves I don’t have….Taking aaaaaaaall of my honors research off my hardrive opened up shitloads of room. Hurrah!)
Maps- When You Leave
