Thursday, June 21, 2007
MY DOUBLE THOUGHTS ARE CLEARER NOW THAT I AM SEEING DOUBLE
The string section's screaming like horses in a barn burnin' up.
Josh Ritter: Rumors (clip)
Got soap in my eyes yesterday. Stang like a pissed-off hornet. I half-remembered the reason pain probably hurts so much more when you're very young. It's because you're not old enough yet to know it won't last forever. Cue the waterworks! Now there's just a grimace and a few blinks, maybe a "fuck". Fuck. No more tears.
It's gonna be hard to believe if you know me today, but there was a time in college when I swore I didn't believe in love. Naw, man, it's just, like, a fantasy people make up to rationalize sex. Or, like, a brand the advertising firms and Hollywood sell us now that God is only friends with Mitt Romney and Fred Thompson. I just believed in John Lennon.
I count myself lucky to know one dear friend, in particular, who would not let my bullshit on this stand. He'd already loved and lost, hurt like hell, knew of what he spoke, and my words must've been salt in his wounds. Soap in his eyes.
You're free to push me, and I'm free to fall.
Chromatics: In the City
Of course, everything changed when I met a girl who could put up with me. Belief is funny like that. I'll never forget my friend saying, even early on, something like, "So, do you still not believe in love?" Haw haw.
Now I'm getting married in, OMG, about three weeks. Love is real, and there's no way I deserve it more than this guy. I don't want to get exploitative here and go into too much detail, but: I'm sorry, man. Bro grabs.
The worst crime that I ever did was play some rock 'n' roll.
Bird Names: Damnation
The New York Times' Patrick Healy can eat squirrel poop. (Irish! Good man, Chris Matthews would say.)
The Washington Post's Alan Ehrenhalt can eat Healy's squirrel-poop poop.
My Spin review of Swizz Beatz. (Better than squirrel poop!)
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3 comments:
Congrats, dude. And thanks for taking the Ryan Adams album more seriously than it deserves and giving it legitimate criticisms - my CMG review said (or tried to say) a lot of the same things. (And my score was about the same as yours before it got to my editor.)
Thanks, dude. And yeah, I noticed we both ended up talking about his voice and who he sounded like! Funny, that's not something I imagine either of us would do for most artists. Anyway, really enjoyed your review, as well.
Well, Ryan's an exception for me - he's easily my favorite singer, and what I like so much about 29 is how adventurous he is with his voice. So I pay attention, and it's depressing to hear him doing the sloppy country-accent stuff on "Tears of Gold" or whatever. It's part of the reason why I didn't like Jacksonville that much, but that album had a lot of filler, anyhow.
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