alright...derailed. purpose kinda fell away from me...2007 was the sucky suckage, and distractions mired me at every turn...so, heh....gonna start trying to put out little dispatches as time permits. also gonna try to include a tune with each post, as some wonder what i'm listening to...2k7 was awfulness, but thus far i've had trouble whittling down the year into workable compilations...something about 107 songs to choose from and not wanting to exclude certain tracks. *sigh*
husky rescue...i'm still not sure how this didn't go domestic, seeing as a lot of really suspect stuff floats up on the shelves on a weekly basis. "country falls" was one of those refreshing debuts that surprised me with their country/electronica/noir tinged pop. this track here's giving me the most trouble...how does one include a 7 minute behemoth in a best of comp when the track surely sacrifices the capacity for another song making it onto mixes?
anyway...just a quick blip on the radar...is anyone receiving?
Used to trade mixdiscs religiously with a doctor pal out East when I first got deep into the music. He had lost his way somewhere round the Jesus and Mary Chain and I had just found the on-ramp to good music. Was what was nice about the days of *Prodigy...finding people one could trade mixdiscs with. Short of going to the library, I hadn't any means to get to the past, and listen to some of what came before what was happening on my stereo then.
Come 1997, Florida happened, and though we still keep in touch, the mixdiscs fell by the wayside some time ago. His kids grew up, my ex and Tyco took over my life and my musical resources and energy to communicate with the world dwindled. Tis what happens when you choose a relationship with someone who has totally opposite inclinations. Would have to wait til the guy was deep into a videogame to sneak off and busy myself with the kind of stuff that really concercned me. Much like my friend, it was my turn to fall by the wayside...Britpop was on it's crash and burn cycle, the trip-hoppers were getting press, and me, well, it was "relationship guy" time.
Lesson learned here...don't think I can ever fall for someone again without there being a musical common ground. Seven years of being told "Lady In Red" was the song he wanted to be our song were seven years of a bad idea gone too far. It's not as if there weren't love songs out there that deal in male relationships (*see attached Kitchens of Distinction song). Funny how some guys like to homosexualise a song or inverse the genders for their own means. The dread ex would take popular top 40 tunes and do the genderswitch at will. Always in the presence of others, of course. Was like an audience based thing. Never happened during the rare occasion when we found ourselves alone. Some people can't seem to function without making their personal lives a spectator sport. Embarrassed, I would usually just find ways of coping through denial. One gets tired of answering really dumb questions ("which one of you is the girl in the relationship?"). Ignorance breeds curiosity, and sometimes that curiosity garners a certain contempt, cause there's only so long that a person can take of someone aiding in bringing attention onto you.
And so today, three years of singlehood, of being the "ManCharlotte" as some friends have called me, what seems to be of most immediate intrigue is making sure that there's some sonic common ground. Cause the profile...it's there...guys who listen to Christina Aguilera are also likely to be the same kind of people who revel in gossipy girl-pal cultures and have an alarming amount of shirtless friends on pages like MySpace. And all I want is for their songs to end, so I can shove some Deerhunter or Serena-Maneesh into their stereos, to numb my disdain. There's a price that has to be paid for making me sit through "Unbreak My Heart".
This next number goes out to all you cats who've lost your way...
It's been ten long years since there was any effort to put out words regarding the things I've been feeding my head with. In the interim, the internet's grown, and the zine culture has become memory, as has the days of *Prodigy, for those of us old enough to remember.
I didn't get married, that's not legal to my kind of people. Ill-chosen mistakes regarding my coming out process, sent me out of the California Central Valley, to a brief stint in Santa Rosa and eventually to a decade of Floridian wanderings. I did get married. Sorta. In the sense that I believed it to be what passed for conventional marriage. Shared monies, raising a dog together, real estate, mundanity. Still, it all felt like fraud, cause for the first seven years in Florida, this relation quelled a lot of my interests and curiosities. One just knows they're not meant to be. Warning signs shoulda been the guy's record collection. We're talking mixtapes of Whitney Houston, Hootie, Joan Osborne (if she is spelled wrong, oh well, she's made enough royalties not to care about some blogger's goof-up). Guy never did get my music. Mainly, it was fodder for parodies that gave Weird Al sophistication. Three years on, one boyfriend less, 60 lbs lighter, and we're back in CA...more on that as the blog unfurls, over time...been missing a time when words flowed out about this sort of thing...this endless search for the joy of good pop sounds.
for now, i won't go into any lenghty musings. just starting the show, just looking out into the audience and seeing if i've still got the nerve (the fanzine years are quite a long time ago). so i'll just throw a couple of songs to share. songs that have been on my mind lately.
first, there's Jenny Lewis with The Watson Twins. one of the best albums of 2006, by far. this particular track has a line that hits at the core of a lot of my dealings with reality. "I'm in love with illusion", which much like Blondie's "lost inside adorable illusion" are telling of the rich fantasy life that goes on inside me. This is why sometimes I can meander through crowds and not notice people I actually know. Cause I'm usually busy in some form of scenario that's not taking place in the immediate world. Anyway...here's that track...
I'll probably have some of my dreams show up on here, from time to time. Last night, I dreamnt that NJ from Tiny Monroe met me at a party. We told each other the band's discography, by order of release and drank some red wine. For some reason, NJ looked like what the Cansei De Ser Sexy girls would look like if they were 30 years older. And she had makeup and sparkles on her face done up in a manner that was dramatic and reminiscent of the cover of "Aladdin Sane". The party ended, and it turned out that I lived at the party site. I went out to discard the plastic champagne flutes, and found her outside, weeping with a gun in her hand. Honestly, don't recall the conversation...it's been a few hours since I woke up. She gave up the piece, and I wrapped it in hay and mailed it off. Anyway, it's odd that she showed up in the dream, but I guess this means I should share a song from them, so that the world can remember them for another second. "Cream Bun" was their brilliant second single (1994). The New Order basslines and NJ's delivery shoulda made popstars out of them...
lastly, here's some Voxtrot, to provide something a little more fast paced. and also cause it's currently my favorite song...
alright gil... what new fabulousness is on your headphones? read more
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