Last Three Months Theme - Entry Five: Which Wolf Do You Feed?

7. Casiotone For the Painfully Alone


I was driving through Half Moon Bay on my way home from Santa Cruz on an uncharacteristically dry, clear November day. I pulled off of Highway One at a lonely turnout on the coastline to sit and watch the sunset. I walked away from the road and closer to the water and climbed onto a boulder – a broken piece of the cliffs typical of Northern California beaches, and from atop my mountain I looked down over the sea and watched as the horizon disintegrated slowly into obscurity. I was reminded of a trait Kurt Vonnegut adopted from his uncle which he then shared in his book “A Man Without a Country.” His uncle, Kurt related, when doing something enjoyable such as sitting in the garden and sipping lemonade would often acknowledge and vocalize how nice the moment was – he wouldn’t let it pass by disregarded. Kurt then wrote, “I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’” I have also adopted this habit, and sitting at the ocean as dusk set in I said the words quietly to myself.

There was nothing particularly special about the experience – I’ve seen dozens of sunsets at the beach and I’ve made the drive up the coastal highway dozens of times – but for whatever reason sitting alone at that moment I felt contented to my core. That feeling is what comes to mind when I listen to Casiotone for the Painfully Alone. The cheerful, cheap keyboards and fuzzy drum beats paired with earnest narrations and genuine lyrical confessions is something I find utterly lovely – and I’ve discovered no matter how many times I’ve heard it I can’t listen to a track without pausing to acknowledge its niceness. Bay Area native Owen Ashworth is the mastermind behind the lo-fi indietronica solo-project. His albums contain some of the most heart-wrenching songwriting I’ve heard, his lyrics at once playful, stoic, and desperately miserable. I suppose my use of the word “nice” may differ from the way it is construed by other people. This juxtaposition of niceness beside misery, pain paired with pleasure, sorrow communicated through cheerful melodies reminds me of a Cherokee legend.

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An old Grandfather said to his grandson, who came to him angry at a friend who he felt had done him an injustice, "Let me tell you a story...

“I too, at times, have felt a great resentment for those who have taken so much ,with no seeming sorrow or remorse for what they do. I have struggled with these feelings many times." He continued, "It is as if there are two wolves inside me engaged in a challenging conflict.

"One is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing.”

He continued, "The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. He does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him, and does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way.

“Sometimes, it is a challenge to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit. The same challenge is going on inside you - and inside every other person, too."

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?"

The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."

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As I go through therapy and engage with my own two wolves, I find the battle between light and dark to be more difficult than I had anticipated. Healing, in itself, is a process, and one which requires a great deal of effort and, indeed, a hunger for recovery.

Another pretty wonderful entry, I have to say.

The feelings you describe towards Casiotone makes me want to explore a little as well. I remember one song you played in Plug recently that, while it sounded good, didn't really leave much of an impression on me. But what can you tell from one song? The feelings you describe from listening are certainly appealing to me. Heart wrenching songwriting huh? I'll give that a go.

+1 again :thumb:

Thank you. Casiotone didn't strike me immediately either, but neither have the majority of bands I grow to love. I just really appreciate his songwriting, I can totally understand why someone wouldn't dig it, but I'm glad you'll give it a shot. :)

Obligatory Cover Post:

Enjoy your mixtapes / I hope you listen and possibly enjoy. Sorry for the weird order, I cba to fix it. In another three months I'll likely repeat this theme because I can't think of any clever ideas. :laughing:


Tracklist:

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Proudhon in Manhattan – Wingnut Dishwasher’s Union
The Vowels Pt. 2 – Why?
Boylife in America – Cody ChesnuTT
The World is Coming to My Party – Cody ChesnuTT
5 on a Joyride - Cody ChesnuTT
Optimist Vs. The Silent Alarm – Casiotone for the Painfully Alone
Sylvia – Antlers
Acid Song – Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains
Atrophy – Antlers
Limit to Your Love – BADBADNOTGOOD
Mass Appeal/Transmission – BADBADNOTGOOD
Dress Up In You – Belle & Sebastian
Urine Speaks Louder Than Words – Wingnut Dishwasher’s Union
CHSTR – BADBADNOTGOOD
Get Me Away From Here I’m Dying – Belle & Sebastian
Man O’War – Casiotone for the Painfully Alone

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Harmony Parking Lot Song – Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains
If You’re Feeling Sinister – Belle & Sebastian
Northfield, MN – Casiotone for the Painfully Alone
Two – Antlers
Freedom – BADBADNOTGOOD
Killers- Casiotone for the Painfully Alone
There is No God in America – R Stevie Moore
Brook & Waxing – Why?
Cold White Christmas - Casiotone for the Painfully Alone
The Boy With the Arab Strap - Belle & Sebastian
Wake - Antlers
A Sky for Shoeing Horses Under – Why?
Twenty Eight – Why?
Wayne Wayne Go Away - R Stevie Moore
Why Should I Love You - R Stevie Moore
The Seed – The Roots

So I've been trying to get myself to do more creative writing. It's a hobby I had and employed at a much greater frequency in my teenage years, and something I've really been missing and needing to do again. In order to surmount the incredible amount of writer's block I experience, I've been giving myself prompts. Today I decided to revisit and album I adored a few years ago and see what feelings it brought up and whether or not they could be translated into a story of some kind. This is what I ended up with.

I do suggest playing the following song while reading, as my words are inspired by the music:



The Feeling Seller stood at the intersection of Murphy and Lynch, twirling a thick cardboard sign he had designed himself that read “HAPPINESS® BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND.” In the window of his modest shop in front of which he stood rested against the fingerprint smudged glass a Help If Wanted sign. He was a successful man for a man in his trade, and the Feeling Seller’s integrity was a feature in itself that brought in loyal customers again and again. His patrons often requested Integrity® from the Feeling Seller, but were consistently sent away with a prescription of Temporary Disappointment® to be taken with a light dose of Pride® and a hot meal. In his integrity, the Feeling Seller was careful not to over-medicate: he took every case seriously and attached a great deal of import to his work.

There were people in the Feeling business of course, with less integrity than the Feeling Seller. These were people aptly referred to as Feeling Dealers. Feeling Dealers were only in it for the money, and would commonly, dangerously, prescribe their customers large doses of Positive Feelings without taking care to balance out Joy® or Contentment®, for instance, with Humility® or Melancholy®. Those customers tended to lack, on a general level, any Empathy® and would more often than not end up back at the Feeling Seller’s small shop where their Feelings, if repairable, would be returned to their respective default settings after being given careful amounts of Introspection® and Optimism®. The Feeling Seller knew the harm of giving a person too much of a good thing, and subscribed to the notion that less, especially when in regard to feelings, was more.

Track One - Don't Just Sit There


I am not a romantic but I was in love once. For a variety of reasons the relationship didn’t last and we didn’t last much longer than the summer. It was a whirlwind romance of sorts, I was sixteen and he was seventeen. We had one of those connections that has only replicated once more in my experience thus far – the kind of connection in which you, from the start, feel that you had known the other person your entire life and that every moment of loneliness you had ever felt was not for nothing: like eating a light dinner to prepare for an indulgent dessert, it was to prepare yourself for the amount of happiness another person you could bring you. I have loved a lot of people – not in the romantic sense; in fact I often wonder if I am even capable of being in love anymore, it’s just not something I necessarily desire or feel a need for in my life. But there is a different and wonderful difference between loving a person and being in love with a person, and I had that with Chris.

We had the indie-movie version of teenaged love; we met while working at a movie theater together. We shared a passion for Neil Gaiman and on our first date we watched the midnight premier of Stardust. We would go to parks in the middle of the night with a blanket to gaze at the stars until the automated sprinkler systems chased us away. We threw our shoes over telephone wires and made each other mixtapes (real mixtapes, cassettes and narrations and the whole package). We played Mario Brothers in his basement and made out in his car for as long as we could before one of my parents, having heard us arrive, would come out into the driveway and call me inside. He taught me how to tightrope walk and I taught him to play "Hey There, Delilah" on guitar.

Years after we had broken up and I had moved away I met Chris for coffee, pie and scrabble at the restaurant we would frequent after our shifts at the theater. It’s a strange thing, falling out of touch with someone to whom you once felt so strongly connected. The small talk we made was painful, and the question we were both dying to ask was whether or not the other person had found someone else. We knew we couldn’t be together, the timing wasn’t right. But Chris will forever be the person I had to set free, because I loved him. In some ways I’ll always be waiting for him to come back.

That's a sweet post!

I often find myself wondering similar things, about what I am actually capable of feeling for someone anymore. I probably would claim to be somewhat of a romantic, in some ways at least, yet I'm not entirely sure I'm fully capable of falling in love with someone. I'm not just talking about an attraction, holding a little flame for someone, not even simply caring for someone, but a connection that only comes from a deeper understanding.

I certainly haven't met anyone in a long time that I felt a particularly deep or meaningful connection with in quite that way. Maybe it's something I won't know I can have until it happens, if it happens.

Ah, mixtapes. I used to love making mixtapes. And I mean 'proper' mixtapes as well, on cassette, where a last minute change in tracklist set you back about four hours. I still have a tape deck but it doesn't get a lot of use anymore, and even if I wanted to make a proper mixtape again, who really has the ability to play it anymore? You used to narrate though? I've never done that.

I take it this entry came from what this particular song makes you think of when you listen to it? I like that. I hope you make more entries like that.

My trend tends to be that I develop really intense but short-lived feelings for people. It's a very shallow way of going about things, which is why I typically avoid relationships. I lose interest easily and become bored, and then withdraw and can't understand why I've upset the other person. But I don't think that's love. I don't think it's even lust or a genuine like for people, in fact at times I think I've been spoiled by that deep connection that I have felt, because I just can't be bothered dealing with anything less.

Yes, this precisely. I don't feel that I'm missing out on anything at the moment, it's not something I long for, but when and if it does happen I'll appreciate and devour it. I've always said I'm not looking for someone to complete me; I'm looking for an equally complete person to have beside me.

The narrations were largely similar to the style of this journal - I would talk between tracks about why I choose the songs I did and what I hoped the other person would get from them.

That's exactly what happened, and that's what I'm doing with each of the tracks from the EP. Cheers, thanks for reading. :)

Track Two - Turn it Around


My parents believed that kids aren’t able to get headaches. They believed that depression was a matter of people being simply unable to “cowboy up.” They also believed, in their Mormonism, that dark skinned people are sons of Satan, that Native Americans are the lost tribe of Israel, and that all good Mormons will receive their own planet upon their death. My parents believed a lot, but understood little. They had faith, but not in me.

They taught me that every tragedy was not without warrant. When my friend’s mom died of cancer they said it was because she smoked weed. Everyone Else drove my father to drink, Everyone Else caused my stepmother’s short temper that resulted in punches and thrown objects. There was blame, but there was never accountability.

An upside to this lifestyle was that I got away with a lot. I blamed countless things on Everyone Else around me and once claimed that Satan made me break a wooden duck and then try to dispose of it in the toilet. We prayed as a family and my sin was vanquished.

It wasn’t until the depths of my self-loathing were truly tangible and I became self-aware that I realized this system was faulty. I was always looking outward, seeing wrongdoings and calculating the sinfulness of Everyone Else, I hated everyone around me for allowing my father to be an alcoholic, for allowing the abuse to happen to me, to allow me to feel so terribly about myself all the time. But I was looking through the wrong end of the telescope. I wasn’t looking at my family; I wasn’t looking at the toxins. I wasn’t looking at myself.

Track Three - Go Home



There’s desperation to these lyrics. It’s a statement to which I think we can all relate in some way, a feeling we have all needed to express. I’m reminded of ex-boyfriends and old love interests; of friends and family members with whom I’ve had ugly falling outs. There are people we develop feelings for and connections to, people by whom we are then betrayed.

There is a peculiar craving for loneliness that appears in my cycles of depression. I want at once to be comforted by loved ones and left alone in my suffering. There is always a push and pull, an inner battle that is raging. Press on my heart, push me past my levels of comfort and I will turn and run without looking back, often times to my own detriment.

My best friend and I had an aggressive, aberrantly malicious argument the night of my suicide attempt in June, and before she left I said something very similar to the song’s cry: I don’t need you anyway, go home.” We have since made up, but it’s a feeling I’ve voiced on more than one occasion and to a variety of people: I’m happier on my own (I’m so lonely), I don’t need you anyway (please help me), go home (don’t leave). I’m hard-headed but completely soft inside.

Wow..as a preacher's kid myself that hits pretty close to home. It helps (a little) to write it down and get it out though doesn't it?

Track Four - Genevieve


This song has high school memories stitched into every stanza. I don’t care for it for that reason, but it’s so beautifully executed that you can easily ignore the tone and instead get caught up in the interesting percussion and use of harmonies. We’ve all been a Genevieve, I think, and we’ve all been the ones calling Genevieve out. We’ve all given too much voice and subsequently had our voice taken away.

The main reason I wanted to “review” the Lucius EP was so I could post this video – for those of you familiar with NPR the tiny desk series (Lucius’ performance at which is posted below) is stemmed from All Songs Considered. They host some of the most interesting bands, and this video is how I first heard and grew to appreciate Lucius. I’ve always said everything I know I know from NPR (that’s a joke, Big3) and I suppose it makes sense that music is no exception. This video is seriously worth a watch - the band's innovation with instruments and such is a sight to behold. I'm somewhat obsessed.

I was referred to as a less manboy-ish Rob from High Fidelity earlier in this thread, and it’s almost worrisome to me the accuracy of that comparison. Almost.

I make playlists for everything. I make Top Five lists for everything (ironically, High Fidelity appears neither in my list of Top Five Books or Movies but is included in my list of Top Five Books Turned Into Movies). Seriously though, you could give me an aspect, any aspect, of everyday life and the probability is very high that I have a contextually relevant Top Five list for it already made or compiled in my head. I’m going to share some of these with you, and if any of you are curious about my Top Five anything I’d be glad to take requests on which lists I cover here. I’m going to start with a fun one.




5. Violent Femmes - Gimme the Car

How can I explain the deep down driving?

This song brings me back to my teenage years, in the best way. Back to times of experimentation and pure, hot, adolescent lust. Stumbling and fumbling, learning and enjoying. When I listen to this song I still smile, every time, and I will forever remember it as the soundtrack to my first make out session. Now, in my early twenties, I still put on this song when the, uh, time is right, and I'm able to relive all my teenage fantasies in a very... ahem... adult fashion. Yeah I'm blushing right now, shut up.

4. T. Rex - The Slider

God that guitar is just so sexy, listen to that, it's simply pulsating. Unf. I think I'm still worked up from writing about the last track. Jesus balls. The rhythm of this song is perfect for making out, the percussion is easy enough to uh, move along to, and the vocals are oozing with whispered euphemisms. Is it hot in in here? Windows need cracking.

3. The Jesus and Mary Chain – Sugar Ray

Did you feel my lips
Did they slide and slip
Did you feel my head
Shaking through your wrist?

What better song to make out to than one in which “all I want is you” is repeated? And the title of the track is such a great name for a cock, in my opinion. If I had a cock I would certainly name mine Sugar Ray. I need to stop oh my god I’m sorry everyone.

2. In Shades – Tom Waits

It is not uncommon for me to include Tom Waits in my Top Five lists, least of all any lists to do with anything even remotely sexual. This song is sexy as fuck, and there are no distracting words, and in fact what makes it super-hot is the little Tom Waits growl rasp about halfway through. If I was the type to dance I would dance to this song, and if I were the type to want to marry I would want to marry Tom Waits. Hit it and never quit it. Fo’ life.

1. Queens of the Stone Age – Skin On Skin

Why haven’t you kissed me yet?

Aaaaand, that’s it, ladies and gentlemen. My very favorite make out song. QOTSA are great and everything they do they do well, and that includes songs about fucking. It’s too easy to sample sex sounds in the background, it’s the subtleties in this song that do it for me. The sound of a zipper followed by tasteful heavy breathing and then the sound of a cigarette being lit at the end – it’s just wonderful. They do raunchy in the classiest fashion.


Get it on, friends. Enjoy yourselves: Download

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Honorable Mention: The Stone Roses - Don't Stop

Steph I am disappoint...you have mixed up the #1 choice.

This is on my list of Top Five Banging Songs though.

5. Ludovico Einaudi – Una Mattina

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Although he rejects the label himself, I’m not sure how else to classify the composer aside from “minimalist.” Una Mattina is thoroughly meditative, and my favorite album to drive to when it’s raining heavily. It will always evoke scenes from my first winter in California, spending countless hours in the living room listening to this album while sewing, reading, writing or just thinking while I stared out at the rain through the French doors. I’d never spent so much time alone, and I’d never seen so much rain.


4. Hop Along – Is Something Wrong?

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Her first release under the Hop Along moniker, this seven track EP is, in my opinion, Frances Quinlan’s showcase album as far as songwriting is concerned. While I enjoy her first album, Freshman Year (released under the name Hop Along, Queen Ansleis) for the experimentation and innovation it contains, Is Something Wrong is just a better example of what she’s capable of creating. This is an album I like to listen to when thinking deeply about the creation of music, and when I want to feel inspired to write my own. I study her lyrics while I’m driving, marveling at the melodies she creates. I urge any fan of Get Disowned to check out Hop Along’s earlier work.


3. Daniel Johnston – Fun

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While the next two albums are personally used for listening while pondering, this album is for when I want to expend excess energy at the end of the day or escape from the mindset of life’s tedium. I love most of what Daniel Johnston has done – I think his status as artistic genius is not only acceptable but is, in that recognition, relieving – but Fun is truly his finest work. He is confident and playful in his songwriting on this album, and that translates into unequivocally pleasurable listening.


2. The Jesus and Mary Chain – Psycho Candy

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Melancholic and melodic, Jesus and Mary Chain’s debut album is echoic and has the air of being unintentionally revolutionary. It’s the perfect album to drive to at sunset, when your eyes begin to adjust to the change in light and your thoughts begin to drift to the philosophical. Utter sonic frenetic mayhem - just as stuttering as it is smooth, this album is great whether being used for background driving ambiance or a more direct listening experience.


1. Guided By Voices – Alien Lanes

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It evokes the vagabond mentality, the heart full of wanderlust, allures remembrance of tranquil scenes and feelings of ease. Unless thwarted by rain I always drive with my windows down and my sunroof open. In the dead of winter I’m known to have the heat cranked and the windows open, relishing feeling the mixture of warm and cool air blowing through my hair and across my skin. The gritty, garage-band influenced, four-track recorded twenty eight song record with not a single track breaking the three minute mark, Alien Lanes has earned a cult following, and rightly so. This is an arm-out-the-window, high volume, first cup of coffee of the day, driving for the sake of driving good album.

ye-yeuh.

I have an idea for a theme that could, in some ways, be interpreted as me whoring myself out to generate interest in my journal, but I also think it could be a lot of fun. The idea involves prizes and requires people to interact with and contribute their own ideas to a theme in a contest of sorts.

I've already put a lot of thought into how exactly it would work, what the rules are and what prizes I'd give out, but I need to see if there are people interested in being a part of it before I exert that amount of energy. If I get five yeses I'll go ahead and begin.

Yes for curiosity

I'll take it.

Nay based off of the principle behind it. It's almost like you are paying off people to be involved in your journal yes? The whole principle behind the idea outweighs my curiosity but good luck with it anyways if you do get your five "yay"s

I was afraid it would be interpreted this way. That's not my intention, no. I'm not paying people to be involved with my journal. I had an idea for a contest that would just happen to coincide with a journal post I was already anticipating making. I could just make a new thread for it to alleviate any misunderstandings, I suppose, but it is already in line with what I'm doing here so I didn't think that would be necessary.

I'll get involved Steph, but not interested in any prizes, and think that based off what DJ said you might want to rethink that part of it. Maybe just say something like "the first five people to respond get the chance to be in this theme thing", or whatever.

But yeah, count me in if I can help.

And I know you're not a whore... ;)

The prizes were meant to be fun. :(

I want to say yay, but I'm notoriously bad at following through on these things. :laughing: Ilu though, and I want to see what happens.

I don't think there's a thing wrong with it. I think one misinterpretation of your intentions shouldn't knock you back or make you abandon the idea. It's like my idea for "Member of the Week", shot down because it was noted that people shouldn't be rewarded for good behaviour. Completely missed the point. But that was a little different: I wasn't fighting to establish that, it was just an idea.

Why don't you lay out your idea and see who's interested, prizes or no prizes? If it helps you maintain interest in your journal and draws readers to it (not that people aren't already reading) then it can only be a good thing.

I guess that idea died? If not, can you elaborate a little more? I, like Pedestrian, would probably just have to be realistic and acknowledge that I'm **** at following through with stuff here, but I actually wouldn't be sure what it was I was saying yes to.

Still love your writing mind. I enjoyed your last two posts. :)

Five Things My Boyfriend Said After He Raped Me

Accompanied By The Five Songs I Can't Stop Listening To Right Now

5. "You hurt me and I was scared. I needed to feel like I owned you."





4. "You didn't say 'no.'"






3. "We did it before."





2. "You can't make accusations like this to someone who has been through what I have been through."





1. "I love you."

Um, that's not serious is it? Tell me you're not speaking from personal experience. You may not like me, but I sincerely hope this is not something that happened to you in real life. I really don't care if I sound like an idiot, if everyone else realises it's some in-joke and I don't get it: if this is reality I really hope you're ok.

Yeah, so I'm a worrier and a dweeb: sue me. :shycouch:

Seriously, I hope you're all right.

No, rape is not something I joke about.

Thanks for your well-wishes.

Project Unbreakable


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If I read that right, then you are speaking from experience? I can't tell you how sorry I am then. Stupid cliche though it may be, this is all I can think of to do...
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This literally made me cry. I know some people here think I find rape a great laugh, but it's actually not true. Sure I made a comment once referring to it as a light hearted comment about a TV show, but I think I desensitised myself with the word in order for me to deal with it. I have not consented to sex twice while under the influence of alcohol and I like to bury that away and not let myself think too much about it. I commend these women (and men) for being so open about their past, giving themselves a chance to heal, even though it's not always possible. It's so awful how many people are put through it, especially as children!

Yes, unfortunately. Happened five days ago.

My heart goes out to you, and although it's just text on a screen I can only hope to bring a message of hope and strength of healing to you. God bless you, and keep you from any more harm.

*tears*

As Plankton says, we're all just names on a screen but I hope you know you can count on us all for support in this awful time. I can't even begin to contemplate the feelings going through you right now. I hope you can find the strength to get through this and obviously anything I or any of us can do for you, you only need to ask.

I hope you reported him? I know all your girlfriends here will rally around you, and they're the ones you really probably need right now, but us guys are thinking of you too, and we're here if you need us, okay?

I hope you have someone there to talk to, to help you through, and I hope this rapist gets what's coming to him. There's never any excuse for rape, not in a single instance. At times like this it makes me ashamed to be a man.

Take care of yourself, Steph, and let us know if there's anything at all we can do.

Deryck

That's fucked man, beyond that even. It's always terrible, there's no question, but to think a loved one could be so cruel is just nightmarish. I'm sorry for all the grief you'll suffer for how god damned monstrous someone chose to act on you. I'm sure you know there's no justification in the world for this. I hope things get as normal as possible for you as soon as possible.

Also, I know it's a little irrelevant, but i just put a segment of "Perfect Day" i found from my girlfriend's stuff on a new mixtape, based around joy, so I'm gonna try and send you those good vibes.

I hope nothing I said offends you, it's all sincere but maybe unintentionally insensitive. Sorry again, much love.

I...I'm at a total loss. I barely knew you but I feel incredibly sorry if this sort of thing happens to anyone. I don't know the circumstances, but as TH said, I think you should do something about him. The guy deserves it if he did that to someone. Best wishes, good luck, keep working through this! Apologies if I said something stupid or jerkish, I'm not the best with words...

Johnny.

What a hipster as fuck album. These cousins live in fucking Brooklyn and shoot short films with their hipster as fuck girlfriends. I can't decide if I hate them because they're living the life I want to be living or because, well, no. Actually that's it. Fuck these guys doing the things I want to be doing. And fuck this album, it's so fucking catchy. It's just so fucking fun to listen to - by no means a groundbreaker but you can just feel in each track how much these two douchebags fucking LOVED recording it. And I fucking LOVE listening to it. The cowgirl in me (yes, I have Wyoming roots, fuck you) wants to criticize these hipster fucks for not knowing about REAL country but fuck it. They kind of nailed it, in an indie-electronica country album kind of way.

Listen to this fucking song and tell me you don't want to hear more of the album.




God damnit this just makes me so happy to listen to. It's like The Avalanches meets The Go! Team. I want to be jumping rope or playing hopscotch or some shit and then eat a fucking popsicle.