Things not to forget

You know how sometimes you'll hear a song for the first time in a long while and it strikes a certain chord that you didn't expect? I have been itching, dying, yearning to feel something lately that didn't throttle me into pure nostalgia. Then I put it on, for the first time in maybe two years.

Fiery Furnaces - Tropical Ice-Land (from EP, although, really, I meant to upload the one from Gallowbird's Bark)

I'll admit it. I like being sad. I have functioned a lot of my life feeling bad because, duh, I'm a first generation Asian American and much as I loathe to fall in the stereotype, here I am, sad as fuck, reeling from the fall out of some war that I can't even fathom that killed aunts and uncles and cousins and great-whatevers I never had a chance to know. Plus, I cry and talk now when I get nervous. Isn't that gross?

But this isn't about that (although everything is, I suppose). I listened to "Tropical Ice-Land" and I remembered how much fun I have listening to music. Poorly playing music now. Talking about music. Letting music plug up whatever organ it is that I've got a hole in. It's a beautiful song. A nonsensical, rambling, heartbreaking song that makes me smile and want to walk around outside alone or hit huge church bells with proportionally large mallets.

I don't mind this feeling. I like it, actually. I don't know what it is. Maybe it is bits of things. It doesn't matter what it is.

Maybe I've written about this song before. It seems like the thing I'd do.

Crunch crunch crunch

Hi, blog. Can't say that I've missed you, but I can say that I did see two excellent shows this weekend. Let me just say that Deerhoof is always, always good and Dead C surpassed my expectations, but you know what I thought both nights? Dang, I haven't had anything to say in that blog I neglect but if I did have something to say it would be how effing amazing music can be. Really. Truly. I love you, music. I love you, sometimes, blog.

Sweet jams.

I have been listening to Ladyhawke, like everyone else. It's true. Please don't judge me. I'm excited for the show. Gotta dance it out. JUST DANCE IT OUT. My two favorite tunes happen to be singles. WHO KNEW?!: