i've been in bed with what i like to refer to as north coast music flu since the fest concluded and i wound up home in bed on sunday evening, something like 46 odd hours ago. sucks ass. i've had a hacking flu complete with firey antfarm sore throat, sore/weak muscles, and an appropriate acne outbreak. basically, i'm really pretty and super happy right now. so you can all probably understand why i've been awake maybe 6 of the past 48 hours. . . .
tangent aside, i decided to dedicate the last couple concsious hours of my day to picking out some new old music for my itunes library. not talking assignment fodder or what-the-hell-is-cool-ten-minutes-ago noise, but what is comforting. what is delicious. what is genuine background tunage. i managed to pick out a few such albums (in addition to said flavor of the week noise, of course, but how could i pass up a free legal copy of the new no age and sharon van etten record? i mean. . . shit); and i spent my evening vagina'ing the night away to some aimee mann from the magnolia soundtrack (you best believe if i didn't have this sore throat, ida been belting out some 'saaa-yaaaave meeeeeee's,' but luckily for my neighbors, i'm an uninsured streppy at the moment), and also, the best of tears for fears.
tears for fears is most definitely my shit at the moment. it makes me feel transported back to the 80's. bad haircuts, gitano jeans, hot pink sneakers and huey lewis casette tapes. baggy tshirts tied at the ends. barbie dolls with brighter lipstick than my gramma. glued to the television set where i was mesmerized by every second of mtv back when it actually stood for music television. several of these songs i had no recollection of prior to copping their greatest hits album this afternoon but now im taken back. back to easy listening radio and mtv vids. these dudes were more than aquanet big hair and high pitched pipes. they were sincere, lovin' dudes, dudes. 'shout,' 'mad world,' 'head over heels,' 'everybody wants to rule the world' - yeah thats my shit. but there's a lot more going on than just these big namer hits. it's almost the filler that fills my sickly empty heart with cheese and optimism. i'm sure if these boiz found some love and compassion, it can't be too far from yours truly. in fact, ever since this sickness hit, my kit kit's been extra snuggly and a handful of pals even brought me some soup or helped nurse me back to health.
that's pretty crazy. lounging here, now, too is crazy. in my high school class t-shirt and baggy freshman college year yoga pants. rocking out to tears for fears, rejoicing in the 80's new wave cheesey ballad phase i never before fully immersed myself in. this is ok, though. maybe it's all just a fever dream, but i kinda hope when i wake up tomorrow, it's not.
if you haven't already, ya'll should really (re)visit yerself some tears for fears.
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