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I think this one is easier on the ears.
1. Sea Legs | The Shins
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The beginning to this song, before any melody or lyrics, sort of reminds me of something Switchfoot would do, and I loved Switchfoot when I was maybe fourteen. I have since moved on, but you could say that I am comforted by familiar things. Everyone is. In addition to reminding me of Switchfoot, the Shins will always remind me of some scene from Garden State, even if only two of their songs were in the movie. “Sea Legs” is a darker Shins piece, but it’s not unpleasant. In its boldness, it is pleasant. It is assertive. It is an evening piece. The evening is my favourite time of day. That’s why I put this on my March mix, because it’s starting to get warmer, it’s spring, and the evenings are beginning to grow more and more enjoyable.
2. Unforgettable Season | Cut Copy
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Sometimes, when I have a clear head, blank slate, and I don’t already have a song in mind, I’ll allow my iPod to shuffle around songs that I don’t listen to very often. That’s how I grew to like “Unforgettable Season.” The reason I allowed myself to listen instead of switching the song is that it’s encouraging and atmospheric, like most summer songs. It’s not summer, but it’s close enough.
3. Can’t Stop Now | Keane
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As I said before, familiarity is comforting. Keane is familiar. Also, Keane and piano rock in general both give me this weird romantic-comedy feelings. It’s probably because Keane always has this pained, broken-hearted sound that captures the feeling that someone is lonely and trying very hard to be happy in order to get over something dreadful. I’m not going to lie (and really, why would I lie), I love that sound and I love that feeling. Emotion keeps my heart running.
4. Take Me Anywhere | Tegan & Sara
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I think Tegan & Sara’s short songs are the best ones because they pack the most feeling into the smallest packages. For example, listen to “Soil, Soil.” That’s one of my favourites. Also, the short ones tend to be the catchier ones.
5. Jedi | melpo mene
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I have a newfound love for Star Wars. And I have a relatively newfound love for the style of elevator music that Melpo Mene produces. But my love for gentle, delicate voices is not newfound. It may be because of “I Adore You” or maybe because of the all-around sound that their albums produce, but I find that Melpo Mene is the epitome of a cloud-band. Also, for some reason, maybe because his voice is just so delicate and his songs just so tender, Erik Mattiasson somehow reminds me of a Swedish version of Gael García Bernal’s character in The Science of Sleep, which is endearing. It makes me want to tuck him in and make him breakfast.
6. Pagan Angel And A Borrowed Car | Iron & Wine
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Ali pointed out to me that Sam Beam looks like Jesus. I already somehow realized this, but having her point it out so bluntly is only a little bit of a setback, because I generally love hairy people. I really don’t care that he has taken up the typically unattractive Christ-look because of his delicate, smooth, and intimate voice, which is revealing but still manages to retain a great amount of dignity. I love Sam Beam’s work.
7. Let It Fall | Lykke Li
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I uploaded this song only a few days ago, but here! I’m giving you another chance to introduce yourself to Lykke Li! Every time I listen to this song, I want to hopskotch, jumprope, draw with chalk, and play outdoors kids’ games. Do not ask why. Probably because of the sing-songness, syncopation, and “so happy-ee-ee-ee!” Maybe I’ll make a mix of new childhood nostalgia songs for the summer.
8. Soul Meets Body | Death Cab For Cutie
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I also uploaded this song recently, but I don’t think I ever explained just why. I went on a bike-trip for dinner to Carytown with Virginia and Bryan, neither of whom have websites that I can link to. We ate dinner at Nacho Mama’s and then left to gather up our bikes and as we drove past Nacho Mama’s again, we heard this song emanating from the outdoor speakers. When I hear a song that I already love playing in a public place, I will be hooked on it for a while. This one’s for the good biking weather!
9. Coat Check Dream Song | Bright Eyes
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Cassadaga wasn’t as awesome as Conor Oberst’s older material. We all know that. The warbly voice was gone, the drugs were absent. There were, however, some winners, such as this one, which features some woman as a guest–who is it? Is there more than one woman? Is one of those women Maria Taylor? I think that the woman in this song really makes it.
10. Dance Dance Dance | Lykke Li
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I searched Lykke Li on Youtube. I found this video. A dancer all alone. This song could make you feel so alone in a crowd. The percussion. Her lonely voice. The lonely lyrics. I became ecstatic and fell in love with the song. What I love is that there is not really any buildup and it never becomes a huge fanfare, though it gradually becomes a little more lively, a little more happy until there is a chorus of women and maybe one man. Also, it’s probably the only song in the world written and performed by a self-proclaimed shy person. I love that.
11. Wedding March | Erin Tobey
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I don’t like the idea of marriage, but I love the idea of a female acoustic artist. In fact, I love the idea of acoustic artists in general. Or acoustic artists that are purely instrumental. Or purely instrumental artists. Lyrics sometimes get in the way. That doesn’t happen with Erin Tobey. Erin Tobey’s voice is so gentle, anyway, that it just combines with the guitar and absolutely floats as it ascends to meet Melpo Mene in the clouds. Listen to the lyrics, though. They are how I feel.
12. Avignon | Pinback
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This was my first taste of Pinback years ago. So when I was asked by Ke at the beginning of last semester if I had ever heard of Pinback, yes, I had, but I didn’t know it until I checked out my Last.fm charts from forever ago. My first taste of Pinback was via Last.fm and I was probably sixteen. I must add here that it was a faster verion and that I officially love songs with pet names. In this case, they’re sad pet names. In other cases, you get pet names like Baby Girl, which is basically my cat’s name. Babygirl. Babyqirl.
Avignon (Full Band Version) | Pinback
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This is the faster version.
13. Hanging High | Lykke Li
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Supposing I have children, I want them to grow up listening to this serene tune. That’s the first thing I thought when I first heard these bittersweet sounds. She has a delicate but distinct voice, so sweet and dignified, so bold, and so young. She’s so young. It all shows here.
14. Effigy | Andrew Bird
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You can tell that Andrew Bird definitely loops the beginning, which is a magical procedure to witness live. He has to be so precise! Anyway, I heard this one at Cherry Alley, which was another case of falling in love with a song I know and then hear in a public place. I recognized Andrew Bird’s distinct voice immediately and felt calm. As far as I’ve noticed, he rarely uses guests, but when he does, they’re incredible females. Ali put it so simply: It’s such a beautiful song. Even if it’s about death. Well really, those can be the most beautiful because they’re loneliest.
15. House By The Sea | Iron & Wine
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I feel that I need to show you a picture of Sam Beam’s Jesus-ness in order for you to understand.
Not Sam Beam. Actually Jesus.
The reason I love this song so much is that it talks about two jealous sisters waiting in a house, basically just prepping, doing nothing, waiting for something terrible. I picture an abandoned house where my sister is making angels in the dust on the wooden floors and I am walking around, loving her, trying to take care of her, trying to change the locks on the door, trying to keep her safe even though we can’t be safe anywhere and we will have to leave soon. There is a lot of imagery, and it reminds me of myself and my sister, Rachael. Or what we could be if we were terrible people who had to get along because we had nobody else. Also, I love raspberries. And I love the way Sam Beam sings about raspberry leaves. And I love the guitar riffs. This is currently my favourite Iron & Wine song.
16. Underground | Sentinel
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Even if the guitar parts make little sense to me, it’s my favourite part. I like this song because it has potential. It succeeds in being atmospheric and a definite travelling song, which is all I really ask of it. My favourite part is either the beginning or the last ~30 seconds. If you like it, then I advise that you check out “Avalanche” by Sentinel.
17. 2 O’Clock | Kaki King
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Kaki King is playing a childish game with us. Her voice is like Erin Tobey’s in that it floats up in the clouds. I’m guessing that this song is about someone who is taking care of a very injured person who doesn’t love her. the pain is the reason I love this song. And the sing-songness she uses when she gets to the built-up part. I generally love Kaki King’s ability to capture any melancholy emotion, though. In a sense, it’s a shame she doesn’t sing more, since her voice is tinged with pleasantness, but then, I’d be afraid that her voice or lyrics would get in the way of her music, which would be unfortunate. Also, you need to listen to Kaki King’s retaliation at the end of the track. Don’t stop when she stops singing. Keep going.
18. Out On The Weekend | Neil Young
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Listening to the original really stresses just how well Conor Oberst/Bright Eyes can cover Neil Young. Or how much Neil Young influenced Bright Eyes. I wish I had good taste when I was younger. Don’t fret that it’s a really quiet track, either; my dad converted all of his records into mp3 format and that’s why. “She’s so fine/She’s in my mind/I hear her callin'” Yeah. Favourite part in any version.
19. Resurrection Fern | Iron & Wine
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My attention was called to this piece because it was on a mix that someone close to Jaimie had made for her. It shows how close. Whenever I hear, “Like stubborn boys across the road we’ll keep everything,” I think of Charles, Coleton, Phelan, Travis, and Torey and how close we were the summer of 2007 on North 11th Street under Charles’ tree. Every day! Every night! Circle Meetings! We were a family, along with my real family, Rachael, Alexa, and Shannon. I loved them all. I still love them all. I miss being lonely, underage, and terribly sad. I think that it’s harder to be lonely and of age. I really do.
Filed under: My Experience with Existence | Tags: Cherry Alley Café, Coffee, Lewisburg, Starbucks
I dislike Starbucks. I dislike it because it pushes small, quality, family-owned coffee shops out of business by offering lower-quality, overpriced, character-less products that are rarely vegan that are convenient, that I really don’t want to buy. To me, Starbucks always feels like an assembly line. Some people would refer to this as a “slaughterhouse” feeling. Any way you put it, I dislike it. So I refuse to buy things there.
I’m a die-hard for Cherry Alley Café in Lewisburg, Pennsylvania. Because even if I don’t live there, and even if they don’t play my sorts of music all the time whenever I do manage to get there, that’s one homelike place. This homelike, no-pressure atmosphere makes me want to buy things there. Plus, they’re very vegan-friendly and they sell quality products for cheap. Oh, did I mention that you really can’t find vegan-friendly places in Lewisburg, or in most cities in Pennsylvania unless we’re talkin’ Philadelphia or Pittsburgh?
But I still like to sit in here and take advantage of Starbucks’ wireless internet while having my nose serenaded by apparently wonderful smells.
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.
Filed under: Barrels of Fun, Music, My Experience with Existence, School | Tags: Bright Eyes, Cherry Alley Café, from my window to yours, Lewisburg, Lewisburg Arts Festival, zine
I have finally completed my senior project. And I’m so proud. So, so proud. Now this week, I have to distribute it around. Since our printer is a piece of shit, I wasted lots of paper trying to print the cover, which takes up a looot of ink. So I used up the better part of a cartridge yesterday.
If you live near me and you want a copy, I’d advise visiting some places downtown next week–Cherry Alley, maybe Zelda’s, perhaps Page After Page. That’s where I plan to put them. They’re completely free, by the by.
If you don’t live near me and you want a copy, I’ll be putting them in a PDF file online sometime soon, so you can save paper by reading it online, print a copy for yourself, print copies for your friends, et cetera. Distribute. I don’t care, as long as you don’t plagiarize. I would be very, very angry if you plagiarized.
By the by, I have named it “From My Window To Yours.” I bet you can guess where it’s from.
The best part is that I plan on continuing this. Creating more volumes. Making it better.
Anyway. Yesterday was also the Arts Festival. Sara said that she was upset about missing it this year. This got me excited about going, because it must be good if Sara says it is.
Understatement.
It was the best day of my life.
So for starters, Market Street was blocked off so that tents could be set up in the street. I got there at one, which was my volunteer time, but I regret not getting there earlier. It took me ten minutes to find the Art for Africa booth, but they didn’t need me to volunteer, anyway.
This allowed me to walk around. I found Jess at the Campus and I found Kate coming out of Cherry Alley. I found Phelan and Coleton later.
I felt bad for Phelan and Coleton because I had promised the day to Phelan first. Or at least, I had offered to see him. I guess that’s not offering the day to him, but he lives in Palmyra and I rarely see him. And after that, I had offered the day to Katie, but I only ran into her a few times, which I feel awful about. I also made sort-of plans with Ali, but they did not happen. I spent most of the time with Kate and Jess, which often excluded Phelan and Coleton. But we had a good time.
I met people I normally lurk; thus, I do not have to lurk anymore. For example, Angela, whose MySpace I constantly encounter. I noted that while she is pretty in her photographs, the images don’t do her justice. By that, I mean that she is gorgeous in person, far more so than any photograph could portray. And actually, somehow, she reminded me a lot of Erika. It might have been her fairly long, painted nails or her style, but I think it was mainly her thin hands, wrapped securely around a phone, and her small feet, covered in flats. Weird things to notice. Truth be told, Erika’s facial expressions cannot be matched. But I did find the girls similar. Thus, I found a strange comfort and familiarity in Angela that probably made me seem very forward.
My favourite part of the day was not the pierogies. It was not socializing. It was not making eyes at my favourite Cherry Alley employee (more like looking at, haha). It was the weather. Fucking gorgeous! Shorts-outside material. No jacket. Sunny, hot, and amazing. No cloud cover. It was the kind of day that just made me happy. Thus, all that additional art made me overjoyed. It was too good. And I wasn’t wasting it, either. I felt like hugging everyone. I felt like I was at the top of my game. And for the few hours that I was there, I felt like hugging absolutely everyone.
Afterwards, I went running with my iPod and my handy dandy Running Mix. And I felt glorious.
The rest of the night was wasted on printing my senior project, but at 1 am, I got a text from Brent to get online. I was half-asleep, so I got on and we had a good conversation. After that, I had a hard time going to sleep again.
And then this morning, I went running farther than I went yesterday. I also lifted weights. So I feel awesome.
But this is all in preparation for the tedious journey of searching for a prom dress.
Take It Easy (Love Nothing) | Bright Eyes
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On the plus side (still), I am able to listen to Bright Eyes avidly again. “Lua” is climbing its way back into my heart.
Filed under: Barrels of Fun, Film, Music, My Experience with Existence, Nouvelle Musique, School | Tags: Charlotte Gainsbourg, Cherry Alley Café, Culture, French, Garden State, indie, Iron & Wine, Juno, New York City, Paris je t'aime, Pennsylvania, Sam Beam, The Arcade Fire, The Moldy Peaches, Washington DC, Young Frankenstein
Got sick yesterday, recovered by laying around after school and watching Paris, Je t’aime. Incroyable. Indescribable. I went into French class this morning all ready to use my nasal “r” sound, and then I remembered that it is just high school French and even my teacher does not have it in him. And we are American. Pennsylvanian at that. We are allowed to use these German accents to speak German, but we cannot risk the embarrassment of sounding really, truly French. How patriotic would that be, in conservative central Pennsylvania, where the French are pansy fags? Mais j’aime le culture de France. Even if no one else does. Just like I love Rilo Kiley in all of its indie rock, folk-tinged glory, even if no one else does because it is too “country.”
This segment reminded me a ton of Garden State.
The overall feeling of the film was nostalgia. Little stories about love. I laughed, I cried, I thought about my own love, my own life. Each part was delicate. Just five minutes long. But each had something in it for me. It was like peeking into all of these different lives and just seeing that they’re all somehow alike, despite socioeconomic status, despite gender or marital status or exact situation. Precise location. And it’s because of love. It made me sad that I mostly had to read subtitles because my savvy for listening comprehension does not extend far beyond the tapes in French class or my teacher and peers, aided with textual references and G-rated vocabulary. But it makes me that much more motivated to start listening to RFI every day and to download more good French artists. Maybe not more squeaky clean Lorie. I know that there must be French indie. I just don’t know where to find something cent pour cent French. Because a lot of it (like the Arcade Fire or Charlotte Gainsbourg) is interspersed with English.
Anyway, tomorrow, I am going to New York City for the first time to see Young Frankenstein. Although I am excited, I am also extremely nervous and intimidated and I really can’t see myself going there. It’s a cruel city, but I imagine it is also beautiful. But how do you not look like a tourist when you are enchanted? I guess it’s not such a bad thing being a tourist; loads of people are tourists in New York City. But I see it as bad. I mean, I get so acquainted with the bands I listen to so that I am not a n00b. So wouldn’t it make sense to do the same with cities I want to visit?
I am less nervous for going to DC on Friday with art. I have been to DC a million times. We talk about DC every day in AP Gov. It’s just going to be another trip there. I am comfortable with DC. I mean, it’s halfway home.
I went downtown with Brent to Cherry Alley Café today. Got a hot chocolate. And while we were sitting around talking, the oh-so-cute “Anyone Else But You” came on the stereo system. By now, you should know it by heart. By the Moldy Peaches. I mentioned that it is a shame: Everyone is now calling dibbs on all these grand indie bands like they own them, “I heard them first,” hoarding them, sticking them in their Facebook profiles. Because they have one popular song that the masses like. And it’s so fucking cute. And it’s about ugly people loving each other. How cute is that?
But before their exposure from Juno, no one had heard of the Moldy Peaches. Nothing wrong with Juno. I, for one, loved the film. I could relate to the protagonist. A sarcastic high schooler who keeps getting caught in romantic waters way over her head, kind of quirky or “off,” in love with her best male friend and unwilling to admit it for a long time. Very into music. Quite the fan of hoodies. Guys at school are not interested, for the most part. Then you could go into superficial things. Drives mom’s minivan. Lives in a small town. Then you could get more superficial. Short compared to everyone else. Brown hair. Whatever.
But the masses fell in love with Juno because she is not your typical teen protagonist. That’s just it–she is different. She fits into the indie subculture. That stereotype. And so all of these uneducated, normal teenagers go to the movies and they see Juno, and they see a part of themselves in her. Just like whenever I go to the movies and walk out thinking that maybe a small part of me looks just like Keira Knightley because she is gorgeous and spunky. But I look nothing like Keira Knightley. Many of these kids are nothing like Juno.
So they jump on the bandwagon late, try to become weird by trying to fit in with people like you and me. The really, truly, incurably weird ones. The ones who are in love with music and don’t give a shit about looking like a character. And am I looking for street cred? No. No, because I have always been like this. Introverted, introspective, and “off.” And no movie is ever going to make me look like a character. I will always, always be like this. It is a natural progression from who I was as a sophomore/junior. Music took over my life. My priority is not to look as credible as I can. I have other things to worry about. I love French, I love several bands wholeheartedly, and I love to write.
But here’s where it gets weird. Here’s where my story disappoints. The kids who will change in light of Juno and other movies promoting the indie stereotype, they do not see my peers and I as any cooler for being this way naturally. They will not try to befriend us and talk to us about how awesome our hobbies and plain clothes are. How they always secretly wished they were like this, wasting life, and how free it feels to look natural. Normal. Because I am pretty average-looking. They will just try to change their friends to be like them. So that our little underground thing goes public and then we just look like everyone else again. And the only way to tell us apart? Talk to us. Their personalities won’t change. They probably still won’t have interesting things to say. Oh, and they still won’t be able to spell.
I think that hanging out with Brent brings out the cynic in me. He is, after all, the one who pointed this out, that Juno really stereotyped the indie subculture and that kids just find it intriguing.
Well, music. I guess we can give them those popular songs. Make them feel like they can get something genuine out of life because that’s the only genuine thing they’ll ever get out of life. And for those of you who will continue to stick with the subculture when the hype’s all over? Good for you. Because Juno really is a great movie, and if you stuck it out after you fell in love with it, then more power to you.
For some time, I’ve been lovin’ on Sam Beam. You know, Iron & Wine. I downloaded this song as per my cousin’s request and shoved it aside for a while, but I recently unearthed it and fell in love. It’s like a long evening of driving towards the sunset. I love the handclaps. While Sam Beam’s eyebrows may only get one star (he has some, does he not?!), the song gets all five.
Boy With A Coin | Iron & Wine
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P.S. I love that my blog has the 26th most popular song on the Hype Machine today, but I also hate it because it was such a fuck-up. Give me a spot for something I actually deserve, goddamnit. Whatever, though. Again, Charlatantric deserves your hits. Go to his blog and discover truly underrated music.
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