I'm compiling a few intricate mix CDs right now. I want to make two collections by next June. One is of four CDs - each one representing one year of highschool. Songs that describe my year would be on here, and songs i discovered that year. For example, sophmore year would have a far happier tone than junior year. The second mix is 100 songs that sum me up. What I liked, what I like, what I am wrapped up in 100 songs stretched on 5 discs.
I started reading a book today. It's called Kill Your Idols, and I've had it since March 6th, 2006. I know this because I received it as a birthday present from a friend who didn't know what to get me. I read some of it when I got home that day, but then I went to my dad's. Between being grounded that March, moving to a new house, and some issues with friends, I forgot about the book I had started until I saw it about an hour ago.
The book is criticisms of classic albums by famous music critics. I imagine she got it for me because of immense and intense love for music and writing about music and figured I would enjoy it. Which I did/am currently doing, so great job there for my 16th birthday. I was alarmed by some of the chapters. For example, I love Nirvana's Nevermind, Radiohead's OK Computer, and The Beach Boys' Pet Sounds. However, the idea that someone would finally criticize these beloved albums of past generations from the Stones, Springsteen, and the Sex Pistols makes me smile.
Even more smile inducing was that even if one was to hate Pet Sounds for some reason, it's damn near impossible to deny the inherent greatness that is in my opinion the best pop song ever, "God Only Knows". One of (if not the) first songs to use God in the title. Also, it has a beautiful melody and is a generally fucking awesome song. I don't often use "fucking awesome" to describe a simple love song, but this is so well crafted that something in the song gets to me every time that is usually only reserved for the ending chorus of Jeff Buckley's cover of "Hallelujah". I can't cry. I don't have it in me for some reason. If I could, 2007 would have been the year it happened because for every great thing that's happened to me this year, there's been something that was just terrible and soul crushingly sad. From what people tell me, this is usually where they start to cry, and I feel this way when I hear "God Only Knows". It just touched me on this really personal level for some reason.
It also makes me think of the completely inappropriateness of the song selection that my school has. Explanation for that: Before 3rd hour, the school has a few seniors pick out songs to play to full up 5 minutes. Anyways...the first day that my best friend wasn't at my school after transferring, they put on "God Only Knows" followed by "Yesterday" by The Beatles. I'm thankful I can't cry, because if I could, everyone would have seen Simon walking down the halls with tears running. I imagine that would be quite a comical sight for anyone who is like me and occasionally (read: often) laughs at other people's misfortunes.
Maybe next time I can write about my intense love for The Shins, or the bad 80s song "Heat of the Moment" or bad songs that I love.
Simon.
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That was an extremely emotional blog for you. And I'm glad you like the book. I read the Sex Pistols bit and laughed so hard I peed a little (not really I just wanted to quote Elliot).
I don't know how I'd react to a crying Simon. Part of me thinks I'd laugh, another would run to get the Meow cup, and the other would want to comfort. Though I'm not really a comforter, I'm more of a persuader as we well know.
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