Benchmarking
Sunday, May 30
Beck's album Sea Change is one album I can come back to consistently. I once read this interview with Wayne Coyne, who toured with Beck, and he tells a story in which Beck was disgusted by Wayne's description of Sea Change as "genius," dismissing the entire thing solely as his "breakup" album.
And that is pretty apparent throughout the entire album, but I guess its purpose to me is different than Beck's intended purpose for most of his music, which is some pretty weird shit, but I like that stuff a lot, too. But anyway, I like this album a lot, it almost makes me want to get my heart broken in the most melodramatic, hurtful, theatrical, mind-warping way possible, just because. Plus, it seems anything would be better than this muddled, teenagerific idiocy that blows around in my head all day.
I'm having more and more problems with myself lately (refer back to "manly wool" for an even vaguer abstraction!).
Another album I'm glad I can always come back to listen to is The Best of Chet Baker Sings. His airy voice perfectly matches his subject matter, which is, of course, love and the like.
I think I envy those who can be so purposefully depressed, because every once in a while I find myself feeling like crap for no good reason.
I think the word "benchmarking" is pretty odd. Also, there are shards of a ceramic jar to the right of my desk. I don't remember breaking it, but it's pretty damn broken. Pretty fucking broken.
And that is pretty apparent throughout the entire album, but I guess its purpose to me is different than Beck's intended purpose for most of his music, which is some pretty weird shit, but I like that stuff a lot, too. But anyway, I like this album a lot, it almost makes me want to get my heart broken in the most melodramatic, hurtful, theatrical, mind-warping way possible, just because. Plus, it seems anything would be better than this muddled, teenagerific idiocy that blows around in my head all day.
I'm having more and more problems with myself lately (refer back to "manly wool" for an even vaguer abstraction!).
Another album I'm glad I can always come back to listen to is The Best of Chet Baker Sings. His airy voice perfectly matches his subject matter, which is, of course, love and the like.
I think I envy those who can be so purposefully depressed, because every once in a while I find myself feeling like crap for no good reason.
I think the word "benchmarking" is pretty odd. Also, there are shards of a ceramic jar to the right of my desk. I don't remember breaking it, but it's pretty damn broken. Pretty fucking broken.
Labels: Falling, I wish I was always falling.
