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like an angry old man, shaking a fist at the sky...

Saturday, January 17, 2004

people and places

radiohead's fake plastic trees - summer 2001, i was an RA in kinsolving, and i used to listen to that on loop to and from classes. i tried to time it so that when thom yorke starts to really get into it, i was in an elevator alone, so i could sing along with no embarassment.

sarah mclachlan's possession - nicole and romina's room, with them and damon, late on night, tossing a ball back and forth and asking soul probing questions. i think the entire album played at least twice. you learn alot about people when you just ask them.

red hot chili peppers' soul to squeeze - jester, or bryan's red rocket, driving around austin, playing a song we all liked from the 90's but no one had until i burned it. then everyone was reminded, hey yeah, that song is cool. then we spent months trying to figure out what keidis was saying before determining it was gibberish.

aimee mann's save me - damon's car. we heard it playing from somewhere in his apartment complex once, and he said "you know, that's either a girl playing it, or a gay male, because no one else would have it so loud." not that he was impugning the work, but perhaps just stating that straight guys are a little wary to admit liking a girl musician. i disagreed.

leonard cohen's suzanne - walking into the third floor classroom in jester, deciding nervously about whether or not to ask out sara, perhaps the most breathtaking girl i saw in college. i'm serious, the minute i saw her i was like, guhhh... it was hard. we went out twice.

john lennon's mother - listening to it with vince, having him explain, point out, notice the pain and anguish that john achieves in the song. it really is sad.

elliott smith's miss misery - any point in late freshman year, when damon and i were getting to be as close friends as we got. that was our best time. that was when we knew each other well.

i miss those times.



feeling: nostalgic
thinking of: i don't know
song of the day: upward over the mountain - iron and wine
mother, don't worry, i've killed the last snake that lived in the creekbed
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