shit, nothing makes sense
Spoilers up to season three of Veronica Mars.
I started this mix when I was 15, fresh off the sting of discovering one of my favourite television characters was a rapist and mass murderer. I had originally intended for this to be a pre-2x14 mix, that they'd still be Dick and Beaver, brothers, sort of friends, with that hint of menace, but as the mix evolved, it just kept getting darker, and what could I do but let it?
So this a mix for two deeply angry teenage boys who take their frustration with their lives out on each other and everyone around them so that everything gets so fucked up that they're pretty sure they couldn't find their ways back if they tried. Missing the status quo is a strange sensation when you spend all your time trying to change it. And caring is hard when you're so out of practice.
Beaver Casablancas remains one of my favourite television characters of all time. I think the retcon of making him Veronica's rapist so he'd be less sympathetic is one of the biggest messes the VM writers made. Awesome way of implying that molested boys end up either gay or as psychopaths!
Also, fuck you Rob Thomas, Beaver never killed Dick's puppy. Enjoy.
brothers in conflict- a casablancas brothers mix
one. for real- okkervil river
and i really miss what really did exist/ when i held your throat so tight/ and i miss the bus as it swerved from us/ almost came crashing to its side...
two. weighty ghost- wintersleep
cut the demons out of my head/ you can’t kill something that’s already dead/ just leave my soul alone...
three. brother in conflict- voxtrot
drums beat, it's just the son and the beast/ i thought you'd always be my brother in conflict, now/ i don't see, i don't see, i don't see anything/ take the car, take the cash, take the heat out of me/ every day, every day losin' my sympathy...
four. the futile- say anything
so go choke on your irony/ what do the old people teach us but how to die/ and what do your hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry?..
five. get busy living or get busy dying- fall out boy
i know this hurts, it was meant to / your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one/ and it's mind over you don't, don't, don't, don't matter...
rar!
I started this mix when I was 15, fresh off the sting of discovering one of my favourite television characters was a rapist and mass murderer. I had originally intended for this to be a pre-2x14 mix, that they'd still be Dick and Beaver, brothers, sort of friends, with that hint of menace, but as the mix evolved, it just kept getting darker, and what could I do but let it?
So this a mix for two deeply angry teenage boys who take their frustration with their lives out on each other and everyone around them so that everything gets so fucked up that they're pretty sure they couldn't find their ways back if they tried. Missing the status quo is a strange sensation when you spend all your time trying to change it. And caring is hard when you're so out of practice.
Beaver Casablancas remains one of my favourite television characters of all time. I think the retcon of making him Veronica's rapist so he'd be less sympathetic is one of the biggest messes the VM writers made. Awesome way of implying that molested boys end up either gay or as psychopaths!
Also, fuck you Rob Thomas, Beaver never killed Dick's puppy. Enjoy.
brothers in conflict- a casablancas brothers mix
one. for real- okkervil river
and i really miss what really did exist/ when i held your throat so tight/ and i miss the bus as it swerved from us/ almost came crashing to its side...
two. weighty ghost- wintersleep
cut the demons out of my head/ you can’t kill something that’s already dead/ just leave my soul alone...
three. brother in conflict- voxtrot
drums beat, it's just the son and the beast/ i thought you'd always be my brother in conflict, now/ i don't see, i don't see, i don't see anything/ take the car, take the cash, take the heat out of me/ every day, every day losin' my sympathy...
four. the futile- say anything
so go choke on your irony/ what do the old people teach us but how to die/ and what do your hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry?..
five. get busy living or get busy dying- fall out boy
i know this hurts, it was meant to / your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one/ and it's mind over you don't, don't, don't, don't matter...
rar!