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"just 'cause you feel it, doesn't mean it's there"
THEY SEEM WILD BUT THEY ARE SO TAME THEY SEEM WILD BUT THEY ARE SO TAME THEY'RE MOVING TOWARDS YOU WITH THEIR COLORS ALL THE SAME THEY WANT TO OWN YOU BUT THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT GAME THEY'RE PLAYING
It’s late.
So you think.
This was a thought, a thought that became sound.
SYSTEM OF A DOWN - TOXICITY
the greatest.
Puppy Kicker - Booty Shake
Lion Bark - Longhorns
If you like Dog is Dead, Young the Giant, or anything similar to those two..check these guys out!
Fleet Foxes - Blue Ridge Mountains
The summer before my senior year, I found myself in Big Bear with my cross-country team. We ran, swam, hung out and did every other normal thing you'd expect to do at a summer running camp. But one thing threw us all off: it was pouring rain, thundering and lightning the entire time we were there...in August.
One afternoon, as everyone was growing restless and fidgety from not having ran in a few hours, I wandered outside to watch the rain. I went to the front porch of the "varsity girls" cabin and just sat there for a long time, listening. I was pretty content to just hear the rain for a while, but then I decided I could go for some music. So I hopped up and went inside to grab my iPod and iHome, then made my way back to my spot. I didn't come back alone though because my friend, Avery, followed me out to join in on the rain-appreciation.
Once my iPod was all set and ready to go, I scrolled down to Fleet Foxes and pressed play. This was about halfway into our trip, so we'd already listened to a lot of music with the rest of the team. Just a few feet away from us inside the cabin was a pool table that we'd all grown pretty fond of over the last few days. But every time we'd played pool, the music choice had been the metal songs we all knew and could scream the words to -- yeah, my team was pretty gnarly.
Anyway, when Fleet Foxes came through the speakers Avery was shocked. She had no idea I listened to mellow stuff like this. I'm not even gonna try and pretend I didn't love every second of her realizing I had such a huge range in my taste of music, because I really did enjoy it.
After her surprise blew over though, we just sat on the steps and looked out across the street, up at the light grey sky and tried to pick out individual drops in between waiting for streaks of lightning to fly past our eyes.
I don't know how long we sat out there, but I feel like it had to have been at least an hour or so. It's hard to tell how much time's gone by while listening to Fleet Foxes because of how well every song flows right into the next. I seriously just lose track of time; it's like the concept just dies, ceases to exist as soon as I press play. It's so lovely.
How ever long we were out there for doesn't matter though; what does matter is that after 15 months I can still see it all in my head. I absolutely love that.
So I just wanted to share a memory relating to Fleet Foxes that I have. I chose to use Blue Ridge Mountains for this post not because it was the only song we listened to or even that it stood out in that moment, but because of the title. Big Bear is such a beautiful place and it's covered in blue ridge mountains, if you look at the right time. And I ran those blue ridge mountains with my best friends and had the time of my life while doing it.
I just feel really nostalgic right now, but anyway, to anyone who actually read all of this: have a great day!
Sigur Rós - Rafstraumur
The night I truly heard this song for the first time, that initial high-pitched wind-chime/flute sound found me completely frozen. I stopped all I was doing, laid back and closed my eyes as this beautiful song flooded through my eardrums.
In my head, this song is like a conversation you're having with your best friends at some kind of reunion. After so long away from these people, who went through so much with you, you're content to just be in their presence with that stupid adult small-talk you've grown accustomed to with other people that don't really matter to you at all. But then comes all the "remember when(s)" and such as you really start to reacquaint yourselves with each other. It's all fun and lighthearted at first, but then someone says they wished nothing had had to change; that life hadn't had to come along and ruin such a good thing.
2:43 "Rafstraumur..." Everyone goes quiet. Time stops. You realize how badly you miss it -- these people, those places, everything. You feel tears building their way to the tip of your eye lids.
3:22 And then it hits you. Every best memory you've ever made sprinting through your mind, not stopping to catch a breath, leaving your eyes in the dust as they flutter from side to side trying to take it all in. Over and over again, everything you've ever done and every place you've ever been playing on repeat in your head. The love, the passion, the good times and even the bad times; your youth in it's entirety. Absolute nostalgia -- an electric current coursing through your veins.
Rafstraumur, or Electric Current, could not be more accurately titled.
NALEPA - NIGHT BLOOM
KANYE WEST - BOUND 2 "I know you're tired of loving with nobody to love"
Lou Reed
Reblogging the posts from my personal blog that I made yesterday as a response to Lou Reed's passing. I didn't even think to post them on to here, because I guess I only thought of what I had to say as personal. Anyway, here they are.
You will read this because you should. If you are a fan of Kanye, you will understand everything that is being said and you will deepen your appreciation for him. If you are not a fan of Kanye, you will finally realize how talented of an artist he truly is. Yes, I am speaking to all you jerks who base your opinion on him by all of the stunts he pulled that are well in the past and are not a representation of his talent as a musician and his insight as a human being. Lou Reed is a legendary musician who has seen decades of innovation and musical evolution; that someone his age could find the true art, that’s right, art, behind such a modern piece of work just proves how narrow minded we can be about people and things we have no idea about. Being a Kanye fan myself, having had to defend him to my parents, friends, etc, it makes me happy to see someone with such influence in the industry defending and analyzing the art of someone who has been too easily dismissed by the public. Honestly, you have no idea how brilliant Kanye is. He’s doing a lot to change music, he’s doing a lot to make it meaningful.
Please, whoever might see this, do read the review of this album. No matter where you stand with Kanye, you will take a lot out of this and most importantly, the album.
Sorry, I’m not sorry at all.
Today was a very weird day for me. My heart was and still is confused after hearing of Lou’s death. Him dying has made me realize just how important and rare he was as a person. I don’t really believe in the existence of life after death or anything after death for that matter, but the idea that someone like Lou Reed is gone forever seems impossible. He was a shooting star that came into our world and gave it new life; without him, who knows what modern music would even be like. Who knows what people would be like. Who knows what I would be like.
I cried a lot today. Every song I heard by him tore me to pieces, and I could feel with each passing song the lump in my throat getting bigger and bigger, and my jaw tensing up more and more. It’s as if my body was telling me not to speak, and I couldn’t, even if I could find the words. But despite my incapability to say anything, I thought a lot today. I thought of how special he was, and how death is a shitty thing. Life isn’t all that great either, but seeing people who are so full of life, people who make sense of the world like Lou did, it makes you wanna slap yourself in the face and be that source of life and passion that he was. That was the whole point of him. He was living breathing inspiration, and he still is; his spirit lives in every heart that he ever touched, in every song he ever wrote. Whenever the world needs that inspiration, he will always be there. It makes me sad that I never got to meet him, or John Lennon, or David Bowie (I know he’s alive, but what are the odds I’ll meet him at this point), because these people have changed my life in such a spectacular way. I cannot see myself being strong enough to face the world or strong enough to change the world without the rare spirit that these people have.
And I feel their presence. I know that they matter to me and I know it’s not scientifically provable, but goddamn it they have to know that I exist and they have to know how important they are to me. After hearing of Lou’s death this morning, the rest of my day just became an off-and-on series of discoveries of all these parallels with Lou and I. He was born on my father’s birthday, he died on my mother’s birthday, and he got his liver transplant on or near my birthday (which he died of liver disease). Earlier today, when it was one in the morning, I took cocaine for the very first time; needless to say, Lou took cocaine a lot, enough to the point where he named and based a song around it. And all this sounds silly and no doubt stupid, but when I was high on cocaine, looking back I felt connected to him. I felt closer to him, like it was meant to be that my first experience with any hard drug was in such close proximity to his passing. Fuck anyone who judges that feeling. I feel it to the bone and he is a part of me, and so many other people. And I feel like my heart was trying to connect me to him all over again in the last few weeks, like it knew he was leaving soon. The past month I’ve been listening to him, having conversations about him with my dad and my radio station pals, and just thinking about him in general. All of this makes no sense and it all makes sense, and I don’t care what anyone thinks about this because I don’t even know how I feel about all this. All I know is that I love him, and he’ll always be a part of me and everyone else (even if they don’t know it).
I’ll be seeing you, Lou. Thank you for making me a better person, thank you for making me believe in something.
ELLIOTT SMITH - BALLAD OF BIG NOTHING A very important song.
UNKNOWN MORTAL ORCHESTRA - FFUNNY FFRIENDS "Love is much more than good advice"