Steel and Whiskey.

Lately, I've been taking long walks after work thinking about a lot of things that do not matter in the long run. It was a gorgeous day on Monday; not humid and sticky or filled with torrential rains. Pleasant. The weather was pleasant.

It was Iron and Wine's Carousel. If the sounds of that song existed as Environment (trees, sidewalk, grass, bikes, cars, houses, cars, more cars), it was splayed out on Monday, filtered through my government-issued glasses that refract the sunlight in a way that makes the artificially sharpened edges glow. Lens flares, all of the time, I see them with these glasses in such bright daylight. Out-of-reach orbs of light.

So pleasant and deceptively serious. The song, I mean.

Quick, Speedy, Fast

Three Things:

1) Using my iPod's standard earphones is a pain. I bought headphones imported from Japan. I probably shouldn't've.
2) The past week or two, I listened to Cap 'n Jazz when I walked to and from work. Why?
3) I'm listening to Orchid right now. Yes! I played them a few times during my short venture into radio during high school. Weird. I was a lot happier in high school.

Night Windows

I'm broke. Been buying too many CDs and records and junk. Not enough time to sit down and ramble about how much I still love the Colleen album that came out earlier this summer. Because I love it. I love Colleen. I love how I hope, really hope, that it becomes hip shit because I'm sort of maybe tired of irony. Irony is exhausting. I love Colleen and I don't want to like Clipse 'cause I don't and I wore hot pink and neon green leopard print sneakers today. Oi.

Today I found my copy of The Weakerthan's Left and Leaving. My taste in music during my teenage years was far superior than the mess it has been since. Next thing you know, I'll be listening to cLOUDDEAD again. Speaking of teenage taste, Daitro and Ampere (!!!) are coming through soon. Teenage!Me would've been all over it. YoungAdult!Me hasn't gone to a show since May, let alone one like the Ampere/Daitro show which will be filled with people who know each other. I don't know anyone. On a vaguely related note (that is, if you clicked the link), Times New Viking came through town last Friday and though I am now a Young Adult, I am not yet old enough to go to bars. I'm sure it was amazing because they were stunning in the sort of fuzzy way I love when I saw them. Anyway, about half a year until I get to fully realize the alcoholic that I am. Yessss.