Albums You Listened To In Your Teens - Forgot About - Then Realised Were Better Than You Remembered
I was rifling through my old CD-Rs - various compilations made by friends or myself and burned copies of Lou Reed, The Smiths etc - when I found The Moldy Peaches by The Moldy Peaches and thought I'd stick it on simply because I hadn't listened to it in a while.
It was one of those quiet, laid-back evenings; Red and I were just hanging out and I might have been playing with my origami set. As it played, I realised the last time I'd actually listened to it all the way through was a couple of years back when I was on a ferry between islands in Greece. It didn't do much for me at the time but I made a copy anyway - something to do with my anorak approach to music. This time though, with a fresh set of ears, it sounded great.
As much as love the cross-eyed rock-band numbers, the acoustic ones are my favourites: songs like 'Lucky Number 9', 'Jorge Regula', 'The Ballad of Helen Keller...' and 'Lazy Confessions' have the right feet-shuffling tempo and bleary-eyed blissout feel to them for a hungover Saturday morning (like today). It could be I'm just being duped by my own yearning for amateurish, adventurous teenage times - but music serves all sorts of purposes and I'm fine with that.
I've heard in passing some of Kimya Dawsons' and Adam Green's solo stuff but I've never felt compelled to explore it further. From what I've heard of both, I miss Dawson's sentimental foil to Green's mischievous humour, and vice versa. As The Moldy Peaches, the pair of them swapped roles and could indulge in their styles for a time without it getting cloying - maybe with the exception of 'LIttle Bunny Foo Foo'. I can't wait for summer when it gets brighter and warmer. It's the kind of thing I could stroll around in the park to.