I haven't been writing. I haven't been living lately. You'd hope in my extended absence from blogging that I'd been noveling. Nope. Contrary. Nothing. I'm having my first drink since August 27th. I'm having my first mini-breakdown since the last one. I've been working. Work. work. work. Heigh ho. It's been an odd year. I miss schooling. I miss walking in the cold with headphones on. An introverted extrovert as one of my good friends once said. You catch me with my headphones off, and I'm outspoken. Sometimes too much so. I've improved. I'm improving. I wish I was moving. I wish I was something. Something else. Someone else, maybe. No, I like me. Then again, I hate me. I fancy the me that I've fashioned myself to be. I dislike the me that I can't shake. I'm still the awkward, unwanted kid that loves music more than he loves most people. There's no reason to post this paragraph. It hasn't any artistic merit. It doesn't gain me credibility or even venting. It's preamble. It's tossed over conversation. It's delectables, chewed and swallowed. In frustration of my lack of posting, here are snippets of what may come to be. These are ideas for future use. Sure, I have them saved for personal reference, and most of which are comments of some sort to America. Ahem, Ashley Darner, a fellow writer/failure. She won't hate me that I typed that. Or, will she? Or, will I?
Musically, I love the new Walkmen album among other albums such as Chad VanGaalen's Soft Airplane, The Replacements' Let It Be, Videotape's My Favourite Thing, of Montreal's Skeletal Lamping, Megapuss' Surfing and the Soft Boys' Underwater Moonlight. Those are a few I've been enjoying lately that are either new releases or fairly new discoveries to me. of Montreal's is a festival smorgasboard of psych-pop nuggets of joy. Chad VanGaalen will find you and he'll kill you with one of the best albums of 2008. Sorry TV on the Radio, but you've been overtaken since we last checked on you in 2006. You've been overtaken by artists ending in 'EN' such as VanGaalen, WOMEN and the Walkmen. Back then, in '06, you were top of the heap. Now, you're a few good songs from being a heap of disappointment. Am I just penning album review taglines here? Humph.
Well, I need a joke. You need a joke.
The first comical musical insight to Danny came when I was describing the root of the of Montreal album title, Skeletal Lamping: 'lamping' is where you illuminate a wooded area to kill every animal within it. After my description, Danny and I were laughing (unnecessarily). Why were we laughing about 'lamping'? Well, only we could remark on something so inhumane and somehow think it's funny.
I'll give you a live Walkmen video, before I give you another laugh, if you're even laughing at all.
From Crackle:
Of the new Walkmen album, Danny remarked to me:
"I've been so excited about You & Me lately."
This just isn't something you expect your friend to say, although I will contest that You & Me is the best aural pleasure I've received in awhile.
Enough.
Here's that stuff:
Oh, you.
You. You. You. You.
What will we ever do with you?
Well, we just won't tell you.
We'll throw you aside,
stock markets collide,
old men conspire to collect cash from barbed wire and dangle their hopes from their knees like loose skin.
And the time is nigh,
black horses neigh, they've been hoofing and huffing around the farmland all day and night, sleeping on their sides, nowhere to hide from the angry impotent men raring to ride, kicking and yeehawing all the way to the banks failing.
And it's black outside.
Tropical depression just hit,
moonlight and no electric,
just candlelit dinners
and poetry readings around fires,
and,
coming this Christmas:
the Avalanche of Financial Debt.
I bet you'd love to be America right now. I bet you'd love to be anywhere right now. I bet you'd love to be here with me, sitting Indian-style, in the dark, with our cellular phones as light, just two cowboys in the American night, chewing tobacco and singing political folk songs.
Yeehaw.
Then, this:
where you've been is only a fraction of its weight in copper. it's one quarter of a penny on every dollar, and it won't turn around and wink either. it's neither here nor there, but i've seen you everywhere, turning up in my dreams like you're some sort of goddamned golden pharaoh. you kiss me hello, and i wave goodbye to every nickle on the dime that i've invested. and you're undressing as the banks go bankrupt and the skies erupt with golden opportunities in worlds unexplored. i call dibs on the first neighborhood on mars, cursing the gravity-defying kids next door and moonwalk mowing my yard. it might be cheesy, but i smile because i'm home. and if distance equals providence, then count me in in only a fraction of the cost of shipping myself to other galaxies. sure, it might be weightless/timeless in an atmosphere with eternal blackness, but without an economy, life's a windless breeze.
if you need me, i'm only one small hop, skip and lightyear away.
And, finally, a bulletin revealing the real me:
This isn’t what you wanted: it’s not haunted, it’s inviting.
Four movies I can watch over and over and over and over:
.nothing comes to mind,
mind becomes nothing,
bearing in mind,
these are the films of our lives,
these are those we remember most,
more than our exes,
less than our debts.
Four CDs I cannot live without:
.radiohead- kid a
.brian eno- ambient 4: on land
.yo la tengo- i can hear the heart beating as one
.the magnetic fields- 69 love songs
Four places I have lived:
.washingtonville, ohio
.ohio.
.endless ohio.
.in the ears of a camel spitting his way to the moon, and humping his way back.
Four TV shows I love to watch:
.the office.
.extras
.seinfeld
.daily show/colbert report
Four places I have been on vacation:
.colorado
.north carolina
.mountains of pennsylvania
.castles of transylvania.
Four websites I visit daily:
.last.fm
.myspace.com
.pitchforkmedia.com
.what.cd
(the word of the day is music, music, music, children, listen and learn. then, unlearn what you knew, and unscrew what you once thought was fixed)
Four of my favourite foods:
.milkshakes
.women on unicycles
.snowballs
.acid rain on the rocks
Four places I would rather be right now:
.your house
.my house
.our house
.in the middle of my mind
Four people I choose to tag:
.tom waits
.jack kerouac
.jonathan swift
.the homeless in DC, the dying on TV, the desperate on top of the world- a balance act without a level head.
[tag; you're it].
Post-Script: Hope you enjoyed my fall mix as much as I did. It's below this post. It was posted weeks ago. I've been on hiatus. And, not a good one.
Post-Sub-Script: As you go to vote, remember, Journeys would like you to 'Vote for Shoes'. If shoes do not appear on your ballet, then tap-dance your way to the front of the line, and request a recount like when we bulk count shoes to see how many have been stolen in the past month. Oh, good, zero. Phew. You could always write-in Shoes as a presidential alternate. You know, for kicks. Sheez. Sometimes I hate myself. Thankfully, after writing this, this is not one of those times.
Don't hate me for the very same reason; hate me for committing treason.
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