There’s something therapeutic about just opening up a new blog post and vomiting onto the web.
I was interested to hear that Simon and Garfunkel played a club in Greenwich Village, before they became profitable, and were heckled (maybe heckled off stage) by Bob Dylan. It makes me wonder, the narcissism displayed by young Bob, that maybe there are connections to be found between he and Quentin Tarantino. And don’t tell me Tarantino’s not narcissistic. I love his movies, but that doesn’t negate the fact that he’s in love with himself. But, my original point was that Bob Dylan’s not widely beloved. At least, not to the extent people might have once assumed.
I’m listening to “Home” by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes. I think I’ll always be a little envious of musicians. You can get so much out of a song, much more than the length of the track, and give something such depth, but be able to create it, fully realized, just over night. That kind of pisses me off. So until short short fiction (flash fiction) becomes popular, or making viral videos becomes more of an option… I forgot my train of thought. The song is still playing. Ending as I finish this sentence. To me that’s beautiful.
A new song, a new paragraph. Something by She & Him… I think it’s “In the Sun”. I’m not sure whether you’re supposed to put song titles in quote or not. Do musicians or bands get put in italics? I didn’t start listening to She & Him (I guess I still don’t avid listen) last summer when I rendezvoused with a student in journalism. I think for a little while this was my favorite song.
New song. “Mushaboom” (I think) by Feist. I’m not certain on the spellings, but I’m refusing, for reasons unknown, to hop over to the next tab and check. I want to keep writing. As exhausted as I am I don’t want to stop. I enjoy this. Writing as though I have a purpose and direction for it. You know, this isn’t interesting (I think) if I’m just rambling, forming a new paragraph to coincide with the change of a song on a playlist on another tab. This song makes me think of the cover I heard first performed by Conor Oberst. If you look at his younger pictures against the more recent, you begin to see the signs of drinking. I’ve heard smoking ages you, which may be the case for me if I don’t quit soon. I’m sure I’ll stop as soon as I run out. I should smoke the rest of mine with friends—put it to good use. This song just ended.
This one I had to change tabs. It’s “Zombie” by the Cranberries. I grew up hearing this song. I think my mom had this album and would play it on the weekends when she’d clean the house. I’d forgotten about it until Andy Bernard on “the Office” started singing it in the car with Jim. God, “the Office” used to be such an intelligent, witty show. That show needs to either get serious about it’s future or drive a nail in it’s coffin (if the writing isn’t doing that already).
I’m still disappointed “Party Down” got canceled. That was a great show that deserved a larger audience. “Zombie” is still playing. It’s so long I’ve been able to write a paragraph, let those thoughts fizzle, stare off into space, then begin a new paragraph… And it finally ended. The song, not the show. You could say they both did.
