This song swings it legs, languid, over the edge of the bed, but then as the sheets drop, they reveal a smoky cute voice, the pouty girl version of Herman Dune. And as we're suzanne-vega'd through cloudy Paris streets, hands tucked inside our sleeves, 'growing up' seems like a place you end up, not a place you go towards. To quote a remark left on one of my papers for school, thing song is 'hilariously mistaken' in its resignation. If only my chair hadn't been destroyed, I'd have somewhere to sit down. [MySpace] [thank you Olwen]
I may not be right, but I know you're wrong. I look at your damn beautiful face standing there, spouting those barbs, call them promises, at me. And you're nothing but sweet to me, and your clothes all have my name in them, and your car is made out of a short story with my face in the title. But how dare you do that to us? Now this can never work, 'cause now I have to leave. Have my cake and throw it away. [Buy]
Posted by Dan at March 19, 2007 3:38 AMYou know Dan, I read that Jay Reatard three times, the third time out loud, and though I don't really know what you're talking about I think I know exactly what you mean.
Posted by Matthew at March 19, 2007 11:21 AM"Have my cake and throw it away."
For the next five minutes, this is my favourite thing ever written.
Posted by JKelly at March 20, 2007 8:04 AMSeriously. I haven't even listened to the darned thing yet, and here you come all words and gravel and loose change at me.
And you're nothing but sweet to me, and your clothes all have my name in them, and your car is made out of a short story with my face in the title.
Excellent writing, Dan. Points to you.
Perhaps difficult or oblique pieces. Certainly wonder is a product (in the mathematico-multiplicatory or the chemico-equative sense) of these traces. Poignant. Intelligent. Slightly brash. Slightly troublesome. Good use of noun-verbing, as in "suzanne-vega'd".
Proper props, Professor!
PS I need to hear the "hilariously mistaken" story.
it was a paper on Bugs Bunny. for a history of animation course. I attempted to prove that the Bugs cartoons directed by Chuck Jones and Friz Freleng were undeniably "funnier" than those directed by Robert Clampett and Tex Avery. I didn't fully realise that to do this, I also, on the side, needed to objectify a subjective quality. That part didn't go so hot, 'cause I kind of ignored that I was taking that as assumed. It was my favourite course in university, and my lowest mark. JT - we should hang out.
Posted by Dan at March 21, 2007 4:50 PMDan, your writing is delicious. WHat a surprise to stumble across words like shims and paving stones, that stabilize me and bring melody.
Posted by JC at April 7, 2007 5:36 PM
and it will begin playing. All songs are also available to download: just right-click the link and choose 'Save as...'
