been here before
during the trip here, to madison, there was a recall of events: this evening two years ago i convened, all together for the first time, with the friends who are now my rocks; there’s the isthmus from the air again; here are the burly corn-fed folks i’m to rub shoulders with; there’s that lake that will stink with/from heat in a few weeks; etc.
a resolution: this summer will not be that summer. instead — a work regimen, temperance, an eye toward phd exams, moderate attachments. (to make it worth what i had to miss to be here; to make up for delinquency.)
silently, quietly
on repeat, and at the top of my early summer playlist –
and i don’t know why; it’s definitely not blonde redhead’s best song.
maybe it’s tictactictac … tumtumtumtumtum; or the sailor and port metaphor; or those wispy background vocals that inch up when the melody steps down; or a sound that crosses the rhythmic thumps of blondie and the melodic earnestness of 60s girl groups.
sounds like: leaving for the summer to the unknown known.
when side one was side one
a great series up at pfork, in which they ask indie rock-types what music they were into at 5-year intervals of their lives. you get glimpses like this, re: public enemy’s fear of a black planet:
It’s so arresting, especially the first half. I love records where you can’t stop playing side one– and that was back when side one was side one, you know. I didn’t get on to side two for about three months because I was just so blown away by the first side of the cassette.
a nice intersection of past obsessions, material markers of time, a bit of celebrity.