I bought the Iron and WIne album Our Endless Numbered Days yesterday, and it's very lovely.
I've got some time on my hands: I'm going to make a longer post than I usually do.
For those of you that don't know me so well, I'm a rabid music lover, but if you only knew me by the music I listen to most you'd think I was one major sad sack. I'd say I specialize in slowcore, sadcore, emo (sortof), folk, acoustic singer/songwriter, shoegazer, and dream pop....these are the genres that I feel very comfortable with, and make me feel warm inside. Also, I enjoy wallowing in melancholia some days, and so i soak up other people's into my own....
but don't get me wrong, I also listen to other shit too, a lot of other shit, but that's my specialty.
Also, I believe it is completely pointless for me to buy albums, new or used, on any format other than vinyl. Not only do i love the warm sounds and textures of vinyl, but if I buy albums on CD, they get automatically ripped to my computer, transferred to my iPod, then they go to the shelf where I never have to pick them up again....more fun to have a vinyl copy and then download the album off the net for my iPod if that makes sense. I don't think the recording industry would have a big problem with that.
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Enough about music, last night I spent a really long time sitting on my ass in front of the computer, Googling friends, long lost acquaintances, etc. It sounds lame but I was having a lot of fun, and in all this I found some really interesting stuff.
From when I was 10 until I turned 20 I lived in a small town called Killarney, it's a nice little place to grow up I suppose, if you can deal with the fact that nobody really gets you if you have any life aspirations past farmer/mechanic/small business owner/retail grom...anyways I digress.
The last year I lived in Killarney (19-20) I lived with a newly married couple in the basement suite of their house, we shared the kitchen and a bathroom, it was an alright arrangement for me, it was cheap, and I did my best to stay out of their hair, but my best wasn't always perfect. I know they wished they had more space, but they let me live there. They listened to a bit too much U2, but they were good people. Soon after I moved out of their house to move to Vancouver for a summer, they also moved to the Lower Mainland, but I never heard from them again.
I googled them last night, and it turns out they're in japan, and have a blog that's remarakably interesting (I grew up with these people, Jeremy is a surprisingly interesting and good writer despite some misspellings. He's a funny guy, he's a mechanic, a farmer's son, and used to come off as quite a hick, but a fun loving guy)
As I read, i got to the entry in which they had decided to take a little Christmas trip to Ko Lanta, Thailand. We all know what happened there the day after Christmas...
Seems like I'm going somewhere bad dosen't it? Well, not really, they both made it through OK. But it's a pretty fascinating story, I guess fascinating enough that the CBC picked up the blog entry for their website.
CBC News InDepth: Asia Tsunami Survivor Stories
It's not the full entry, the full entry is here:
the places we go
Obviously this is interesting to me since i know these people, but since I was fascinated I thought I'd tell that little story.
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Hmm, i don't have to be at the West End for a couple hours yet, so I'll tell you another little story.
Jeremy's Car was a 1981 Chevy Citation much like this one:
only it was in much worse shape, much rustier and all that, the heater only slightly worked, There was a monstrous hole in the dash where the radio was supposed to be, and wires all hanging out of the dash. It was very noisy, as Jeremy had straight-piped it in the shop since he didn't feel like buying a new muffler. One time I was driving home from my buddy's place in the country, and about 2 miles from town the alternator went on it. The headlights started to get dimmer and dimmer, and I was like "what the hell", so I drove back to town with no headlights at 1 AM, and it died when I drove it into the driveway....I guess it was the ultimate white trash/beater car.
me and Jeremy used to drive around town in blizzards taking on the biggest snowbanks to plow through without getting stuck...now that was fun..
one cold day in November 2000, a lovely girl from the UK who I'd met in Montreal on a trip came to visit me on the vast open prairie that is western manitoba, it was a wonderful time, and I had a blast introducing her to my town and my country. The only way I had to get her back to the Bus depot in Brandon is by taking the Citation as all my friends were otherwise occupied that Sunday evening.
This girl is from Jersey, one of the richest islands in the world, they don't have "beaters" there, in fact i doubt they have cars older than 10 years there. I drove her 100KM in this car that sounded like it could possibly explode at any second, with little to no heat, through an ice fog so thick i could barely see the end of the hood. Luckily I'd driven that highway 2 times a week for the past year, so I knew every inch of it, where the next curve was, hill, etc. I looked over at her and her teary eyes, and I thought, I'm the luckiest guy in the world, this girl has never seen snow like this, felt cold like this, probably never been out in the middle of nowhere on a highway she couldn't see, just to spend 3 days with a guy she'd only had one week in montreal with. That's a memory that I can't erase.
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The love you lost with her skin so fair
Is free with the wind in her butterscotch hair
Her green eyes blew goodbyes
With her head in her hands
And your kiss on the lips of another
Dream brother with your tears scattered round the world.
- Jeff Buckley Dream Brother
I've got some time on my hands: I'm going to make a longer post than I usually do.
For those of you that don't know me so well, I'm a rabid music lover, but if you only knew me by the music I listen to most you'd think I was one major sad sack. I'd say I specialize in slowcore, sadcore, emo (sortof), folk, acoustic singer/songwriter, shoegazer, and dream pop....these are the genres that I feel very comfortable with, and make me feel warm inside. Also, I enjoy wallowing in melancholia some days, and so i soak up other people's into my own....
but don't get me wrong, I also listen to other shit too, a lot of other shit, but that's my specialty.
Also, I believe it is completely pointless for me to buy albums, new or used, on any format other than vinyl. Not only do i love the warm sounds and textures of vinyl, but if I buy albums on CD, they get automatically ripped to my computer, transferred to my iPod, then they go to the shelf where I never have to pick them up again....more fun to have a vinyl copy and then download the album off the net for my iPod if that makes sense. I don't think the recording industry would have a big problem with that.
---------------------------------------------
Enough about music, last night I spent a really long time sitting on my ass in front of the computer, Googling friends, long lost acquaintances, etc. It sounds lame but I was having a lot of fun, and in all this I found some really interesting stuff.
From when I was 10 until I turned 20 I lived in a small town called Killarney, it's a nice little place to grow up I suppose, if you can deal with the fact that nobody really gets you if you have any life aspirations past farmer/mechanic/small business owner/retail grom...anyways I digress.
The last year I lived in Killarney (19-20) I lived with a newly married couple in the basement suite of their house, we shared the kitchen and a bathroom, it was an alright arrangement for me, it was cheap, and I did my best to stay out of their hair, but my best wasn't always perfect. I know they wished they had more space, but they let me live there. They listened to a bit too much U2, but they were good people. Soon after I moved out of their house to move to Vancouver for a summer, they also moved to the Lower Mainland, but I never heard from them again.
I googled them last night, and it turns out they're in japan, and have a blog that's remarakably interesting (I grew up with these people, Jeremy is a surprisingly interesting and good writer despite some misspellings. He's a funny guy, he's a mechanic, a farmer's son, and used to come off as quite a hick, but a fun loving guy)
As I read, i got to the entry in which they had decided to take a little Christmas trip to Ko Lanta, Thailand. We all know what happened there the day after Christmas...
Seems like I'm going somewhere bad dosen't it? Well, not really, they both made it through OK. But it's a pretty fascinating story, I guess fascinating enough that the CBC picked up the blog entry for their website.
CBC News InDepth: Asia Tsunami Survivor Stories
It's not the full entry, the full entry is here:
the places we go
Obviously this is interesting to me since i know these people, but since I was fascinated I thought I'd tell that little story.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hmm, i don't have to be at the West End for a couple hours yet, so I'll tell you another little story.
Jeremy's Car was a 1981 Chevy Citation much like this one:
only it was in much worse shape, much rustier and all that, the heater only slightly worked, There was a monstrous hole in the dash where the radio was supposed to be, and wires all hanging out of the dash. It was very noisy, as Jeremy had straight-piped it in the shop since he didn't feel like buying a new muffler. One time I was driving home from my buddy's place in the country, and about 2 miles from town the alternator went on it. The headlights started to get dimmer and dimmer, and I was like "what the hell", so I drove back to town with no headlights at 1 AM, and it died when I drove it into the driveway....I guess it was the ultimate white trash/beater car.
me and Jeremy used to drive around town in blizzards taking on the biggest snowbanks to plow through without getting stuck...now that was fun..
one cold day in November 2000, a lovely girl from the UK who I'd met in Montreal on a trip came to visit me on the vast open prairie that is western manitoba, it was a wonderful time, and I had a blast introducing her to my town and my country. The only way I had to get her back to the Bus depot in Brandon is by taking the Citation as all my friends were otherwise occupied that Sunday evening.
This girl is from Jersey, one of the richest islands in the world, they don't have "beaters" there, in fact i doubt they have cars older than 10 years there. I drove her 100KM in this car that sounded like it could possibly explode at any second, with little to no heat, through an ice fog so thick i could barely see the end of the hood. Luckily I'd driven that highway 2 times a week for the past year, so I knew every inch of it, where the next curve was, hill, etc. I looked over at her and her teary eyes, and I thought, I'm the luckiest guy in the world, this girl has never seen snow like this, felt cold like this, probably never been out in the middle of nowhere on a highway she couldn't see, just to spend 3 days with a guy she'd only had one week in montreal with. That's a memory that I can't erase.
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The love you lost with her skin so fair
Is free with the wind in her butterscotch hair
Her green eyes blew goodbyes
With her head in her hands
And your kiss on the lips of another
Dream brother with your tears scattered round the world.
- Jeff Buckley Dream Brother
it was good to see you again tonite. thanks again for coming. let us know if those papermoon photos turn out.
I still haven't checked out the blog yet...I'll get to that soon...
There's so much to catch up on! Mwah!