Panda Bear — “Alsatian Darn”
Song of the moment.
Only feel a chill whenever I come out from my shell
I’d surely lie if I said that I was sure that it might work out
Now, I won’t let it slide
No, I wont let it slip up
Found a way and I feel like I shouldn’t let go
Drop a bomb on the spots where my doubt streams grow
What to do when the things that I want don’t allow
For the handful of mouths that I’m trying to feed
Got to do what you’ve got to do
What weighs on my mind
So I cant get sleep at night
Say, can I make a bad mistake?
Say what it is I want to say
Say what?
Not sure I’ve ever heard a song as simultaneously haunting and joyful.
Petey Pablo’s “Show Me the Money”
Occasionally I get obsessed with songs that are so completely uncharacteristic of and outside my musical taste, I can’t help but share it with the world. This is one of those times.
Give me some more
Time in a dream
Give me the hope
To run out of steam
Somebody said
It could be here
We could be roped up, tied up
Dead in a year
I can’t count the reasons I should stay
One by one they all just fade away
—The 88, “At Least It Was Here”
“Community” is the best comedy on television right now, and I’m so, so, so, so, so excited for tonight’s claymation Christmas episode. I’ll wax emotional later on why I think the show strikes such a chord with me, but for now, I’ll leave it with an alternate line from the chorus of the theme song:
Oh I love you more than words can say
This may be the first thing pertaining to Barbra Streisand I’ve ever liked, besides maybe Coffee Talk. I’d like to thank and praise Duck Sauce for believing that a song consisting solely of mixing her name in with an endlessly catchy loop would work (it does). And featuring guest appearances by ?uestlove, Kanye, Ezra Koenig and Santigold? Uh, yes, please.
Also, I understand this song leaked the Interwebs in July so I’m quite (four months?!) behind society’s times here, but I’m giving myself a pass because I basically live inside a bubble during the summertime. And also the video just came out last month. So there.
So, the meme started Tuesday(?) with Gawker reporting about a way to make Baby Biebs sound AMAZING — and the masses, skeptical at first, eventually agreed. I went so far as to call it Bieber’s Symphony No. 1 in F minor, Op. 1, though I don’t know if any of that is factual or makes sense, musically speaking. Then, there was “Slow Stop Believing,” with every drunk fratboy’s favorite anthem turned into an ambient Sigur Ros-style dreamscape. What could possibly be next (besides Gaga, Miley and Dragonforce, of course)?
Quite literally, anything your ears desire. Just click that link, download the program, run it, and turn any MP3 you own into a magical, mystical opus of grandeur and awesome-ity (I’m just now doing it with Surfer Blood’s “Floating Vibes” — it’s very floaty, and vibe-like).
I don’t mean
To seem like I care about material things,
Like our social status,
I just want
Four walls and adobe slabs
For my girls
→ From Animal Collective’s “My Girls,” off their 2009 album Merriweather Post Pavilion
Something about a day like today (sunny, dry roads, 60 degrees) makes me want to drive, anywhere, with the windows down and music blaring. And fast. Like, unreasonably fast. Even if I’m not in a hurry to get someplace. After spending an entire winter sloshing through six inches of snow at 25 mph, I figure I’ve earned a little time for ripping around some dusty back roads at 70 mph. I’ve put in my time; this is my reward. I just hope my truck doesn’t fall apart.
As for the music, well, it’s a year later and I still can’t stop listening to Merriweather Post Pavilion. “My Girls” is the perfect song for this little joyride. I still hear new things when I listen to it. The exquisite lyrics, the quirky bass drum line, the siren-like “Wooooooo!” at the end of the chorus — I can’t get enough, and it’s not even my favorite song off the album! For that, we’ll have to wait until summer approaches.
On the grassy, beachy head
On the cliff where you’ve been lead
The curve of the hill is green and soft
As if the wind would hold you aloft
→ From Nada Surf’s “The Fox,” off their 2007 album Lucky
Winter has no fan in me. I appreciate it on occasion, like the first few light snowfalls, or watching big flakes fall at nighttime, illuminated by the glow of village street lights (snow adds instant romanticism to outdoor movie scenes — movie scenes that never seem to happen in real life, am I right? I’m looking at you, Groundhog Day), but the whole of the experience adds so much grief to my life. Or that’s what I’ve led myself to believe, anyway. It’s the fact that going outdoors even for a few minutes is such a chore; the monotony of sweatshirt-hat-scarf-jacket-boots-gloves wears on me enough by itself, and then I have to shovel 10 inches of snow just to get down some icy stairs to my vehicle, which also needs to be cleared off and sufficiently warmed before driving to work. Oh yeah, and the sun decides to hibernate for four months, too. Good lord.
Fortunately, I have a few songs I listen to when winter’s frosty grasp begins to get to me, which coincidentally happens right around this time of year. “The Fox” is one such track, and really for no other reason than the lyric I’ve excerpted above. It’s comforting to picture a curvy hill of soft, green grass in my mind when I haven’t seen one in months. As a sucker for good album names and art, I rank Lucky as one of my favorites. The album art depicts what can only be a summertime night sky. After today, one of those endless winter days, now that’s what I’m talking about.