its sad and its sweet, and i knew it complete, when i wore a younger man's clothes
TOTALLY CROOSH record purchases made today:
peter, paul, and mary- "album 1700"
simon and garfunkel- "bridge over troubled water"
the beach boys- "made in u.s.a." 2xLP (3x including the copy of "surfin' u.s.a." that was tucked into the sleeve when i bought it)
billy joel- MOTHERFUCKING "piano man"
i am more excited about these than about pretty much any new music that has come into my hands for months (not that there has been a lot of that, anyway). i feel so lucky to have found all of these records in the same place at the same time, and at 2 for a dollar, no less! honestly though, if it came down to it, i would have emptied my account for these records.
"leaving on a jet plane" will always be one of my favorite songs in history, whether performed by peter, paul, and mary or by mr. john denver himself. i loved it as a kid, and i thank my parents for exposing me to it, and countless other songs, of course. now, i am still brought nearly to tears every time i hear the chorus. i doubt i could ever pinpoint exactly why it is so affecting, but i can't help but be entirely filled by the most joyful somberness possible every time i hear it. it's kind of a heavy experience for me sometimes... i don't think that it's a song i could listen to every day. "leaving on a jet plane" is a lot of things-
it is mixtapes for people i love and who i miss.
it is kyle and the entire bryant family, including vehicle.
it is my mom singing in the next room.
it is everything i hope my good-byes can be.
i didn't realize that i fucking love simon and garfunkel until sometime in high school. i listened to a whole lot of oldies radio in the car with my brother- the hidden gift of an '87 Chevrolet Celebrity station wagon with fake wood paneling and no tape player. later, finding a "bridge over troubled water" cassette in my parent's car was the highlight of my life. simon and garfunkel wrote beautiful songs. the "bridge over troubled water" album is a lot of things as well-
it is cold-ass car rides alone around the lake and everywhere else.
it is a reason to sometimes "forget" to bring CDs into the car, just to give an excuse to listen to "the boxer" over and over again.
it is high-school english class, "the graduate," and sarah.
it is a reason to believe that everything will always be ok.
the beach boys are amazing. um, i mean, have you fucking HEARD "god only knows"? this is all i need to say.
billy joel is a big subject to me. "piano man" is the first identifiable "favorite album" of my life. i was literally raised on that record. yes, in later years i enjoyed my "storm front" cassette, and the song "downeaster alexa" can have my life as far as i'm concerned, and yeah, even "river of dreams" was pretty damn good. but, nothing can or will ever compare to the piano man. this is-
this is long-ass car rides, made seemingly endless under the influence of youth, with the "piano man" tape repeating, played in a beat-ass walkman.
this is probably the only album mutually adored by my entire family.
this is the only reason i could ever stand being in a shitty bar for a few hours, knowing full well that i would never buy or drink anything.
this is why i love the sound of the piano.
this is why i ever listened to rock and roll music.
for now, i sleep.
tomorrow, i listen.
peter, paul, and mary- "album 1700"
simon and garfunkel- "bridge over troubled water"
the beach boys- "made in u.s.a." 2xLP (3x including the copy of "surfin' u.s.a." that was tucked into the sleeve when i bought it)
billy joel- MOTHERFUCKING "piano man"
i am more excited about these than about pretty much any new music that has come into my hands for months (not that there has been a lot of that, anyway). i feel so lucky to have found all of these records in the same place at the same time, and at 2 for a dollar, no less! honestly though, if it came down to it, i would have emptied my account for these records.
"leaving on a jet plane" will always be one of my favorite songs in history, whether performed by peter, paul, and mary or by mr. john denver himself. i loved it as a kid, and i thank my parents for exposing me to it, and countless other songs, of course. now, i am still brought nearly to tears every time i hear the chorus. i doubt i could ever pinpoint exactly why it is so affecting, but i can't help but be entirely filled by the most joyful somberness possible every time i hear it. it's kind of a heavy experience for me sometimes... i don't think that it's a song i could listen to every day. "leaving on a jet plane" is a lot of things-
it is mixtapes for people i love and who i miss.
it is kyle and the entire bryant family, including vehicle.
it is my mom singing in the next room.
it is everything i hope my good-byes can be.
i didn't realize that i fucking love simon and garfunkel until sometime in high school. i listened to a whole lot of oldies radio in the car with my brother- the hidden gift of an '87 Chevrolet Celebrity station wagon with fake wood paneling and no tape player. later, finding a "bridge over troubled water" cassette in my parent's car was the highlight of my life. simon and garfunkel wrote beautiful songs. the "bridge over troubled water" album is a lot of things as well-
it is cold-ass car rides alone around the lake and everywhere else.
it is a reason to sometimes "forget" to bring CDs into the car, just to give an excuse to listen to "the boxer" over and over again.
it is high-school english class, "the graduate," and sarah.
it is a reason to believe that everything will always be ok.
the beach boys are amazing. um, i mean, have you fucking HEARD "god only knows"? this is all i need to say.
billy joel is a big subject to me. "piano man" is the first identifiable "favorite album" of my life. i was literally raised on that record. yes, in later years i enjoyed my "storm front" cassette, and the song "downeaster alexa" can have my life as far as i'm concerned, and yeah, even "river of dreams" was pretty damn good. but, nothing can or will ever compare to the piano man. this is-
this is long-ass car rides, made seemingly endless under the influence of youth, with the "piano man" tape repeating, played in a beat-ass walkman.
this is probably the only album mutually adored by my entire family.
this is the only reason i could ever stand being in a shitty bar for a few hours, knowing full well that i would never buy or drink anything.
this is why i love the sound of the piano.
this is why i ever listened to rock and roll music.
for now, i sleep.
tomorrow, i listen.