new music, justifying a pup, and the end of the world
05-20-2011
For me, 2011 has given me a ton of really great music. Between the James Vincent McMorrow, Dawes, and now Bon Iver albums, my ears a peachy. I've even come across some really great covers, too. At the bottom I've posted a great Modest Mouse Cover by Broken Social Scene. Just typing that last sentence made my jeans go hipster tight and my beer turn Pabst nasty, but the cover is great. New music on the bottom - happy ears for everybody.
All this great new music has been a great distraction for the real "settling in" pains I've got for this whole "up and move to Texas" thing I've pulled off. Don't get me wrong, I definitely came for the right reasons. I just think I'm going through the to be expected mini freak-outs of not knowing anybody. As cliché as it is to start anything with "As I've gotten older I've really come to realize," but as I've gotten older I've really come to realize (shut up) that the true costs of most the decisions I make don't ever become apparent immediately. I want adventure, travel, and as much fresh damn air as possible. In chasing those things I never realized how much having roots somewhere can be worth. Of course, that is until you have none. Now, don't go reading this as yours truly's emo moment in the sun - Josh has yet to don black t shirts and listen to a Dashboard Confessional album (and I never will) and stage a sit in drinking wine out of a box by his lonesome - but I have had a beer alone, cranked up my iTunes library and got to thinking about my time in Nashville and NYC. Blah blah blah, shit changes. Fuck it, I'm getting a dog.
So, the world is ending, or at least a few crackpots with more money then sense are preaching via billboards and bumper stickers. Tomorrow at 6pm, apparently. Now we all know this is a crock of shit (if you doubt this you are spending your last moments on the wrong page of the internet, friend), but I think it could be fun to play along. Maybe start some riots and pillage a BMW dealership. I'm sorry, but if religious nut jobs have the right to try and scare the bejesus out of the rest of us every couple of hours, what with their raptures and constant judging of other people for sport, I feel the rest of us should get at least one shot in. This is why I am advocating "punch a zealot" day. Really, it will never be more than an ad campaign aimed at hyping a day when those without faith (us heathens) will organize a massive march of fisticuffs on our brethren of the cloth. Kicker is there will be no real date. It will just be a campaign with t-shirts, bumper stickers, and the occasional candidate for public office. Any more than that and we'd be fulfilling our end of the hype more than the other side has ever been able to come through on. So, no punches folks, just the promise. Keep it fair.
Here's the music, internet friends. Enjoy your Rapture tomorrow. Or don't.
- j
New Tallest Man:
The Tallest Man on Earth (New Song, Live) by TwentyFourBit.com
New Bon Iver (annoying format, I know):
Broken Social Scene covers Modest Mouse:
Broken Social Scene » Modest Mouse from The Voice Project on Vimeo.
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