February 2011
9 posts
48 Days: Mean to Nothing | Manchester Orchestra
It’s too frigid to move, so I wait for you to warm up.
I sit and listen. I’m so tired.
By track two you already know me—“Are you tired of being alone? Are you tired of being alone?”
The music goes from heavy to mellow and everywhere in between.
My mind is screaming one second and regretting everything I’ve said the next.
It’s an album of mild mood...
January 2011
15 posts
49. Lifted or The Story Is in the Soil, Keep Your...
The album that opened my eyes to greatness, Lifted is one of my favorite collections of music.
From start to finish I’m able to connect with the music and get into the songs. There is so much I could say about this album, but I am so sleepy.
I did listen to it six times today and it put me in a wonderful mood, which is odd because the music is a little somber at times.
If you dislike...
50. Bad Books | Bad Books
It’s been a late night with good friends. I find myself driving you back on the other side of the city at 4:47am. Technically, a new day has sprouted, but I still find myself enamored by this album.
On my way to work my mind was distracted and unaware of how wonderful something so simple could be.
I circle your block a couple times, you drifted away somewhere on the expressway and I...
51. The Velvet Underground | The Velvet...
I wish my drive to work and the weather was as upbeat as the first three tracks.
Something about the tempo—I couldn’t get into it.
Pulling into the parking lot at work “Pale Blue Eyes” came on, with the snow falling and the gray sky this song seemed to parallel my mood more.
The way Lou drags out the notes when he sings “linger on” and croons “pale blue...
Musical journey towards spring.
There are 51 days until spring. I’m going to journey through my cd collection and listen to only one cd each day, for the whole day. I’ll write about each cd and how it made my mood that day. 51 days 51 cds.
"My life is a cartoon"--
He stammers as I help him collect his belongings from the hardwood.
Everyone sneers and stares at him as he fumbles through papers and notebooks anxiously.
This is too much for them, his presence is an inconvenience to the other patrons.
I pick up a picture of him and a woman grasping each other in an uncomfortably scripted way.
She is average, nothing that I would pursue, but I could see...
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Dang, all my girlfriends in the same room.
GET YA WEIGHT UP!
Nothing
It’s midnight and the street is dead.
One solid beat drowns out the silence as I approach your house.
A powerful bass line lights up the night sky and the treble sprinkles it with star clusters.
The house is occupied by many. All with different stories and ambitions. Some more appealing to the eyes than others.
Individuals—but to me they all look the same.
All the words blend...
Chemical imbalance
Bloodshot eyes as we roam the night. We’re moving faster than we should, but the cold along our faces is addictive.
I tell you I can no longer write. My ideas have left me and inspiration is a fleeting desire that visits when I’m at my lowest.
You say sadness is better to write about, happiness is better to live. The cut and dry thoughts you express bring me to a stop.
Your...
Something about time travel
I’m nervous about the way you’ll look in the mirror—everything backwards and exposed.
We’ve only shared a handful of moments, and now we’re here.
I’m nervous about how you will sound, how you will react.
You’re too calm and it’s killing me. I wonder who else has been here. Who else has seen these walls? Who else has felt this skin?
The lighting masks your blemishes and hides your intentions.
...
New years resolution
A restless road, lit by only by the headlights of compact car. Folk music is gently playing as I begin my trek. I turn the dial searching for a more appropriate backdrop of sound.
Loud,screeching guitar riffs rip through my speakers. There is nothing subtle about this song.
Glancing at the clock reminds me how late it has gotten. Where has all the time gone? My body needs sleep but my mind is...
Uncomfortably warm
We find ourselves alone again. Our associates are near but they’ll never be as close as we are right now.
It’s frigid outside and frost paints every pane of glass. The music you put on is full of emotion and soul, it melts the speakers and flows across the floor.
Something about this scene reminds me of you. At a glance you’re cold and stoic. You’re the snow in my boot...