For juxtaposition, cue epic soundtrack
Tonight, two things:
1. I went snowboarding today. It's been almost two years, and I was half-thinking about giving it up for a while. Kind of related, it's a little difficult to be too concerned about global warming when this has been the coldest winter I can remember. But I put on my wind-chill bomb suit and hit it, dude, swoosh swoosh all net. Wore myself out on a few blacks and got jacked on granola, what. So that's good, and it gets me thinking that I should maybe re-visit some of the things I used to take too seriously, like snowboarding, guitar, final fantasy (i didn't say that, and it's not like I'm casually playing through XII right now or anything...), Grand's biscuits...
uh,
2. I watched Lost in Translation with my mom for the first time since before I went to Japan, and it has me feeling really sad. Not for the whole post-partum depression thing so much (but some), but I just miss that disconnect -- wanting so much to connect with someone, or something, somewhere, and not finding it until it's not expected anymore. I guess that's a bit of a contradictory statement, wanting to get lost while finding someone/thing, but it seems the two should be able to coincide just once, for me, greedy me. How funny, the people I met and didn't meet, simultaneously.
Related,
Alpha Morning Kyoto would play the "song of of the month" at the same time every morning, which was usually somewhere between bites of bland egg, sesameed vegetables, and Kotaro biting at Chie's Wallace & Gromit apron. November's song of the month was "No Promises" by who I assume was a washed-up or otherwise unsuccessful American R&B singer.. "Hey baby when we are together... doin things ... that we love.."
What is... no promise?
So, assuming each song of the month was taken from America's cultural bargain bin, I thought the song of December, Peter Bjorn & John's "Young Folks," was a fantastic find, and I just wanted it to be mine. It got stuck in my head every morning as I walked an hour (both ways! uphill!) to school, and it was such a strange time in my life, too -- leaving, soon, an experience whose appeal I couldn't altogether explain. I just want the explanations not to matter anymore, and I've wanted that for so long. I want to think I'm making progress, but who knows.
Anyway, turns out that "Young Folks" has been a bit of the hipster anthem of late, and that makes me kind of sad, too. It was the music for something that was very internal and bi-lingual for me, so I guess here I go and add it as the last track to the on-going soundtrack of my life without any further explanation:
This has been a good mental reset in the mountains, I think, but I should have had less to drink tonight. But no, Lost in Translation is a sad and hilarious movie, and I'm sure this would have happened the next time I watched it anyway..
juxtaposition hurts.
1. I went snowboarding today. It's been almost two years, and I was half-thinking about giving it up for a while. Kind of related, it's a little difficult to be too concerned about global warming when this has been the coldest winter I can remember. But I put on my wind-chill bomb suit and hit it, dude, swoosh swoosh all net. Wore myself out on a few blacks and got jacked on granola, what. So that's good, and it gets me thinking that I should maybe re-visit some of the things I used to take too seriously, like snowboarding, guitar, final fantasy (i didn't say that, and it's not like I'm casually playing through XII right now or anything...), Grand's biscuits...
uh,
2. I watched Lost in Translation with my mom for the first time since before I went to Japan, and it has me feeling really sad. Not for the whole post-partum depression thing so much (but some), but I just miss that disconnect -- wanting so much to connect with someone, or something, somewhere, and not finding it until it's not expected anymore. I guess that's a bit of a contradictory statement, wanting to get lost while finding someone/thing, but it seems the two should be able to coincide just once, for me, greedy me. How funny, the people I met and didn't meet, simultaneously.
Related,
Alpha Morning Kyoto would play the "song of of the month" at the same time every morning, which was usually somewhere between bites of bland egg, sesameed vegetables, and Kotaro biting at Chie's Wallace & Gromit apron. November's song of the month was "No Promises" by who I assume was a washed-up or otherwise unsuccessful American R&B singer.. "Hey baby when we are together... doin things ... that we love.."
What is... no promise?
So, assuming each song of the month was taken from America's cultural bargain bin, I thought the song of December, Peter Bjorn & John's "Young Folks," was a fantastic find, and I just wanted it to be mine. It got stuck in my head every morning as I walked an hour (both ways! uphill!) to school, and it was such a strange time in my life, too -- leaving, soon, an experience whose appeal I couldn't altogether explain. I just want the explanations not to matter anymore, and I've wanted that for so long. I want to think I'm making progress, but who knows.
Anyway, turns out that "Young Folks" has been a bit of the hipster anthem of late, and that makes me kind of sad, too. It was the music for something that was very internal and bi-lingual for me, so I guess here I go and add it as the last track to the on-going soundtrack of my life without any further explanation:
This has been a good mental reset in the mountains, I think, but I should have had less to drink tonight. But no, Lost in Translation is a sad and hilarious movie, and I'm sure this would have happened the next time I watched it anyway..
juxtaposition hurts.