Oct 17, 2007 20:58
i have a feeling that pete yorn's music for the morning after is this fall's album. it's weird because the past two autumns, it's been new albums only: sophomore year was x & y; junior year was how to save a life (and, arguably, continuum). interspersed throughout was definitely ryan adams (at least love is hell), so i guess that sort of counts as old-ish. but this is something i've been listening to intermittently for years in my mum's car, and all of a sudden i'm blasting it every day (in MY car, no less, ahaha). there are only a couple of songs i'm not a huge fan of, and there are, predictably, the stand-out favorites that can rest happily on repeat. but the album as a whole is starting to form those irrevocable ties to my life-- the ones that mean that, in a few years, i can listen to "sleep better" and there i am again, thinking about this or saying that or feeling [insert silly emotion]. (see post about musical deja vu.)
i've found that, to cope, i either write shit out or make a fucking playlist. the art of the mix tape-- the term is used here for artistic purposes, of course, as i think i bought my last cassette tape in 1997-- is a precise art indeed. pete yorn is featured prominently in several of my most recent creations-- more incriminating evidence. also allison crowe's voice makes me want to claw my face off in envy.
i tried making it james morrison, but it was too... well, i suppose i can't try to make something fit the season. anyway, much as i love that voice-- too bouncy, too contrived. i will never be a music critic because that made about as much sense as the fact that yesterday i came home, promptly plopped on the couch with spaghetti, grapes, and mango smoothie, and proceeded to watch the hills and paint my nails.
hellooooo, late october! i've missed ya.