Filed under: Barrels of Fun, Film, Music, My Experience with Existence | Tags: Amazon, Avril Lavigne, Bright Eyes, Cherry Alley Café, Eisley, frisbee, last.fm, Little Miss Sunshine, M.I.A., Motion City Soundtrack, music, Relient K, Rilo Kiley, Saddle Creek Records, Sufjan Stevens, Switchfoot, Tegan & Sara, Tegan and Sara, The Arcade Fire, The Beatles, The Shins, Zelda's
The weather was perfect.
We rode squished in the back seat of Carol’s car to the park. Not that the park is not within walking distance. Just, it would be convenient to bring Carol’s car and have a ride. You know. We played frisbee. By the time we were all panting from trying to catch and throw with a perfect wrist snap, every last one of us was thirsty. And there were seven of us.
Zelda’s was right there, but Katie pointed out that Zelda’s also has new employees “every day.” This is actually true. Plus, Zelda’s is inferior to Cherry Alley. It’s simple. We walked the extra blocks to the clearly superior café, and those of us without money ordered cups of water. For some reason, don’t ask me why, I always feel guilty when I order water from a café or restaurant, especially if I’m not ordering anything else. I should just wear a sign around my neck whenever I plan on eating somewhere. “Hi, I’m a cheap bastard.” But I really do love Cherry Alley. I really do spend most of my time and money there. And they really do play superior music. They are superior.
We sweated it out at a table meant for four, and trekked back to the park for more frisbee. Aulden went home and we continued to play frisbee. Paige and Tim left, and we played more frisbee. And then Carol drove the remaining three of us home.
The rest of the evening was humble. I worked out for a fairly long time. I watched television, made pasta, and here I am. Simple.
Here is one thing that bothers me.
I constantly tell you that I listened to Bright Eyes because Erika urged me. I will remember that day for the rest of my life. The first album I listened to. The first song, even. The sun in my room. That red plastic swivel chair from Ikea. It was a profound experience that allowed me to branch out my musical tastes. It started with other artists on Saddle Creek. Then I used Amazon as my tool to new artists. I found the Arcade Fire there and fell in love from the first time I listened to “Neighborhood #1.” And when I say love, I mean love. Erika gave me the hint about Rilo Kiley with the Saddle Creek 50 album, and I remember becoming addicted. I added the two Rilo Kiley songs, “With Arms Outstretched” and “Jenny You’re Barely Alive,” to my poserpod. And I was in the car with my mother on a sunny afternoon. We were on our way back home from the Food Lion in Goochland. I listened to those two songs in succession, and it made the afternoon seem infinite. There is no better way to describe something epic. Infinite.
Jared and Jordan noticed that I have a story about every song or artist or album I have ever been intimately connected with. I even have stories about Motion City Soundtrack and Relient K and Switchfoot. Avril Lavigne. Yes, I loved them. I don’t anymore, but whenever I find people who like them, I just think…there’s hope in this world. They might branch out like I did. Maybe they will have a friend with the decency to introduce them to Bright Eyes. That friend will give them the right album, and they will listen to the right song first. Maybe.
So you get it now. I’m in love with music.
I’ve offered a million times to make Rachael a mix CD. She hears my music loud and clear in the house every day. My experiments. New songs. I told her years ago to borrow my Sufjan Stevens albums and become acquainted. She would like them. “Chicago” is pretty mainstream, especially because of Little Miss Sunshine. Of course, she doesn’t listen. But then she gets a whole slew of new friends who are casual listeners. And she gets an iPod. And she wants to fit in. So she abuses the privilege. And now what do I hear pouring out of her iPod? Two Sufjan Stevens songs. One M.I.A. song. Three Shins songs. ONE Arcade Fire song. Two Eisley songs. Maybe five Beatles songs tops. Oh, and you can’t forget Tegan and Sara because she has three of their songs.
It’s okay that she listens to good music now. In fact, it’s great. But if it’s so casual that she won’t explore any songs that aren’t “popular,” ones that her friends won’t listen to by chance–so casual that she won’t be compelled to look into the artists and similar artists and other songs and new genres–what’s the point?! It defeats the entire purpose of enjoying music and thinking for your goddamn self. In fact, her friends get their music from boys. Boys who get their music from probably skate videos and good movies. So even her friends who encourage her to branch out a little aren’t original. It’s all passed down. But don’t you think it would be fun to be the trendsetter for a change?
And granted, I find my music with the help of lovely blogs and lovely friends and movies and such. But that doesn’t mean I don’t branch out on my own sometimes using the resources I’m given like Amazon and Last.fm. I guess we all have to piggyback a little, but when someone doesn’t appreciate what they’re given or takes it for granted or turns her nose up at it until it is popular, I get extremely pissed.
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