My girl Shana Sadeghi-Ray makes the best hats
actually wrote my final research papers for grad school to this song on repeat holed up in my tiny basement jp apartment, fairy lights, the tudors on mute, pretzels, stop and shop seltzer, up until 7am, sleep until 2, write some more, this song on repeat, i just got chills and deja vu even listening to this and while i only a little miss that exact, 4 years ago (??!) moment in my life, it is often in a big, ache-ing way.
The quest for originality collides with the capitalist economic imperative of growth. The belief that more is better carries over to the personal ethical sphere, so that making more choices seems to mean a more attenuated, bigger, more successful self. The more choices we can make and broadcast to others, the more of a recognized identity we have. Originality can be regarded as a question of claiming more things to link to ourselves and combining them in unlikely configurations.
the feelings reading this article gave me live within the realm trying to christmas after finding out santa is real, trying to romance after deciding boys are mostly enemy #1. like wow it is the truth but i am almost sorry i heard it because now i have nothing to think about and nearly no will to exist
lol there are a bunch of music-related days i can’t wait for that (not exhaustively) include: the day white males (musicians, esp.) start realizing no one longer thinks, or considers them (or cares that they have self-proclaimed themselves) to be the protectors of “good” music taste. it is quite transparent that 100% of your (bloggers, friends, matt pryor - looking at you) self-righteous opinions re: the music those kids listen to today *shake fist* are actually thinly veiled tears because how is 1 “ego-maniacal man child” now a billionaire for a “mish mash” of samples / whining when no one could even appreciate your uke tunes about how terrible high school was, or how hard it is to be understood in a world where girls like frat brothers (or you know your new amsterdams setlist or your new solo album in 2013, matt pryor - literally NO BODY cares).
like what on earth makes you all think you are more an authority on music than anybody else? esp. when that group of “else” includes people who….. make and consume music…… just like you. in actually the exact same fashion you do. but you know better for some reason. people who like music you don’t like, like “music” not music. like you alone as a demographic hold the rights to / get to define that word - music. YOU DON’T.
you can: say what you like and don’t like. you can not: say what is “good” and “bad” or “music” definitively. actually outside the bounds of what you, as an individual person, or a fraction of the music consuming demographic, are an authority on.
Oh man, all the perfume houses would kill (each other) to scent her. She’d be so complex and everyone on Luckyscent would argue about the base notes because of course she would only release three, if any. Damp soil. Ocean salt. Jasmine. It would smell like sunshine and wet earth and then punch you in the face with some strange combination of spice and fruit. Some strange balance of fruit and woodsiness that on the wrong person would smell like a garbage can, but on a Chosen One, smells like…Björk. The last note would be the slightest hint of jasmine. Serge Lutens and CB I Hate Perfume would issue open letter death threats to each other for the opportunity to bottle her. She would write the perfume description in haiku form and the vial would be something absurdly cute, like a glass baby duckling.
A thing I wrote. Boop
(you know like your guitar as your voice, your public access and recognition, to all the things we both know - and how willingly / unwittingly this was handed over for the sake of being romanced) (you know, your guitar as your voice, your public access, to your side of the story) (there is a lot there to think about i think) (not that girls can’t or don’t play guitar, just that as a girl maybe i didn’t because i felt it was my job to be played guitar for) (also really, i am not even remotely musically inclined, but lbr, neither are a lot of you boys, i see you pushing past this with a tenacity i feel… uneasy, at best, to talk further about)
all i want is forward progress
i don’t even like the story so far but i haven’t been able to get over this song in 2 years. (though i severely disagree with some of the vocal liberties they took with this song - which is now my property, public property, because i love it so i get a say) and will never get over acoustic my favorite pop punk anything (and thinking about the boy / romance / power dynamics at play there and what are they actually, even)
cuddling 40$ beat that rate.
get at me
fuck so out of my price range rn.
$20 / hr of cuddling, help me afford my own bf