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Inside, we got to know girls who had never considered taking their own lives. We fed them drinks, danced them until they became unsteady, and led them out to the screened-in veranda. They lost their high heels on the way, kissed us in the humid darkness, and then slipped away to throw up demurely in the outside bushes. Some of us held their heads as they vomited, then let them rinse their mouths with beer, after which we got back to kissing again. The girls were monstrous in their formal dresses, each built around a wire cage. Pounds of hair were secured atop their heads. Drunk, and kissing us, or passing out in chairs, they were bound for college, husbands, child-rearing, unhappiness only dimly perceived — bound, in no other words, for life.
Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides (pg. 235)Posted on November 7, 2009 with 1 note
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The Beatles - I Want You (She’s So Heavy)
I’m gonna tell you right now; this is probably, without a shadow of doubt in my mind, my favorite Beatles song of all time. This piece blows my mind every single time I hear it.
He wants someone. He wants her so bad it’s driving him MAD. That someone he wants? She’s heavy. She’s SO heavy. So heavy only a nearly eight minute blues jam could possibly describe and contain the heaviness that is she.
Also this song only has four goddamn lines in it. Four lines repeated over and over with more and more conviction until you reach the final three minutes, where you are bombarded with perhaps the heaviest Beatles riff ever. Over and over and over and over and over and over. Until you are completely lost in it.
Then, just as you are reaching the end of this heavy/sexy/bluesy journey, just as you could be more wrapped up and comfortable within it’s delicious fuzzy embrace, it cuts out…
Leaves you hanging.
Dumps you off on the curb,
and you couldn’t be more satisfied.
This made me more than alil horny to read. ;)
An homage to Yoko from John about their achingly intense physical connection. Also the last song that the Beatles recorded together.
the first date i ever went on in high school (comically late in my high school years, by the by), i bought Abbey Road. prior to this, a girl had given me a Beatles mix tape to help me get into them (this came out of me not knowing what “Day in the Life” was except for “that one song that kind of has an orchestra explode at the end”). anyhow, i’ve since given that mix tape away to a dear friend, and i miss it completely because i’m sure that that friend has lost the tape, and i miss the way the records would skip portions of songs (i still expect to not hear the last few lines in “Octopus’ Garden,” for instance). anyways, i’m digressing.
Abbey Road was the most represented album on the tape, so I figured I should start there when purchasing. so we are on our double date (won’t tell you the movie we saw… it will date me something fierce) and i pop in Abbey Road and this song comes on and blows my fucking mind. meanwhile, the rest of the car, included the girl, is confused by my love of the song and angry that it lasts so goddamn long.
that’s a long way to go for no punch to this story, but i can’t hear this song nor this album without thinking of that girl and that date. we dated two times, both at the urging of mutual friends. the other date was a ski trip, which was awful. i was terrible at skiing (people on the lift were actively laughing at me), i hurt my leg (no one believes that to this day, even though it was true), and i ended up in the lodge all night drinking apple cider and smoking cigars alone. we never dated again, and i’m pretty certain she had zero interest in me anyways and they were 100% pity dates (and it’s true, i WAS pitiful in high school). but at least i got a few decent memories, and i got fucking Abbey Road, which turns 40 this year (fuuuuuuuck) and whose brilliance will outlast every relationship i’ll ever have in my lifetime. huzzah to you, dear record.
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...in the New York Herald, November 26, year 1911...
there is an account of the hanging of three men.
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The Who - “Odorono”
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um... YES.
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East River Pipe - “All You Little Suckers”
“you spent so long just talkin’ ‘bout your masterpiece/
your dreams up and flew like a flock of geese/
just like that…”Posted on November 6, 2009 with 1 note
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