Teenage Luuuuuuuuuvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv

I've just purchased a plane ticket to visit Alana. And we're going to see Travis. All my high school giggles are bubbling up. Oh, Fran Healy. Gigglegigglegiggle. Ahhh I hope they play "Flowers in the Window." I would revert to eighteen and melt away.

And in June, Oscar and I are going to try to go to Columbus to see the Decemberists. I hope I hope.

It's been maybe two years since I've been to a concert.

A home inspection company after my own heart

In my endless rambling through the internet, I came across a home inspection company in south-central Indiana called–get this–SHERLOCK HOMES. In Disney's Jungle Book, there's a scene where Mogli laughs at the elephants as they fail to stop and end in a twelve pachyderm pile up. He's rolling and gripping his sides. That's me. I love the name Sherlock Homes so much. I'm well aware that it's probably been done. To death.



Last year, I bought a new iPod. And since I have never synced an iPod to iTunes, my play counts were reset. I also tend to go through music phases. I'll listen to one or two bands for weeks and then not go near them again. All this leads to the discovery that I had only listened to 40% of the 7600+ songs on my new iPod. I've spent the last two weeks listening to anything with a zero play count. I'm up to 47%. I've also deleted a lot of random duplicates.

Current Mood:

Decemberists.

Yes, for me, The Decemberists are a mood. Like big is a smell. And coincidentally, they go together.

It's first cool week after summer and I'm fed up with my music. But then, without thinking, I put on 5 Song E.P. and Castaways and Cutouts and I know it's fall.

And I'm driving from Oxford to the southeast side of Cincinnati on 275, my dad's Durango full of the stuff I'd left in storage over the summer. Gran is waiting for me at Aunt Linda's house. Tomorrow, we'll be driving back to Myrtle Beach. I've just left all my friends at Miami. All the people who are responsible for this sentimentality. And the air is vast. The sun is warm, but the breeze is cool and carries every sweet smell it's ever touched. That's big.

This is the snapshot. The vertex of an angle. One segment is two years at Miami. The other spans two months and turns when my grandmothers die. It's working at Kligs through the fall. It's smoking weed. It's feeling comfortable, but then realizing this comfortable is not where you want to be.

All of this is The Decemberists. Five years later, it's still a terribly vivid emotion. So exact.

Voxtrot

WIUX is running automation right now.  That means the same five hours of music over and over again.  Somehow, I manage to get in my car in some pattern that puts me in the same 3-5 song block.  Which leads to Voxtrot.  Their song, "Ghost" is in my block.  "Ghost" is one of those songs that is amazingly familiar and moving, without making me name the band being ripped off.  I know the song sounds like another band, I just can't finger the right one.  I had to buy the album.   Tinkly like the Smiths, epic like Coldplay, and one random song, "Stephen," is a dead on impersonation of Ben Folds when he sounds like Billy Joel.  

Overall, there are some good songs, but only because they sound like something I've already liked.  In its own right, that's okay.  But I'm still looking for something new.

Five word summary: Smiths, Coldplay, Joel via Folds.