when did a million dollars become cool?
I am listening to Sinead O'Connor right now and it is SO FUCKING GOOD. I never realized that she starts with the fucking SERENITY PRAYER at the beginning of this album, I guess because I never knew what the serenity prayer officially was. Now that I do, and now that I do, I find it quite amusing that this is the album that occurred to me to play on this summer afternoon in Memphis, Tennessee. I think my music crisis may have passed. The fact that I am being forced to periodically get up from this computer screen to dance is a good sign. Until recently, recently like day before yesterday recently, I was having a hard time listening to anything. It all sounded a little bit like noise, when it occurred to me to try to listen, and I guess at the crux of it was that I have been preferring silence. Except, around here silence is never silence -- at work there is the punctuated drumming of fingertips on keyboards, a cough; at home there are all the machines humming in their respective corners, ensuring my air is *just right.*
So, thanks Sinead, for making such a beautiful album. It's good way before you even get to track six. Thanks for making an album that every time I listen to it, there is a new association to be made so that every time I hear a song, I have a story to tell, a memory to lose myself in. With respect to the breaking of this musical crisis, I also give credit the National's Alligator. It made me melt, twice! I am not a huge fan of posting lyrics, but check out this part:
Didn't anybody tell you how to gracefully disappear in a room
I know you put in the hours to keep me in sunglasses, I know
/And so and now I'm sorry I missed you
I had a secret meeting in the basement of my brain
And that is the motherfucking first song! Incidentally I also love how the band is called the National, but their web site is www.americanmary.com. WTF is that?
So. God bless you music and Sinead and those guys from Brooklyn, the one in particular, god bless the motherfucking serenity prayer and last but never least, god bless dancing, y'all!
self-portrait numero uno: (phone camera photos)
bruise #2 (it is actually greener in real life. also, that is a shaggy purple bath mat on the floor. it looks kind of gross in this picture but it's new-ish. i didn't know it was going to be so shaggy when i ordered it online...):
xo
So, thanks Sinead, for making such a beautiful album. It's good way before you even get to track six. Thanks for making an album that every time I listen to it, there is a new association to be made so that every time I hear a song, I have a story to tell, a memory to lose myself in. With respect to the breaking of this musical crisis, I also give credit the National's Alligator. It made me melt, twice! I am not a huge fan of posting lyrics, but check out this part:
Didn't anybody tell you how to gracefully disappear in a room
I know you put in the hours to keep me in sunglasses, I know
/And so and now I'm sorry I missed you
I had a secret meeting in the basement of my brain
And that is the motherfucking first song! Incidentally I also love how the band is called the National, but their web site is www.americanmary.com. WTF is that?
So. God bless you music and Sinead and those guys from Brooklyn, the one in particular, god bless the motherfucking serenity prayer and last but never least, god bless dancing, y'all!
self-portrait numero uno: (phone camera photos)
bruise #2 (it is actually greener in real life. also, that is a shaggy purple bath mat on the floor. it looks kind of gross in this picture but it's new-ish. i didn't know it was going to be so shaggy when i ordered it online...):
xo