https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uNZuKCSDtw
This affection for music comes and goes in waves. I listen to new music all in rushes; I discover a band and dwell on them for months, and then I reject them and move on. The same for this blog — it's never been reviews, but it's moved away from analysis and journalism into real journaling, a diary of my experiences, a soundtrack; the songs are secondary to my stories.
This was the beginning of a new wave. In middle school, I got myself a new album each of Decemberists, Death Cab, Modest Mouse, Counting Crows — I actively decided to sit down and listen to them. A conscious discovery effort. It was new and exciting and I felt full; each new song had a tone I was used to, from the band; it was educated listening, music appreciation rather than intake. This song marks that. I was in Borders, 9th grade, a reunion; I began to realize that I recognized the CDs on the shelves; these weren't new things any more.
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Thursday, May 2, 2013
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
I Was A Kaleidoscope — Death Cab For Cutie
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8Ju5TsynaY
All these early 00s indie rock records I first heard in middle school are geographically tied. So much music is; to an era or to a place or a subculture; Death Cab is from Washington state and the Pacific Northwest; they are tied to so much of middle school and exploring the city for the first time; the last days of sledding in Riverside Park as a child, the first days of Union Square / Washington Square Park, of navigating the subways; the last days of legos and television and the first days of trying to actually put myself out in the world; the growing sense of discomfort with staying in for a whole day, even in the winter; I had to find things to do; I had to listen to more energetic music, and this was always it. Even if the lyrics and vocals are softer and more low-key than some, there's a driving rhythm; it had to have been, to survive the dreary Northwest.
All these early 00s indie rock records I first heard in middle school are geographically tied. So much music is; to an era or to a place or a subculture; Death Cab is from Washington state and the Pacific Northwest; they are tied to so much of middle school and exploring the city for the first time; the last days of sledding in Riverside Park as a child, the first days of Union Square / Washington Square Park, of navigating the subways; the last days of legos and television and the first days of trying to actually put myself out in the world; the growing sense of discomfort with staying in for a whole day, even in the winter; I had to find things to do; I had to listen to more energetic music, and this was always it. Even if the lyrics and vocals are softer and more low-key than some, there's a driving rhythm; it had to have been, to survive the dreary Northwest.
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