for the music ask.... 7, 12, 23
7) A SONG TO DRIVE TO:i’m usually a fan of huge heavy songs and long drives but there’s always room for complacent yet angsty chill shit too :^) so: LAPALUX - MOVEMENT I, II & III makes all those hours of horrible introspection that much more bearable lmao, and i mean. lapalux. cmon.
12) A SONG FROM YOUR PRETEEN YEARS: JELLYFISH - NEW MISTAKE alright story time. so i grew up with my dad’s musical taste of like… vaguely snobby prog rock and everything classic, and so i went to elementary listening to saga and gentle giant and being “the weird kid”. but the real story behind this is that my dad picked up guitar again when i was like 11, so i went with him once to this small kitschy guitar store to snag one. the owner talked to him for like 893 years and eventually gave him a CD of shit he was into. jellyfish was on there. they were this super small pop outfit from san fran that only released like 1 album and never went big. anyway, my dad played it loads of times BBQing over the summer (odd, considering he never liked poppy shit) and so it became this thing i think back on for that time period. yknow. sentiment or whatever haha. if it could get past my dads musical defenses, it was good
23) A SONG THAT YOU THINK EVERYBODY SHOULD LISTEN TO: oh my god easy, DEATH - POLITICIANS IN MY EYES. they were this black proto-punk band from detroit who have this amazing, and insane come-up story until their lead got killed in a car accident. they tried rebranding as a christian band for a while, but eventually gave up. i mean, they’re fucking amazing, but no one would strike them a record deal because of their name. it was the late 60s, no one wanted to hear something from a band called DEATH. everyone was on motown, no one wanted politically charged punk. especially from black kids. it was just 3 brothers from motor city who stuck by their guns and only made one album recorded from their bedrooms. i love them, i love their passion, i love how they stuck it to everyone and never changed. brilliant.
