Saturday, January 21, 2006

How could I get through a day without music?

Answer: I couldn't. My life is like a soundtrack. Today required the Shins and Iron & Wine. Modest Mouse probably would have fit the bill better, but I only listen to a select few tracks off of Good News for People Who Love Bad News. I just didn't have the energy to censor myself today.

Tomorrow will probably be a Relient K day (well, that rhymes nicely) as Sundays normally are. Monday mornings too. Tuesdays and Wednesdays generally call for Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, and Wolf Parade. Fridays depend on plans. Normally the Garden State and Eternal Sunshine soundtracks when I'm home, White Stripes or Franz Ferdinand when I'm not.

The musical is coming along swimmingly. The set looks great, and the map we created..er, creating...looks great.

WARNING: DO NOT HANDLE BURLAP WITHOUT PROTECTIVE EYE COVERING. KEEP AWAY IF YOU HAVE CONTACTS OR PROBLEMS WITH...FLOATY PIECES OF...BURLAP.

No really, it can get ugly.

Today's thoughts can be summed up in the following lyrical rampage:

"I think I'll go home and mull this over
before I cram it down my throat
at long last it's crashed, the colossal mass
has broken up into bits in my moat."
-Caring is Creepy, the Shins

"I don't know how you can stand next to me
You talk like a noose
And only confuse my perplexity
Now that I'm so sad and not quite right."
-In This Home On Ice, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah


"You were no ordinary drain on her defenses
and she was no ordinary girl
Oh, Inverted World
if every moment of our lives
were cradled softly in the hands of some strange and gentle child
I'd not roll my eyes so."
-One by One All Day, the Shins


"But when they're parking their cars on your chest
you've still got a view of the summer sky
to make it hurt twice when your restless body
caves to its whims
and suddenly struggles to take flight..."
-Know Your Onion!, the Shins


"I can cut mustard well enough."
-Girl Inform Me, the Shins
(I just thought that one was funny.)


"They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now," but we'll stay..."
-Such Great Heights, Iron and Wine


"It has too much to do with me
and secretly I want to bury in the yard
the grey remains of a friendship scarred."
-Kissing the Lipless, the Shins


Lotta Shins, I know, but it sums it up well enough. 'Cept for the mustard one...

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