The last 2 weeks have been particularly awful for reasons I'm not willing to share about. On the plus side of things, I have been getting back to my freshman year of college "Napster Goddess" ways and have been digging deep into the indie music scene and have unearthed some really great, fairly obscure music. i used to think i had my finger on the pulse of the music scene, but somewhere around the age of 22 I began to lose track. I'm sure as i get older I will have kids that will point out that my music is making their ears bleed and that i am so "totally not cool" because i'm not familiar with the new band Spandex Puppy.
I have been furiously downloading bands like Built to Spill, The Charlatans, Iron & Wine, Junior Senior (SO FUN!), Locksley (think The Strokes), and Okkervil River. my library has exploded and i am contemplating listing on my resume "ability to find the most kicky-est ass music out there."
I must admit that i am a lyrics junkie. i have been known to repeat a song 5, 6, 7, 8 times just to hear the words if a certain song touches me. My cute Hot Pocket-errr i mean Toaster Strudel, usually doesn't mind. We were just coming back from the grocery store when the song "Click, Click, Click, Click" came on by Bishop Allen. It is a song about a man who crashes a wedding after ducking into a church due to inclement weather. he doesn't know anyone. No one knows him. and yet he ends up being in many of their wedding pictures.
"I'm on the mantle in the corner of the photograph, Smiling pretty"
it got me thinking about all the strangers that have ended up in my photographs. People that i will never meet. never know. and yet, a little piece of them is forever a part of my life, captured on a 4x6 glossy piece of paper. On the flip side, I wonder if perhaps i am in the photo album of some German tourists that asked to take a picture of me when i was on a cruise, 10 years ago?
it's funny how we are all interconnected.
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