This week, I made my professor (a sad, bitter old man) laugh using the word sequiannual. I mark it as one of the better achievements of the week.
Well, here we are. I'm trying hard not to have all of this be "things I listened to in highschool for a week or two" but it's very hard when I was extremely unaware of the musical word before I turned fifteen or so, but I'll try.
Telegraph road - Through a strange cultural twist, Czech Republic of the early 20th century was really into the American Wild West. So here's a cover of a song about the wild west that my dad used to listen to.
Too little too late - I can't say I ever listened to this song voluntarily, but for a few weeks in freshman year it was absolutely unavoidable - the bitchy timbre of an angry girl's voice as she berates her exboyfriend made it a onestop hit for a while.
Acetate - The Speechwriters LLC! Oh, the Speechwriters. The band of (I believe): The boyfriend of a girl who was friends with a friend of my highschool acquaintance's exboyfriend. Two guys with acoustic guitars with not very many fans but thoughtful and intelligent and catchy and generally protest- and love- and life-related songs. This version isn't very good, but the nice thing about the Speechwriters is that they post their songs on the Internets. The sort of blogging, self-deprecating snarky artists that seem to be a dime a dozen these days. Associated with Trader Joe's sunny lawn picnics and (for some reason) jellied lemon slices I used to buy for 16 cents. Note to self: find where those are sold, and buy them.
Wasn't born to follow - My friends had a habit of playing midnight semi-legal capture the flag in monasteries and abandoned construction sites in high school. As a part of that, I got chased off a (small) cliff (really I guess just an embankment) by a kid I had a crush on. He saw me crumpled in a heap on the gravel, jumped down, tagged me, and then asked me if I was okay. I was bleeding profusely from somewhere but insisted on finishing the game. I later went to the emergency room with one of my best guy friends and hallucinated a bit and internally chanted Buddhist prayers because they were the only thing that made sense at the time. The next day my face was swollen so I skipped school and watched Easy Rider and discovered this song (and one of my favourite sad angry overblown hippie road motorcycle movies)
Tunnels - Associated with a close nerd-cum-hipster friend who added a lot of music to my perceptions.
Have a lovely Sunday.
