Saturday, December 8th, 2007
My emotional connection to music emerged with the flowering of my social life in my mid-teens. Music wasn’t a part of our household really, it had to come from outside.
A Boy gave me or maybe my sister a cassette copy of The Whole Story, probably dubbed from vinyl. It opened with a version of “Wuthering Heights,” which immediately captivated and fascinated us.
We took turns attempting to transcribe the lyrics, trading the tape back and forth as exhaustion and hand cramps hit.
I miss the effort of such sharing and discovery, even though I wouldn’t give up the ease of handling files instead of vinyl, tapes, and discs.
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Monday, December 3rd, 2007
Nirvana is still all about transitions for me: the end of high school, the beginning of college, a friend’s suicide followed by Kurt Cobain’s. But not necessarily about sadness.
Here we are now, under the table in a break room. We’ve been studying, but end up under there for no good reason, each with one bud from my headphones, listening to my tape player. We talk some, kiss some. He strokes my jawline and finds me beautiful. We’re dangerous, and we get it.
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Wednesday, August 8th, 2007
Singable, danceable, syncopated piano pop perfection. I first heard this the summer I moved to St. Paul, on the much-missed Rev 105. Ever since, it summons a jittery happiness from me. I’m dancing in my seat right now, just like I did 12 years ago, toodling around the Twin Cities with my bud Mindy, because I really do like to mix is circles, cliques, and social coterie. I do.
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The summer before I lost my main Oregon job,Modest Mouse broke out with Float On. I was surrounded by water; I was drowning; and the perverse shit keeps happening upbeat song kept me going. It was my soundtrack to my last drive out of town.
Predictably, I am now obsessed with Missed the Boat.
I sense a water theme.
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The first time I heard this song, I lived in St. Paul. I had met a college friend’s brother for drinks, and somehow, we ended up making out in his Minneapolis apartment.
How skeevy does this make me look? ANYWAY.
He was a ballet dancer, one of the prettiest people I’ve ever met, and I had quite the unrequited crush. But back to the song.
It’s fairly absurd, yes, but it was perfect for a hazy gropey moment. I will forever associate it with fall in the upper Midwest. Walking. That amazing aha! of when music grabs you.
And if you’re out there Martin. Sorry I was such a dork. You were also a very good kisser
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