Tuesday, December 30
warped flashbacks with soundtrack
if I were a Carpenter which is like having a warped flashback with soundtrack.
The Carpenters Greatest Hits was one of the first eight-track Santa brought us way back in the seventies - the same year he left a groovy black and chrome eight-track player under the tree. How my family loved The Carpenters. Because of Karen, I always wanted to play the drums. Instead I just dated drummers. That little tidbit says something right there, folks - mark my between the lines word.
Yet it's not the Carpenters I'm listening to - it's Red Kross covering Yesterday Once More and Red Kross doesn't take me to the 70s. Red Kross is early nineties and I'm perma-drink in hand party girl thumping in the front row while the McDonald brothers grab my fancy with Jimmy´s Fantasy. Holy crow, what I can actually remember of those times was mostly insane and totally unsuitable for this blog. And I had totally forgotten until just this moment, that it was Jason Lee in the video for that song. Back then, he was no Earl, he was Airwalks and Stereo.
So yes, innocent childhood memories warped by a murky blackmail-ladened period. Ain't life grand?
Anyhow, listening to this old stuff, regardless of the era it makes all shiny and perfect looking, is making me all cliché and forcing me to reflect on the past year. What a coincidence that this is the end of the year. Or maybe it's no coincidence that I'm doing all this reflecting and shit, because I recently compiled a list of the favourite posts I wrote over at Savvy Source, for the last list day of 2008. And now that I think about it, that post probably had more to do with the reflecting on the past year, at least more than the music presently cranked in my buds.
ANYHOW... 2008 was an incredibly interesting year. I try to refrain from the use of adjectives good or bad because sometimes the bad is good when allowed to age, n'est pas? Yes, tho' it is true that sometimes the bad stays just that: bad. But the good, good sometimes springs forth from a turd.
Oh wait - now it's Elvis Costello Everyday I Write The Book and I'm happily mired in the eighties. Oh hell, now I need some Squeeze. Back in the days that accompanied that particular score, failed relationships seemed like the end of the world, males were the only mystery, and everything else was melodrama circled with black eyeliner. Now it's all about keeping sanity while pursuing the unattainable dewiness of youth. Oh how things have changed.
Shuffle has taken me to Buffalo Tom Taillights Fade. Now there is a hungover roadtrip background. Winding roads, salted wounds, razor blades, and unsuitable suitors - that's what that is.
Shuffle has made me her bitch: Talking Heads Once in a Lifetime. Oh please don't make 2009 same as it ever was. Wait - that's not possible. For some reason, I associate the Talking Heads with the first time I saw Eraserhead. Now there's a cinematic cherry popping experience - perhaps that explains the evolution of my movie snobbery. Woah, did you miss that tangent because I never saw it coming - that was a total blindside that made no sense.
So you know how the sense of smell is the strongest memory trigger? I beg to differ. iTimeTravel sometimes with clarity that hurts. But that which did not kill me makes me stronger and go all Nietzsche on your ass. Hey 2009, I [once again] proclaim to learn from my mistakes. Word.
Care to join - what's your resolution(s)? I'm writing a list of my other resolutions and probable failure rates for my next post. My dentist will be proud - I put flossing daily on this list. Little does he know that the probable failure on that one is 97%.