Insignificance


Band: Jim O’Rourke
Album: Insignificance
Best song: “Memory Lame” and “Therefore, I Am” are awesome. “All Downhill From Here” is very good.
Worst song: The final track, “Life Goes Off” is not great.

I didn’t drink in college, so I had a slightly different college experience than a lot of people. Which is to say that my 20th birthday — not one of import like the 21st or 18th, certainly, but a new decade and all — was less raucous than most others’. Two friends and I ate hamburgers at a local landmark. Age 20 is when I got into the University of Missouri Journalism School, unknowingly finalizing my career path for, at least, the next ten years. I stopped eating red meat at age 20, simply for health reasons. I was elected to be program director at my college’s radio station that year. I lived alone — in a single in the dorm, so, not really alone — for the first time that year. Continue reading

The Virgin Suicides


Band: Air
Album: The Virgin Suicides
Best song: “Playground Love” is the only song with actual singing, done by the dude from Phoenix, but “The Word ‘Hurricane'” is a pretty great song.
Worst song: Being that it’s mostly a score, it’s hard to discount any single part of the album.

With a little peak inside my brain, here’s the story of how the piece about 2000 has happened/will not happen:

I finally finished a 3,000-word thing — it’s taken about six weeks to write — about my college girlfriend, largely basing it around a lovely quote from the awesome Dan Harmon (“Is there any such thing as true love?” The question is the important thing. There’s no answer.) from a recent interview. It’s lengthy and it talks a lot about my views on love, based on that quote (as though you haven’t already gotten tired of my philosophical ramblings). Continue reading

Summerteeth


Band: Wilco
Album: Summerteeth
Best song: There are no bad songs, but I’d suggest that there are a few not-great songs. My favorite is probably “Via Chicago,” but that changes with the day.
Worst song: “Summer Teeth” isn’t great.

This is, most-assuredly, a first-world post. I can understand if anyone who was not raised within the cocoon of suburbia and higher education and such cannot relate to it. Hell, it may not even translate to those who did not go to a college or university large enough to sustain the type of experience I am about to describe. Continue reading