30 07 2004

Day 9 – I fucked up… I’ll combine 9 and 10 tomorrow.

So I’ve been listening to a bunch of music lately, and The Postal Service’s album has me really grooving. I feel I have to express my thoughts on it.The album’s called Give Up.

So… this album moves me. I can’t say that about many albums, and most of them stop moving me after a certain period of my life is over. The Beatles and the Grateful Dead really did it for me as a kid because they were my first exposure to music. The now-defunct Long Beach Dub Allstars’ first album was excellent in my opinion and got me through a bit of high school ok. About a year ago, someone turned me on to Sigur Ros, which is an amazing group, and one of their albums was with me all the time for about two months. It was so relaxing (though I can’t say the same about the other album(s?) they put out.

Anyways, this album is amazing. Each song has that right mix. Most songs that should be sad can make me feel happy because of the melody or the beat. That’s the case here. usually the songs start with a sample or a non-percussion instrument, and I wouldn’t be sure if I’d like it. Then, the percussion comes in super-fast and is way in contrast with the other part. That bugs me a little, but I start to tap my foot. Finally, the beat swings and the vocals come in and the song’s magic starts. Each song has just the right tempo and mix of sounds and melody. Meghan describes it as good running music.

What means the most to me are the lyrics. Lyrics usually mean little to me because the best lyrics are usually punk songs. Unfortunately, I’m finding punk songs less and less clever or interesting and more and more whiny and similar. These lyrics are different and not totally understandable, but there’s this constant underlying theme of lost love and regret. Maybe one or two songs have a good attitude about love, but the rest are written with this undeniable sadness. Lyrics like “I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving” and “Will someone please call a surgeon who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart?” show relationships that didn’t work out so hot and the guy lamenting it. I could see this as a great breakup album just because I could really connect to a few of the lyrics. Sometimes they say just what I feel like saying.

As far as individual songs go, I have to write my thoughts on them for anyone who actually enjoys the whole album. Feel free to gloss over or skip. Song interpretations are my own, horribly analytical, possibly pretentious, probably wrong and mostly for my own peace of mind, not yours.

The District Sleeps Alone Tonight – The refrain is great. “You seem so so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex.” I feel like it might describe the awkwardness of a relationship that never should have started out in the first place. “I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving.”

Such Great Heights – This song is one of the happy ones. The happy thoughts about the freckles make me think of Eternal Sunshine. This song’s about loneliness when you’re apart for a while. It’s really sweet, I think, and I’m a guy who would never really say anything’s sweet usually.

Sleeping In – This song move me so much just because it doesn’t go anywhere. I get the meaning a little, but as with all of these, it’s open to a lot of interpretations.

Nothing Better – This song was the saddest to me. It’s about a guy who fucks up and a girl who won’t take his shit and won’t give him another chance. I like that there’s an actual response from the girl. The guy has this glorious vision of marrying the girl and loving her for the rest of his life. He definitely realizes he loves her, but the girl comes back that he’s way off with his memories of the relationship and needs to drop it. The guy won’t give up, either. Finally the girl says “You’ve had your chance, so say goodbye. Say goodbye.”

Recycled Air – The song uses flight as a metaphor for relationship I think. I can’t tell, but my guess is it’s about the pattern of many relationships. Lightheadedness and nervousness as a relationship starts, interesting landscape for a while, a slow fade to the ocean, a calming, then finally the pattern of a long-lived relationship. Maybe it’s still strong, maybe not, but it’s “recycled air”.

We Will Become Silhouettes – This song is okay, but not entirely my type of music. The lyrics are scary to be sure. I can’t really attempt to come up with a significant meaning to the lyrics but it’s fairly catchy.

This Place is a Prison – Also not really to my liking. Ok but not great.

Natural Anthem – A nice, mostly instrumental song with some cool lyrics.

Brand New Colony – Probably the most radio-friendly of the songs because of the opening arcade bleeps and bloops, which are cool. This song is an affirmation of love or a promise of what’s to come. I can feel this in many more ways than I’d like to describe and the song makes me wish that promises like this weren’t so damn futile. So many times… It’s a sad one for me.

Against All Odds (not from the album and not sure where it’s from, but it’s a Phil Collins cover, as if no one does those) – The song is a really good breakup cover. The guitar mid-song is great and should have been kept for the whole rest of it. Man. It’s just one more of those sad song that I love to hear. Who knows why 😕 I love the lyrics for this. Especially, “take a look at me now, I’ll just be standing here, and you coming back to me is against the odds and that’s a chance I’ve gotta face.

Clark Gable – This song is great and probably my favorite on the album. I think it’s kind of a dream of what could have been. I clicked with this one because of the refrain. “I want so badly to believe that ‘there is truth, that love is real’ and I want life in every word to the extent that it’s absurd”. I feel like that. Way too often I feel like I might be in love, but it slips away or turns out to be a sham. I’ve only been in true love once in my life and ended it for foolish reasons that can’t be explained or justified. I feel love occasionally for people that goes beyond platonic and very close to genuine love, but it never is reciprocated, and it’s really hard to let go of that.

Ah man. Wow, that was a lot, but I think I emended to get it off my chest. Well, I have nothing more to write for tonight. There’s always more tomorrow.


28 07 2004

Day 8 – Addiction-Free DAy – The only thing I’m addicted to is caffeine, and I cut that out for the most part a while ago. Still, I didn’t have any caffeine, as tired as I was today, and I didn’t drink any alcohol. Yay.

Wow. This is interesting. I’ve seen this guy before. Read the last line of the article, too. I like when media outlets own up to shameless inter-corporate advertising that has no relevance to a story..

Went racing today on a Tech. I got six races of twenty under my belt. 14 more and I get my heavy wind rating. Yay.

It’s early to bed time. I’m tired and it has something to do with Day 9. Intriguing.


28 07 2004

Day 7 – Man. This one’s a doozy. I leave it to you to judge. Needless to say, I didn’t do it. I was there in spirit, but I do it enough anyways that it shouldn’t have any life-altering changes in store.

Man. So many amazing musical things lately. I recently received Give Up by The Postal Service and it’s an amazing album. I’m reluctant to say this about most synthesized songs and albums, but this thing is a stroke of genius. I’m tired tonight, but later I think I might dissect the lyrics and the album.

I also just finished watching the video for Year of the Rat by Badly Drawn Boy. (MTV is only good for late night videos.) The video was really cool and reminded me of Everyday. Click on the links for videos. Let Everyday load before playing it.

Both videos have very cool depictions of how caring can change the world. Obviously, the effects of hugging owuldn’t be as widespread as what’s shown, but it’s still very cool. If people could learn to be a little more friendly and caring and helpful to strangers, I think the world would be a much better place. Sadly, not everyone will pick up on how to be nice, but we can try, right?

Oh man. So my boss is off work most if not all fo the week, and I’m struggling to find more things to do. Work is a lot of computer games and email checking. Oh well. I also checked into getting a three month job working int he insect behavior lab with the F’ing yellow jackets. 10-15 hours a week and the money’s probably decent, plus if nothing else, it’s experience.

Finally, I just got an email from an online class action lawsuit settlement group claiming that Paypal could owe me money for a case settled out of court. It sounds an awful lot like that class action against the CD companies where everyone got something like $4. Hopefully I pull in more than that!

Alrighty. It’s bed time and I need all the willpower not to break in on tomorrow’s task. Nigh-night!


27 07 2004

1997 – Mason Jennings

Southern Minnesota in the year of 1997
There was a great natural light in the sky
And people ran in fear
And I was so concerned with the welfare
Of the woman standing nearest to me
That I didn’t notice when it shown on both of us
Then disappeared
I asked her
Do you know what that was
And did it shine for only us
Tell me do you know what that was
Was it a sign
I think it probably was

Pittsburgh Pennsylvania in the year of 1987
There was a great natural light in the sky
And people ran in fear
And I was so concerned with the welfare
Of my brother standing nearest to me
That I didn’t notice when it shown on both of us
Then disappeared
I asked him
Do you know what that was
And did it shine for only us
Tell me do you know what that was
Was it a sign
I think it probably was


26 07 2004

Oof dah. A long, crazy weekend. Let’s start with Friday. I went to the historical last party at the Assatta co-op, which was pretty cool. Saturday involved buying food at the farmer’s market, then trying to sail in almost no wind. Sunday ruled. I sailed for nearly three hours and relaxed. Also, this weekend I made pizza from scratch, barbecue chicken, corn on the cob and apple raspberry cobbler. Ask me for some cobbler, cuz I’ve got a ton.

All right. On to the “days”.

Day 3 – Throw Something Away That You Like – I chucked a little hand spin drum that I got in Texas, I like it but rarely use it.

Day 4 – World Coloring-in Day Thanks for the colored pencils, Lindsay.

Day 5 – Mass Social Experiment – Cut out and stick this item to any item of public use. The aim is to achieve comprehensive social breakdown across the US. – I ‘ve stuck these on a garbage can, the door of my room and a few other places. I also plan on putting them on a mailbox and a few more things. I’ll update this is I do.

Day 6 – Today, write the opening sentence of your debut novel. – This one puts a lot of pressure on me, because I plan on taking this one seriously. Here’s what I wrote: “When she left the building, the first thing she noticed was the way he moved.” I have an idea of how I’d like to expand that. I want to write a novel during “National Write a Novel Month” in November, so we’ll see.

All right. If you have any responses to my stuff, feel free to post them.

Other interesting stuff has happened lately. Last night, my roommate Dave’s older sister stayed here. Dave went to bed early, but she stayed up drinking wine and watching The Last Samurai. I was making my raspberry apple cobbler and talking to her and watching the movie alternately. She kept saying strange things and touching me. Touching meaning rubbing my back and stuff most people wouldn’t do upon the first day of meeting someone. She also said that her “face usually isn’t this bad.” I think she was talking about acne. I don’t know if she was coming on to me or just a friendly person, but anyhow, nothing happened (thank God).

As a final thing, I’ve decided to give up on something I’ve cared about for the majority of the summer. To me, it’s not worth worrying about and if something comes later, then so be it, but I’ll enjoy what I have now.

Kasbah (rock it(

26 07 2004

Magh. Weird night. Once again, the days will be postponed until tomorrow. I HAVE been keeping up with them.

Kome on Sweet Katastrophe

24 07 2004

I want so badly to believe that “there is truth, that love is real”
And I want life in every word to the extent that it’s absurd
I know you’re wise beyond your years, but do you ever get the fear
That your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by?

– The Postal Service