Mix Tape from 1995
Going through photographs and detritus from long ago, came across a list of songs I put on a mix tape when I was 16. I don't know what this says about me, but I really still like some of these songs.
1. Tomorrow is a Long Time -- Bob Dylan
2. All I Really Want to Do -- Bob Dylan
3. Marlene on the Wall -- Suzanne Vega
4. When We Two Parted -- Afghan Whigs
5. I Tried to Leave You -- Leonard Cohen
6. Tuesday's Gone -- Lynyrd Skynyrd (I refuse to look up the proper spelling)
7. Blue Funk -- Sam Pacetti
8. Cars Hiss By My Window -- The Doors
9. I Think That I Would Die -- Hole
10. Shane -- Liz Phair
11. Head On -- The Pixies
12. It Could Be Sweet -- Portishead
13. Like a Tattoo -- Sade
14. Drown -- Smashing Pumpkins
15. Wish Fulfillment -- Sonic Youth
16. Sweet Baby James -- James Taylor
I'm really happy with the age I am. I know I often claim not to be, but all things considered it's probably the best period yet. That's kind of sad, yes, but at least I'm not in a slowly dying relationship.
Earlier I went over the year, month by month, to chronicle the best moments of the year. This was supposed to be a cheerful exercise and then got fairly depressing for the April-July stretch. I also realized that August was the best month, for reasons that don't matter anymore.
But I think -- no, really -- that the backsliding has officially come to an end after the latest, horrific post-Thanksgiving episode. That was rock bottom, or at least the closest I hope I ever come to it. So, that's something.
Despite feeling fairly lousy and suffering a brief but scary Paco escape earlier, I got my apartment whipped into a semblance of shape, and put up new curtains and basically did things I haven't been well enough to do for weeks.
Now recalcitrant Paco is sleeping against my leg and the windows are open and it's nice outside. I live about a block from the railroad tracks. It's the right distance. It's close enough that I can hear the trains, but not so close that they're disruptive. I like to half wake up in the middle of the night because I hear a train passing by. It's like waking up and realizing it's raining and going back to sleep. Or like waking up and realizing someone is next to you whom you want to be there and who usually isn't.
Otis Redding is now on the Christmas mix CD Ty made me.
Andrea seems to be fucking with me over our late-night dinner plans, and so I must kill her or scrub my kitchen down, or both.
1. Tomorrow is a Long Time -- Bob Dylan
2. All I Really Want to Do -- Bob Dylan
3. Marlene on the Wall -- Suzanne Vega
4. When We Two Parted -- Afghan Whigs
5. I Tried to Leave You -- Leonard Cohen
6. Tuesday's Gone -- Lynyrd Skynyrd (I refuse to look up the proper spelling)
7. Blue Funk -- Sam Pacetti
8. Cars Hiss By My Window -- The Doors
9. I Think That I Would Die -- Hole
10. Shane -- Liz Phair
11. Head On -- The Pixies
12. It Could Be Sweet -- Portishead
13. Like a Tattoo -- Sade
14. Drown -- Smashing Pumpkins
15. Wish Fulfillment -- Sonic Youth
16. Sweet Baby James -- James Taylor
I'm really happy with the age I am. I know I often claim not to be, but all things considered it's probably the best period yet. That's kind of sad, yes, but at least I'm not in a slowly dying relationship.
Earlier I went over the year, month by month, to chronicle the best moments of the year. This was supposed to be a cheerful exercise and then got fairly depressing for the April-July stretch. I also realized that August was the best month, for reasons that don't matter anymore.
But I think -- no, really -- that the backsliding has officially come to an end after the latest, horrific post-Thanksgiving episode. That was rock bottom, or at least the closest I hope I ever come to it. So, that's something.
Despite feeling fairly lousy and suffering a brief but scary Paco escape earlier, I got my apartment whipped into a semblance of shape, and put up new curtains and basically did things I haven't been well enough to do for weeks.
Now recalcitrant Paco is sleeping against my leg and the windows are open and it's nice outside. I live about a block from the railroad tracks. It's the right distance. It's close enough that I can hear the trains, but not so close that they're disruptive. I like to half wake up in the middle of the night because I hear a train passing by. It's like waking up and realizing it's raining and going back to sleep. Or like waking up and realizing someone is next to you whom you want to be there and who usually isn't.
Otis Redding is now on the Christmas mix CD Ty made me.
Andrea seems to be fucking with me over our late-night dinner plans, and so I must kill her or scrub my kitchen down, or both.