You Wore Your Expectations Like an Armored Suit

In which I gush about the power of R.E.M. to make me a happy teenager again.

Perfect: "Dry Your Eyes," The Streets

I'm not so great with memorizing things, but somehow music makes such an impression on me that I've got a nearly savant-like ability to remember the dates when albums were released. It makes sense I suppose: I'm a musical learner after all, and so it checks that I could remember that that STP album was 1993 and that Soul Asylum one was 1992 and that Flaming Lips album was 2002. This carries over to mean that I have to filter through what music was playing at the time in order to remember personal dates. So, I know that we were living in the house we built in Marengo because of the fact that I can remember listening to "Black Gold" while cleaning the garage. I know that 8th grade was 1991 because, hello Nirvana (plus Nate listening to Nine Inch Nails from the year before). So, that means that songs get tied to relationships, of course, of course. There are albums or songs that just naturally end up solidly meaning that person at that time in that place, and there's nothing I can do about that (nor would I want to, even). I remember how appalled I was when a friend said to me, "you can't do that you know." I can't not do that -- I can't fathom memories not filtered in this way. Maybe that's another reason why music just means so much. I'm a veteran of a few long-distance relationships, too, and those songs mailed off to each other, postage to other countries or continents? Even more weight. This also means, as you might imagine, when a relationship goes south, and stays there, whole albums or songs have to get deleted from the hard drive, figuratively and literally. This doesn't happen often, though it can be pretty significant. The Streets' "Dry Your Eyes" loosely fits in this category.

Other People's Words, April 8th

With the Muxtape phenomenon spreading like viral wildfire, this was bound to happen sooner or later. [via]

An overly bitter, shockingly honest list of 5 Karaoke Songs that Ladies Should Never Sing as an Attempt at Getting Attention. [via]

Darnielle posted a bit more about his illness; get well soon, eh?

The Sound Opinions South By Southwest wrap-up is always enlightening, plus it includes their take on the new REM.

Even livejournal is good for questions like Can anyone...recommend some more good music on the minimalist/ambient front? Soon, Casey, soon.

Finally, my good friend Zach (aka Crazy Purple People) and I started a twitter site to track our daily earworm conversations. Coming to a sidebar near you!

Metadusting

I'm trying to enter the world of CSS tweaking in order to make this place look a bit less boring than before.

A big thanks to Erin for putting up with me getting stuck on the desk for a few hours.

No love to the desk, though.

Anyway, if you know stuff about wordpress layouts, or have a good place to go to pick some up, let me know in the comments.
I might keep this theme for a while, or I might decide that I am annoyed and try another.