Nereyda De La O. You can hear me saying “holy shit” after the song finishes. I still feel that way every time I hear this.
taking my work home with me again. definitely a case of stockholm syndrome. anyways, this is what i’ve been up to 9 hours a day.
being young is a time to get high and dream. a time where obvious red flags are overlooked in the face of keeping a good/bad thing going. a time where you really avoid/don’t now how to communicate openly about heavy concepts that concern you as well as other people. when a young man is allowed the luxury to dream up his own storyline, that storyline will twist and turn and develop into a nightmare for some poor young girl. i remember sitting some unknown babe down on a hardwood floor one night when the power went out. i played her this song and gave her the old ‘like, every word of this song is like my life right now’ routine. it was pretty heavy handed but honest and true. i know it was weirding her out but i thought by the end of some long winded explanation she would connect with me on a level that transcended our current situation. i was getting very excited and played the song around three or four times stopping every once in a while to drink in how beautiful every word was. after i stopped she confirmed my original suspicion. she said,”this is really fucking weird. let’s do something else.” that was the moment everything started to fall apart/come into view. was it this song that drove us to hate each other? if the power had never gone out would we of had a different moment that lead into other moments and ultimately into something far more important? is this song actually a hate song disguised as a love song? maybe she questioned my taste or thought i was a simple man. maybe she just hated anything unseen that gave me joy. and as a young man i always came back to that as the beginning of the end. but now, an official pop generation removed from my younger self, i am forced to take another look at the whole situation. it’s super clear and very simple now. this song rules. meanwhile, she can suck it.
douglas told me to unload all my late 90’s/early 2000’s vinyl asap. repressing is in our near future and i’ve got material desires. before you sell a record you have to listen to it to accurately grade it for sale. in doing so, it forced me to take a trip back into the late 90’s/early 2000’s. these goddamn records have got to go. they’re way overvalued.
to even touch a bird is an honor. so you can’t say anything when it bails.
