Win bass, Ted dobro.
Nantes by Beirut.
I can’t get this song out of my head and I love it more than the studio version.
There’s something about the beginning where Zach Condon sings into the bell of the tuba that makes me smile. He loves music, simple as that.
I swear there’s symbolism when Codon stands to sing in the middle of the band. Just by looking the expression on his face you can tell there’s nothing he loves more than to be surrounded by music. Everyone has a happy spot, and that’s his. It’s adorable.
I feel shy.
I’m pretty sure half the city thinks that a new friend and I are a gay couple or something.
We’re into the same nerdy things, read the same books, make the same jokes. But most importantly, listen to the same music. I have never found someone who knows everything between led zeppelin and the everly brothers as much as I do except buddy. So we get along pretty well.
Fact: in a small city in the interior of BC the youngsters dress a certain way, especially the boys. A tshirt with a skateboarding brand, skinny jeans, baseball cap, etc. So what do I wear? A waistcoat, thick framed glasses, and green converse. And buddy keeps his hair in a gelled combover, and his flannel shirt open to expose the only tanktop I’ve seen that has that picture of tongue Einstein. The rolled up jeans and loafers are the last nails in the coffin too. “I have to get over my girlfriend,” he says. I catch him saying this a few times as the afternoon progresses into night. Uh huh. Are you sure you’re not making a mistake in that sentence there, buddy?
To make matters worse, we decided to check out a new Japanese bistro that opened in town. I happened to know the two waitresses, one who graduated last year and a nice Japanese lady who goes to my church.
So, I order sake for myself and get a fancy vase filled with it instead, with two glasses for each of us. By this time we’re getting looks by everyone in the bistro, which is filled with older women who you know gossip just by taking in their appearance.
But the real kicker was when everything we ordered was put into one bill, and buddy paid for it all when I visited the restroom. Nothing suspicious there, right? “It’s no big deal,” he says, waving his hand in an effeminate manner that makes me conscious of the eyes on us.
And then we joke about the whole ordeal when I tell him that people I know are making eye contact longer than social norm. “I wish I was gay, everyone I know who’s gay is really cool to hang out with and they have all these awesome stories. I’m gonna tell them about this when I get back to Victoria and they’ll laugh their asses off.”
We agreed that it sounded like a date, kinda felt like a date, and by everyone else’s eyes by far, looked like a date. But wasn’t a date.
I laughed it off.
But deep down inside I feel a little cold, kinda wishing it was a date.
Weightless by City and Colour
When I think of Dallas Green I think of the acoustic singer-songwriter tracks from his first album Sometimes. I like how his sound evolved for his latest release Little Hell. I find that the songs are more energetic than when he began, which I rather like. It reminds me a little of Alexisonfire.
I’m not sure about you guys, but I never thought that a Dallas Green song would make me wanna get up and dance. Definitely beats curling up into a ball on your bed with your ipod.
Whoooo!
I’m back from victoria. And the landlord’s penis has been thoroughly kicked.
I even got a condo to live in next year!
And my sis is super happy that she got an electric piano!
It’s the first time I’ve seen her smile in three years!
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I have a feeling karma’s gonna slap me in the face really soon.
Apparently a couch counts as a tenant.
So my landlord wants us to pay the rent for how long the couch has been in the house. I wouldn’t be surprised if he went through the effort of painting eyes, nose, and mouth on it and says it has a bank account.
The Real Folk Blues by Yoko Kanno.
Performed by The Seatbelts featuring Mai Yamane.
I get memories of hanging out on Saturday nights with friends during highschool whenever I hear this. I miss the days when you could slack off for a weekend and not have the repercussions reflected on your grades.
If I ever make a band, this will be the one song we’ll close every gig with. The problem is, though, I can’t play saxophone and guitar and sing at the same time. Such woe is I. Derp.
Mykonos by Fleet Foxes.
The harmonies man, the harmonies. Chills ran down my spine the first time I heard Fleet Foxes.
One thing that captures me is the guitar line in the beginning. It’s played softly but manages to whisper in your ear before the spacious voices of the band take over.
And it’s not a song, it’s more of a story. In the middle the tacet where the vocals are left alone segues wonderfully to an explosive second chapter. My favourite to listen to at that point are the drums, soft like rolling thunder in the distance.
Gun’s & Roses by Paradise Lunch.
From the anime TV show Baccano.
One of my favourite anime shows out there. I don’t care that the plotline’s convoluted what with jumping between all the different years in a non-sequential order. I think it’s kind of fun and makes following the series like a puzzle. And I find myself trying to solve and organize the timeline days after I’ve watched an episode.
The band, Paradise Lunch- are awesome too. They’re like a newer version of The Seatbelts (who did the music for Cowboy Bebop) with more of a big band feel which I prefer more actually. It suits the demeanor of the show.
Goodnight Julia by Yoko Kanno.
From the Anime TV show Cowboy Bebop.
I like the idea of how this beautiful piece played it’s part in the plot. One of the characters -named Gren- actually discovers the song from a small music box that he listens to over and over again. And finally, plays the song on his tenor sax at a bar in town.
It’s a small part, but I really like the song as much as I like the show.
