lover i don't have to all is full of love
You know what would be really interesting? A plugin for your music player, or an app or script or something, that tracked your music listening habits for say, an hour or so, and then Burroughs'd up the lyrics of all the songs you listened to, creating this pastiche-poem of the media that reflected your mood after you got fired or dumped or severely injured. Most of the time it would probably be nonsensical, but every once in a while there'd be that gem, that amazing moment where everything synced up and validated that yes, this was how you felt for that moment. Kind of like life.
It's kind of depressing when you realize you can seriously identify with Bright Eyes.
So I've finally jumped on the Of Montreal bandwagon; at this point I'll be toting Animal Collective's banner before the end of spring. My music has been in this state of flux lately, which it always is around this time. Winter, by default, is chipper electropop season, so as to create a bulwark against my low-level seasonal affective disorder, but now that it's not, well, February, I don't feel the urge to grasp at every straw in the universe to prevent myself from imploding. So, I guess now was the right time for the new Portishead to leak...
Speaking of music, I was in a bar yesterday- shut up- and god, I enjoyed myself more than I have alone in a long while. I was surrounded by senior citizens and smoke, Frank Sinatra was on the jukebox and I was just really content. I went outside, looked at the sky, put on The Divine Comedy's "Snowball in Negative" and just started misting up because i was, if only for a moment, living la belle vie. I think that kind of ties together with the last sentence of my first paragraph.
I'm inbetween obligations right now. Lately it kind of seems that I'm constantly that way; I'm not saying I don't have fun with these obligations, but honestly I kind of miss the days where I would wake up at two and do whatever I wanted. Oh well, no rest for the wicked.
It's kind of depressing when you realize you can seriously identify with Bright Eyes.
So I've finally jumped on the Of Montreal bandwagon; at this point I'll be toting Animal Collective's banner before the end of spring. My music has been in this state of flux lately, which it always is around this time. Winter, by default, is chipper electropop season, so as to create a bulwark against my low-level seasonal affective disorder, but now that it's not, well, February, I don't feel the urge to grasp at every straw in the universe to prevent myself from imploding. So, I guess now was the right time for the new Portishead to leak...
Speaking of music, I was in a bar yesterday- shut up- and god, I enjoyed myself more than I have alone in a long while. I was surrounded by senior citizens and smoke, Frank Sinatra was on the jukebox and I was just really content. I went outside, looked at the sky, put on The Divine Comedy's "Snowball in Negative" and just started misting up because i was, if only for a moment, living la belle vie. I think that kind of ties together with the last sentence of my first paragraph.
I'm inbetween obligations right now. Lately it kind of seems that I'm constantly that way; I'm not saying I don't have fun with these obligations, but honestly I kind of miss the days where I would wake up at two and do whatever I wanted. Oh well, no rest for the wicked.