I mentioned Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and everyone looked at me as if they were mentally thinking:
“UGHH — HIPSTER.”
Something kinda the same happened to me in my intro to philosophy class. My professor was referencing Dexter as he was talking about hedonism and it turns out that even though we live in FL, not that many people watch it.
Isolated at a remote area without a trace of our origin. Almost as if we were dropped from the sky and we’ve landed in a place we’ve dreamed about but never thought to actually exist. It’s a bit frightening but there’s a familiar melody humming around. Setting up for something a bit different, we take a couple of steps back and there’s an asphyxiating tempo where an inspirational harmony breaks in.
Transitioned as if it didn’t, we find a chorus we can look at in a different light. It’s pleasant and we aren’t really sure why. Finding our way through wonderful memories, we want to escape (“Don’t ever look back”). The scene collapses and we realize how lucid the environment is. It’s picked up and it turns out we were wrong. This is real and it’s almost unfortunate but it quickly dissolves. The scene is desaturated for a moment, independent of place and time but still universally existent.
We see things from a different angle and it’s expounding, we learn a great deal. Vocals pan in and out and we’re guided through a narration only to be left with a panorama of strings through various events in time. Naive and accepting, we go back and repeat our process. This time we get it right. We’ve now awoken and we find someone significant waiting for us, only to learn they were there every step of the way.
mp3//Self Love Star Slinger and Pandit
mp3//Teenage Dream (Katy Perry cover) Weeds and Foxes In Fiction
Since I feel like people have been talking about sexuality a lot lately, I’ll say that more than anything I would consider myself Jennysexual. I am primarily into men, but I’d totally consider fucking a woman, but mostly I just want to have sex with Jenny Lewis. Which is pretty much why I went to see Jenny and Johnny tonight, because she is just so goddamn sexy. I couldn’t get over it when I saw her last year, and yep, it still holds.
Short documentary on the impressive show pulled off by my all time favorite mashup DJ. If I ever get the chance to meet Greg Gillis, it would be one of those flustering moments where I’ve got so many things to say to him that I would not know where to start. There really is a talent in what he does and it really shows in this documentary. The production put into this is incredible and even at $35, it had to have been worth it.
Funny how things work sometimes.
Now all that’s left to do is hope for some FL dates.
At the House of Blues. That would probably make the show for me but I’m not sure If it’s enough to attend. I’ll most likely be going to the Yeasayer and Washed Out show the next day.
Only three songs into it and it’s already won me over.
Thanks! I enjoy your posts as well.