We have been discussing what music I might bring with me to the hospital, to drown out the beeps and the Jerry Springer drifting down the hall and my water buffalo noises. Our friend J., for instance, said that she listened to a lot of Hem.
Today we were in the car, listening to an iPod mix I made a while ago for the purpose of playing on endless loop while I cranked out some deathless article or other. It includes things like School of Seven Bells and Tiger Trap and Iggy Pop doing "The Passenger" and Spoon. "How about this?" Steve suggested. "It's pretty!"
Then the New Pornographers' "Bleeding Heart Show" came on and to my surprise and dismay, I immediately burst into tears, because it reminded me of this high schooler-created music video and I am full of sappy sap sap sap.Maybe we should stick to instrumental music instead. I eagerly await the full regrowth of my cynical protective shell, sometime around 2014.
Why does he smack that dude in the combination Baskin Robbins Dunkin Donuts and take his drink for his deely-bopper girl? The cycle of violence continues. This saddens me.
Posted by: K-sky | 02/14/2010 at 09:02 PM
I already thought I loved you and now that you are considering parturition to Iggy Pop, I know for sure.
Music for Airports (Brian Eno) might be good too. Or it might cause you to break out in racking sobs of anguish. Never mind.
Posted by: Nellig | 02/15/2010 at 07:26 AM
K-sky: Yes, a step or two shy of a true dancy utopia.
Nellig: Hooray! I like you too.
Posted by: redfox | 02/17/2010 at 04:26 PM
Why did they thank Neko Case's face and not her voice? I mean, it's a nice face, but it's the voice that's magical. If I could bring only one voice to a desert island, hers might be the one.
Posted by: essear | 02/18/2010 at 11:38 PM