So maybe I lied a bit...
Listening to too much Tori Amos is probably not a healthy thing to do - at all. But here I am - two days in on an Amos binge and I'm having trouble stopping. I am obsessed by this one line in her song 'Caught A Lite Sneeze'. I am fairly certain it was appropriated from a Nine Inch Nails album but those two are friends or is it her and Neil Gaimen who are friends?
I'll just assume the three of them hang out and like have a conversation that is so awesome that just hearing it would make my brain implode.
Anyway the line - I made my own pretty hate machine. I don't know why I love it. I don't. I asked my brother what he thought it was about and he started on about making a weapon - a magical one - but he plays Dungeons and Dragons so that might explain it. I see it as purely molding yourself or another person into that. Which immediately flashes me onto Lady Havisham of Great Expectations. There is nothing like connected songs written in the past decade to something written over a century ago.
I made my own pretty hate machine. It makes my heart ache like something very tragic is going to happen - like something has happened and I can't realise its magnitude just yet.
Though I've had this ache for the past day and that's what happens when I read essays about the dynamics between a...I am almost ashamed to write this because it will expose the level of geekiness that I do dwell in. Batman and Robin 1, Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson, are two people who are so fucked up and co-dependent and yet unable to depend on eachother really that its heartbreaking to watch two people who so desperately need eachother and yet can't get what they need from one another. Reading essays on it from psych grad students is also a beyond stupid thing to do because they point out exactly why its beyond depressing.
To explain this for just a brief moment because I feel like there would be a lot of eyerolling otherwise (and also I'm far too invested into fictional characters than real people -yes I know). There is a man that fluctuates between being Batman, saviour and dark knight of Gotham to an 8 year old boy who has no parents and just wants a friend. He took in Dick Grayson because he saw in him the same boy he once was. He saw someone who could revel in his night with him. And then Dick got his closure because they caught Zucco. And then he wasn't going to be the same as batman and he tried to become a bit more of his own man and Batman saw that has a betrayal and treated him as a sidekick instead of a partner which made them both unhappy and then Batman fired Dick because he didn't want him getting hurt but couldn't tell him this because Batman can't fucking communicate about things like emotion
And then Dick became Nightwing and went away and was brought back after some traumatic events in his life where the entire life he'd spend a years building collapsed around him, one thing at a time. So he went back to Gotham injured and this seemed like a good time for them to patch this shit up but they can't communicate and then Batman had to go fucking die - maybe. And Grayson was left picking up the cowl and men are stupid. Manly, traumatised men are stupid.
So there you have it. The geek part of me is sad - really sad and so the music geek in me is finding suitable music for it and it has picked Tori Amos who I am not sure really is all that sad but does sometimes make my heart clench.
ooh and now teh yeah yeah yeahs tickets are on sale and I must go buys some.
update: I have two. So exciting!
I'll just assume the three of them hang out and like have a conversation that is so awesome that just hearing it would make my brain implode.
Anyway the line - I made my own pretty hate machine. I don't know why I love it. I don't. I asked my brother what he thought it was about and he started on about making a weapon - a magical one - but he plays Dungeons and Dragons so that might explain it. I see it as purely molding yourself or another person into that. Which immediately flashes me onto Lady Havisham of Great Expectations. There is nothing like connected songs written in the past decade to something written over a century ago.
I made my own pretty hate machine. It makes my heart ache like something very tragic is going to happen - like something has happened and I can't realise its magnitude just yet.
Though I've had this ache for the past day and that's what happens when I read essays about the dynamics between a...I am almost ashamed to write this because it will expose the level of geekiness that I do dwell in. Batman and Robin 1, Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson, are two people who are so fucked up and co-dependent and yet unable to depend on eachother really that its heartbreaking to watch two people who so desperately need eachother and yet can't get what they need from one another. Reading essays on it from psych grad students is also a beyond stupid thing to do because they point out exactly why its beyond depressing.
To explain this for just a brief moment because I feel like there would be a lot of eyerolling otherwise (and also I'm far too invested into fictional characters than real people -yes I know). There is a man that fluctuates between being Batman, saviour and dark knight of Gotham to an 8 year old boy who has no parents and just wants a friend. He took in Dick Grayson because he saw in him the same boy he once was. He saw someone who could revel in his night with him. And then Dick got his closure because they caught Zucco. And then he wasn't going to be the same as batman and he tried to become a bit more of his own man and Batman saw that has a betrayal and treated him as a sidekick instead of a partner which made them both unhappy and then Batman fired Dick because he didn't want him getting hurt but couldn't tell him this because Batman can't fucking communicate about things like emotion
And then Dick became Nightwing and went away and was brought back after some traumatic events in his life where the entire life he'd spend a years building collapsed around him, one thing at a time. So he went back to Gotham injured and this seemed like a good time for them to patch this shit up but they can't communicate and then Batman had to go fucking die - maybe. And Grayson was left picking up the cowl and men are stupid. Manly, traumatised men are stupid.
So there you have it. The geek part of me is sad - really sad and so the music geek in me is finding suitable music for it and it has picked Tori Amos who I am not sure really is all that sad but does sometimes make my heart clench.
ooh and now teh yeah yeah yeahs tickets are on sale and I must go buys some.
update: I have two. So exciting!