August 22nd, 2004 shut up billy bragg
i’m staying up tonight to watch/tape music videos, and if that’s not a sign of me going insane…
as i’ve said many times over to myself, things are reverting to their old states, which scares and reassures me at the same time. one of these things being music - hard to explain, maybe it’s a certain gut feeling and excitement, not forgetting music itself being a signifier of a time. if certain feelings remain the same, does it mean i haven’t really gotten anywhere? if they’ve changed, do i need to watch out for my jaded self?
i’ve been listening to my snout and tomorrow people cds nonstop, which were the same things i listened to nonstop when i was twenty (’you should be aware/ and count your pubic hair/ oh yeah’). i even pulled out the first piece of vinyl i bought - ‘whiteout’ by boss hog, which i haven’t heard in years (christina martinez sure is fetching, but for most of this album she emotes so coldly that you have to wait for jon spencer to wake you up).
i used to spend a lot of time inbetween classes (or just not going to class) trawling secondhand cd shops and record stores, being a good way of wasting time before catching a bus (or missing them). the other day i caught myself spending way too long looking at the vinyl when there was plenty of time but not enough cash, being in a similar situation. oh, and i still laugh at corny old record shop people (”you know, sufjan stevens?” “what an odd name”).
in honour of me being uncashed-up and waiting for a phone call from the library to tell me i can have the job, here are my five favourite songs right now that i don’t own a physical copy of (ha ha):
tears me in two - the stems
all the young dudes - david bowie
cibicco san - number girl
shinjuku no onna - fuji keiko
it could be love - camouflage nights
uh huh.