Excerpted from my Mibba journal.
This is indeed excerpted from my journal on Mibba. Just felt like sharing it here. Haha.
"I love The Decemberists. I love them. I love them, I love them, I love them. Los Angeles, I'm Yours is a song more beautiful and heartbreaking than sex. Okay, I guess I can't say that, seeing as how I'm so extra virgin, olive oil is jealous. But you know, that's rhetoric for you. And they had a girl drummer? Is that some kind of wonderful or what?....
So I did DOS today (for the school day, anyway)....I don't feel like I accomplished anything. I bet people are still as prejudiced as they were before, which is extremely frustrating. People have such thick heads. They're more impenetrable than...well, certain impenetrable people, for one. Well, that's beside the point here. I just find it irritating and disheartening (yes, disheartening!) like the aftertaste of coffee. Whatever. I tried. It'll look good on my resume, yes?"
But going back to The Decemberists (um, yes, I'm like, a fangirl now), they are seriously obsessed with underwear for their album Her Majesty. They mention knickers in Billy Liar; undies in LA, I'm Yours; pantaloons in The Soldiering Life; legs laid bare in The Chimbley Sweep (technically not underwear, but rather the lack thereof, which is also significant), and I haven't even finished the album yet. (On a side note, I also think these lines are worth noting: 'We begin with sticky shins, make sticky then our shoes / Shoes beget to clothes and hat until sticky's sticking too.')
From the "Ask Crutchy" (AKA Chris Funk, guitarist/multi-instrumentalist of the band) section on their official website:
"Dear Crutchy,
A friend of mine, who is not really a friend (if you know what I mean), said there is a common theme in your lyrics. The subject of trousers, knickers, pantaloons, and dungarees being down is most prevalent. Are the people you know lacking in belts, suspenders, buttons, and zippers? Do tell!
-- Natty Boh
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Dear Natty, I wouldn't say that my band, nor our peers, are necessarily lacking in anti-gravitational fashion accessories. And I cannot speak on behalf of our primary lyricist's penchant for leggings and/or the lack thereof on the bodies of his song’s subjects.
However, I will tell you that in our tour van, we all prefer to drive from city to city in "the buff" (hence our tinted van windows) and that admittedly I have a small "plumbers crack" issue which you may or may not have noticed while I set up for the big shows on stage. Come to think of it, our keyboard player has had similar issues while on stage, but I will let her tell that “tail” to you in person if she so desires.
Buy me a belt,
Crutchy"
Not reassuring, guys.