Don’t ask me why I obsessively look to rock ’n’ roll bands for some kind of model for a better society. I guess it’s just that I glimpsed something beautiful in a flashbulb moment once, and perhaps mistaking it for prophecy have been seeking its fulfillment ever since.
- Lester Bangs
I don't know what to do anymore. I can't keep wishing, hoping, dreaming of the day you realize that I'm what you want. I think it's time I realize it's just not going to happen. I fell in love with you. So fast. Trust me, that's not something I'm happy to admit..you got to me, unlike anyone else. I guess to you it was just a "summer fling," but to me..it was anything but that. I started off with the same mentality you did. I just wanted to have fun. Then YOU, not me, started the whole "relationship" conversations. Out of nowhere, we switched places. I was suddenly the one who wanted more and you were the one unable to give it. I feel like such an idiot for even thinking that your drunken words were true. I don't expect you to read this. and if you do, i sure as hell don't expect you to be able to understand this is for you. It seems random, out of the blue, right? Wrong. I've been silently holding everything in so that i don't "call you out," which is what led to us not seeing eachother in the first place. If you opened up a little and let yourself become just a little vulnerable, i wouldn't have to call you out. You hurt me. You don't even seem to notice you did. As much as it hurts, I have to let go and end this back-and-forth thing we have going on. You either love someone, or you don't. Clearly, you do not. Goodbye.
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Nineteen...you're only 19 for God's sakes, you don't need a boyfriend.
It may be a bit early for 'year end' lists and things like that, but once they holidays hit all bets are off for how much free time I might have so I thought I better get this thing up while I could. I will leave the compiling of lists to people who are much better at it and much more thorough than I.
Here are my favorite 28 songs of the past year...in no particular order.
Some stats:
# of Animal Collective songs: 0
# of remixes: 0
# of new pornographers: 2
# of Ohio bands: 3
# of British bands: 5
# of songs I loved this year and probably forgot to include: Too many to count
Nothing. I have nothing to say. At all. Hence the lack of blog-tivity lately. But I did take a really nice, relaxing late Autumn walk last night and had three marvelous songs pop up via the shuffle mode. And since this space was going unused, i figured I'd fill it with those songs.
Date: 2009-09-22, 5:45AM EDT I have bad back problems, and need someone to sit on my lap for four hours a day ,it helps me straigten my, back I know it sound weird but it helps , willing to pay ten dollars and hour for four hours , twice a week , has to be in good shape and looking for a male to do it because they are stronger to do this sort of job, if you are interested e mail , this is not bs ,you could watch tv, use computer I will even give you food, please respond , just want to let you know that I am not gay or anything like that , just need the weight of you leaning on me , that is all, and sitting on me helps , trust me this is not what I wanted but it helps, thank you
Date: 2009-11-11, 3:35PM EST Reply to: job-7r6yt-1461610096@craigslist.org[Errors when replying to ads?] "Dancing Box" need to stand in front of our location holding sign and attracting attention. Fridays from 10am to 3pm, Saturdays from 10am to 3pm. Please apply if you can work every Friday and Saturday and are serious about this position
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Serioulsy...don't waste their time unless you are serious about a career as a dancing box.
Elliot Smith always sounded like November to me, God rest his soul. Just something about the bitter-sweetness of his voice that seemed to jive so well with this time of year in Ohio.
The reason I bring this up at all, is that the weird irony glitch in the Itunes shuffle mode seemed to kick in again this evening. I was just sitting here, minding my own business, returning a few emails when these two songs came on....back to back. Each one reminding me a lot of Mr. Smith...and thus, that November-esque sound. Had to pass them along...
...or my email is anyway! Hey, it's me Blair...the Certain Songs staff of one. I just do this for the love of the music and am in no way trying to rip anybody off, so if you are an artist or a record label and you are not happy that I am promoting your music, or you want me to take a song down, just shoot me an email and I will most definitely oblige.
And please support the artists I post here in whatever way you can if you do download a song...go to a show, buy some merch, buy an album...these songs are the soundtrack to my life and I just love to share them. But I can only do that if the insanely talented artist responsible for said songs are able to eat.
I also love hearing new stuff...so any submissions can also be sent to my email, I will try my bestest to listen to everything and get back to you all...peace,love,rock n' roll.
csmusicblog@gmail.com
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Mission Statement
I guess you're old enough to know. Kids out on the east coast. Roughly twenty years old. Got coaxed out by a certain perfect ratio. Of warm beer to the summer smoke. And the meat loaf to the billy joel. Certain songs they get so scratched into our souls.
She goes low on the seats when she gets high in her car. She looks shallow but shes neck deep in the steamy dreams of the guys along the harbor bars. She's pulling out her shirttails and jacking up her socks. Stern and stoned and confident, coming up towards the jukebox. Born into the only songs that everybody finally sings along. B-1 is for the good girls. It's only the good die young. C-9 is for the making eyes. It's paradise by the dashboard light. D4 is for the lovers. B12 is for the speeders. And the hard drugs are for the bartenders and the kitchen workers and the bartender's friends. And they're playing it again. Ellen Foley gives us hope. Certain songs they get scratched into our souls.
I guess you're old enough to know. Kids out on the west coast are taking off their clothes. Screwing in the surf and going out to shows. They get high and ride around in gtos. I guess you're old enough to know. CERTAIN SONGS THEY GET SCRATCHED INTO OUR SOULS. - The Hold Steady
