i wake up at 4am or so and stumble to the bathroom. i stumble back to be and lay down then realize im humming this song. its odd, but its a good song. what really made me stop is that i havent heard this song in years and years, and there it is. i remember the whole song. not all the words, but the beginning and end and the tune in between. and, dear subconcious, what conjured up this song from the depths of my memory. but props to mom and dad for listening to this along side the Cream and Bill Monroe and Neil Young.
Mills Bros - Paper Doll
Monday, February 23, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
creepy memory
im a rememberer of people. other things too, but theres no awkward conversations or any of that with a coffee shop, bar, forest, or beach. they tend to be equally welcoming to all.
at any rate, memory has its purpose in the grand scheme of things. you know where to find food and water and not to touch a hot stove. you know where to find the people, things, and places that are of comfort. but there are some things i would rather forget. and it seems that many other people do. and i will, in all likelihood, forget your name when i first meet you. but if you make any kind of impression on me, i will remember your face forever it seems.
so what to do then? when i see a random acquaintance do i talk to them? i feel like i would come off as some sort of idiot savant. 'we meet two years ago a a bonfire in the summer and talked about canadian bacon and how its just ham and that actual bacon is far superior, but for the life of me i cant recall your name.' or not acknowledge them, and if they remember, you could come off like some arrogant jerk. this is where social anxiety comes from, i think. well, its one source. and my primary source. however, since i love awkward situations its not really that bad, only a little creepy to some.
anyway, this whole remembering things also seems to make it a bit difficult to let the past be. it seems i am always dredging things up in my mind. theres second gussing. theres wondering 'will it ever be that good again?' hoping that something like that never happens again. replaying the car crash, the pain, the joy, the love, the loss of yesterday, last week, last year, a decade ago. its this memory that gets annoying sometimes. why do these names and places and things come back years later? far past their useful shelf life. surely i could use that space to recall things of greater import to my life now.
oh well, perhaps one day the meaning of all this will reveal itself. mayhaps not. at any rate, i have enough to wory about, and id rather not creep people out or feel awkward about ignoring them.
at any rate, memory has its purpose in the grand scheme of things. you know where to find food and water and not to touch a hot stove. you know where to find the people, things, and places that are of comfort. but there are some things i would rather forget. and it seems that many other people do. and i will, in all likelihood, forget your name when i first meet you. but if you make any kind of impression on me, i will remember your face forever it seems.
so what to do then? when i see a random acquaintance do i talk to them? i feel like i would come off as some sort of idiot savant. 'we meet two years ago a a bonfire in the summer and talked about canadian bacon and how its just ham and that actual bacon is far superior, but for the life of me i cant recall your name.' or not acknowledge them, and if they remember, you could come off like some arrogant jerk. this is where social anxiety comes from, i think. well, its one source. and my primary source. however, since i love awkward situations its not really that bad, only a little creepy to some.
anyway, this whole remembering things also seems to make it a bit difficult to let the past be. it seems i am always dredging things up in my mind. theres second gussing. theres wondering 'will it ever be that good again?' hoping that something like that never happens again. replaying the car crash, the pain, the joy, the love, the loss of yesterday, last week, last year, a decade ago. its this memory that gets annoying sometimes. why do these names and places and things come back years later? far past their useful shelf life. surely i could use that space to recall things of greater import to my life now.
oh well, perhaps one day the meaning of all this will reveal itself. mayhaps not. at any rate, i have enough to wory about, and id rather not creep people out or feel awkward about ignoring them.
Friday, February 20, 2009
musical thoughts
i'm loving Dan Auerbach's Keep It Hid. he is once again getting the Jack White comparison, which is probably annoying, but not a bad crowd to be in. theres a good interview from Aquarium Drunkard here. check out some tracks here. and there are still tickets available for his show in DC on the 28th here. im super pumped for it.
i still think that Neko Case and the New Pornographers are overrated. i only mention it because some folks around here are freaking the fuck out about her show. i mean, the both definitly dont suck, but i see no reason for the frenzy. i would absolutley take them over most pop radio, but probably wouldnt listen to them much on my own.
The Hard Lesson's new disc drops May 26. fuck yea. you can check out some tracks here. if their last show is any indication, its going to be grand.
The MC5 still fucking rock, in case youve forgotten or, more likely, never knew. check out Wayne's wicked toe drag at 1:50. not too many bring it like this.
I got my hands on the Black Lips latest late last night, but have yet to digest it. 200 Million Thousand promises to be raucus and awesome. check it out here. theyve got a killer sound that draws on the Dead Kennedys and Lynyrd Skynyrd and Johnny Cash. theyre also about to kick off their tour, so check that link. it looks like they are hitting up most major cities and SXSW.
and finally, ive been fooling around with a harmonica, but i pretty much suck. but its fun, and less intimidating than a guitar. less sanitary too. but i figured out some basic blues stuff, so thats rad.
i still think that Neko Case and the New Pornographers are overrated. i only mention it because some folks around here are freaking the fuck out about her show. i mean, the both definitly dont suck, but i see no reason for the frenzy. i would absolutley take them over most pop radio, but probably wouldnt listen to them much on my own.
The Hard Lesson's new disc drops May 26. fuck yea. you can check out some tracks here. if their last show is any indication, its going to be grand.
The MC5 still fucking rock, in case youve forgotten or, more likely, never knew. check out Wayne's wicked toe drag at 1:50. not too many bring it like this.
I got my hands on the Black Lips latest late last night, but have yet to digest it. 200 Million Thousand promises to be raucus and awesome. check it out here. theyve got a killer sound that draws on the Dead Kennedys and Lynyrd Skynyrd and Johnny Cash. theyre also about to kick off their tour, so check that link. it looks like they are hitting up most major cities and SXSW.
and finally, ive been fooling around with a harmonica, but i pretty much suck. but its fun, and less intimidating than a guitar. less sanitary too. but i figured out some basic blues stuff, so thats rad.
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