“He acts up to this personification of some sort of Pete Doherty character — some really wasted English guy with a poet soul and it doesn’t really work. It is a bit like, ‘Mate, you’re on Gossip Girl and you’re in a shitty band.’ We spoke for a bit and he was quite lecherous. But he was lecherous to all the girls. He’s very small, too. Smaller than me. I’m 5’7” and I think he must be 5’6”. He’s ripped. But when you’re small and ripped you get into Tom Cruise territory, like a little overgrown gorilla.”—
First is news that earlier today literally hundreds of people lined up to apply for jobs at a new grocery store opening in the city. Some of them were in suits. Not only will I not get a job in this town, but if I do by some miracle secure employment I won’t deserve it. I blame GM.
Second is the return of some unfocused anxieties related to the fact that my Plan A is to get into grad school with a relevant minor, rather than major. I am too sick of all the filler courses to keep going after a bachelor of whatever for much longer. (On the bright side, I am still having a delightful time googling distant, exotic cities and seeing what kinds of universities they offer. Latest google crush: Melbourne.)
Yes, come to Melbourne! What universities where you looking at in particular?
Although, if you’re worried about the 30°C+ weather in St. Catharines, it’s probably best you head elsewhere during our summer.
Lately I have been attending numerous live concerts after ‘going on a break’ from ‘going to shows’ since the audiences got too tweeny. I have been going through a very concertially existential…
Another incredible HRO post. Bravo, CRLS. (via yvynyl)
“AGES 23.75- 25.5: FEELING ‘DISENCHANTED’ ABOUT WHERE UR LIFE IS, AND FINALLY REALIZING THAT YOU’RE NOT 19 ANY MORE/THE PEOPLE YOU ARE WATCHING ON STAGE ARE LIVING THE LIFE THAT YOU THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE LIVING.”
Sounds vaguely familiar.
This feels like my life has been accurately mapped out for me. Damn, crls.
I love the new splash page for the Meredith Music Festival website. The Notlongnow Seniors Resort! In Lakes Entrance! As a former resident of Gippsland, I can confirm for you that this is perfect. If you’re at the end of your life, Lakes Entrance just reassures you that there’s nothing to live for. And that mosquitoes can grow to the size of a dinner plate.
I particularly enjoy the to-do list:
To do when I get back from hols:
weed out some dickheads
ban horrible loud music in campsites
ban them bloody couches-on-stilts in the amphitheatre
get the chainsaw serviced in case ban doesn’t work
see wizard about magic letter weblinks
look for rosary beads and pray for better weather than last year
Even though last year’s festival provided me with one of the mostconflictingexperiencesofmylife, it’s a festival that I will go back to time and time again. If only life could be one big Meredith… (I’d be horribly unhygenic).
Id Engager / So Begins Our Alabee / Triphallus, To Punctuate! / She’s A Rejecter / For Our Elegant Caste / Touched Something’s Hollow / An Eluardian Instance / Heimdalsgate Like A Promethean Curse / Gallery Piece / Wraith Pinned To The Mist and Other Games / Women’s Studies Victims / St. Exquisite’s Confessions / Eros’ Entropic Tundra / Nonpareil of Favor / October Is Eternal / Wicked Wisdom / Disconnect The Dots / Knight Rider / And I’ve Seen A Bloody Shadow / Plastis Wafers / Beware Our Nubile Miscreants / Mingusings / A Sentence Of Sorts In Kongsvinger // Gronlandic Edit / Requiem For OMM2
This is the show before the legendary concert-with-the-horse in NYC, but it’s almost exactly the same setlist, the only difference being that they played “OMM2” instead of “Smells Like Teen Spirit” in the encore. This show was recorded by NPR, so the sound quality is very high, if not exactly perfect. Yes, you are missing something without seeing the staging, skits, etc, but it’s still a pretty amazing thing to hear, especially since live drumming replaces most of the usually-programmed percussion.
The only thing you can do is love them. You can’t be with them or even express your feelings of affection. The relationship is always one-sided, devoid of completion, lacking a whole. They exist and you feed off of their existence, unsure of yourself but sure of your devotion.
I suggest you pop this in your Spank Bank folder to play in the background to the bassist slideshow.
Only now am I reconsidering the mention of this folder on Tumblr. Like, I know that I’m a dirty pervert, but one needs to keep up appearances. Horrible thing is, the bass in the intro is perfectly suited.
My Bloody Valentine - Soft As Snow (But Warm Inside)
These lyrics are really quite saucy. For example, without boring you with the entire wanton expression of lasciviousness:
Touch your head, then your hair Softer, softer everywhere Fingertips are burning Can I touch you there Soft as velvet eyes can see Bring me close to ecstacy High away to heaven And I’m coming too Float now coming down on me Handed you what I cannot see Feel the big happy, you’re exploding me