Saturday, December 6, 2008

Revenge of the Obssesion

So here's the truth. Lately I've been in a bit of a music rut. I blame my massive disgust with hipster culture (even now I can feel all of 2nd and 3rd in SLC waving their middle finger at me). These self-indulgent yuppies almost soured my passion for music, as I suffered an identity crisis that left me wondering whether I really liked certain songs or if I was just another poser.

I managed to take a step back and evaluate my life. What did I come away with? Some simple facts: I'm not wearing skinny jeans and an excess of eyeliner, I don't own a fixed gear bike, and waifish guys with ironic mustaches are not attractive to me. I think I'm safe from hipsterdom. While some aspects intrigue me (bangs, awesome scarves, and an affinity for acoustic jams), those are distinctly me, not some attempt to fit into the latest slacker wannabe fad. So suck it monkeys. The music I listen to exists because it appeals to me, not because it is super underground and gives me some questionable cred.

Anyway, let me get off of my rant and back to the point. After a semester of reliving Weezer and Radiohead obessesions, I've been desperate for at least one new track to wear smooth with repeats. This week I found a few (and rediscovered old favorites), so I introduce my playlist of the week, songs I've been jamming and shaking my groove thang to as I walk down the street to campus. I'm sure I've given random passers by quite a show.

1. The Sound, Human Highway
2. Penny Waiting on Change, Homemade Jamz Blues Band
3. I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance, Black Kids
4. Dancing Days, Led Zeppelin
5. Die Alone, Ingrid Michaelson
6. Bury Me With It, Modest Mouse
7. When the River Meets the Sea, John Denver & the Muppets
8. Lost in the Supermarket, The Clash
9. Hustle Beach, Baby Teeth
10. Accelerated Dickery, the Delicious

Friday, December 5, 2008


So I'm kind of grossed out because I found a hair on my toothbrush tonight. While it was in my mouth.
By "kind of" I mean "extremely", and by "grossed out", I mean "close to vomiting".