i saw this cup.
didnt you ever see a cup that stole your eye?
i want this cup.
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Older: the smiths
i walked down harris park today and passed a dead raccoon. it was covered in flies and they parted as i passed then reamassed. i thought to myself “that should smell so foul i almost throw up.” about ten yards away the foulest rankest most fantastically oppressive smell this side of hipster apartments hit me so hard i almost cried. it was about that time that i thought about the song hand in glove. i mean i know the smiths. how cant you. even if you hate them tons of asshole people like me say “what are you talking about the smiths kill?” but actually the smiths dont appeal to me from a ‘my lifetime’ slice. ok this is a stupid point to make. obviously millions of people have experienced the great classical works on so many levels it makes orgasm look like a happy meal. but i have never adored classical music. i have listened to it and been consumed by a select few pieces that im sure are viewed as greatest hits stigmata but never to the extent that i have been driven to madness. point being i think the smiths can be rightfully claimed by others slightly before me. the same goes for madness ac/dc stevie wonder public enemy and so many mas. i feel like they are owned and adored by many before me and i will never know what its like to love the smiths when you could go see the smiths and swoon in unison with thousands alike. and dont pull the morrissey card. yes. morrissey. amazing. smiths? come on. johnny marr. queen is dead. thats it. period. it doesnt happen twice. you die when you see the smiths. if you dont you slept. and so i can explode in adulation when listening to the smiths privately but who are the bands of my time? bands who i know and kill me and i have seen and it was singular and temporally distinct? the lucksmiths. the gossip. marisa monte. super furry animals. mc chris. ron sexsmith. sasha. chemical brothers. buena vista social club. there are a lot more. i want to see metal hearts live. im obsessed with them. i want to see the fiery furnaces live. not at sxsw or any other festival. festivals are food processors for new music. the wishlist? if i could be in THAT moment with certain bands these would be some of them: xtc. joy division. chopin. jeff buckley. los lobos. jellyfish. television. wire. residents. jorge bem. its not comprehensive. nor is it instructive. its my distillation.
Newer: the ironic lasting taste in a mouth of young (aka greetings to new brunette).
the fact of the matter is my taste in music has been shaped by four people. obviously i am my own person these days and i listen to what i want, retarded and bad as it may be in my white sheet opinion. but the people that set me on the path of music consumption as a hobby are nameable. (this is not to say i have the same retention or zest for music.) my parents sing songs and the parrots have memorized the songs. zahir will rattle off lyrics he finds amusing about albums that he heard once arif will proclaim an album fantastic to deaf ears and years later others follow suit. mom and dad were singing to meena dutt for years while making omelets on sunday and now hindi music is in my brain etched in permanence. and both sang songs at bedtime to myself and yasmin. iqbal shamim zahir arif. i was thinking about it and im glad that they got to me before radio did. because now i have a healthy distaste for MOST of the radio which is warranted and predictable. as i watch body of an american performed on saturday night live i realize that if things arent impressed on you as a child that the odds of them being impressed on you as an adult diminish rapidly. and since im not smart enough to make the decisions i do lately in order to effect the ‘right’ course of action i know i have predecessors to thank in some way shape or form. thanks. I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together. im impressed by my history not by my action. does that mean i get to forgo arrogance and move on to ancesntral and familial columnist by default?
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yes, i actually have. it was the holy grail. god’s symbol of divine grace. beats the hell out of your little juice glass.