Back to Black on repeat all day.
FALLING SLOWLY
You aren’t currently doing anything monumental.. unless you count reading this post with a half-smirk while a combination of soft Grizzly Bear songs and the most recent episode of Pawn Stars makes the moment feel not so lonely.
Don’t be offended, its Friday night and I am home enjoying the company of the Swell Season and my deaf cat. To be far, I have not been residing in this chair for long, I actually just returned from a movie night with some friends. On play tonight? The 2006 Irish musical film, Once, which tells the story of Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová, or better known now as The Swell Season.
I rarely try to shove movies down your throat unless they start with “Clo” and end with “ser” … (Joy Divison nod), but this film is worth a minute, and by minute, I mean eighty-five minutes. It is romantic without force-feeding the audience Michael Bolton- flavored audio and apartment make-out scenes while the city peeks in.
If this song does not touch you in any way, you should not be on a music blog.
EXTREME HOME MAKEOVER
No, my parents did not just empty their wallets for a trip to Pottery Barn Teen or the apartment section of Urban Outfitters. No, Ty Pennington was not there to yell “MOVE THAT BUS!!!!!” Due to a small spurt of apathy towards social situations and desire to listen to Whitest Boy Alive for hours on end in my room, I decided to pimp out my crib. I recently tore apart the pages of some outdated Spin magazines and organized my room to create a more enjoyable work/play/sleep lair. The total cost for this renovation was $0. The magazines were all recycled, as were the records. Don’t worry, INXS and Blondie are just taking a vacation on my wall. The records are frequently removed and played, all depending on my mood.
My room before was extremely bland, with the exception of a Radiohead poster and outdated concert flyers kissing the eggshell walls.
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What I am Listening to: Dead End- The Whitest Boy Alive
