it's 12:30 am. friday night. 'stead of boozing it up somewheres, i'm hiding in my room, a/c blasting, sunburnt, dirty, wet. had a long day of battling mother nature, nearly got killed by some flying street tents and roadblock signs. fucking crazy. tired. but not sleepy. that's a contradictory statement, ain't it? it's really dreary. rainy, grey, humid, shitastic. normally i lurv me the rain, but not when i put on an additional ten pounds of water weight and i gotta walk hella far in squishy sponge sneakers. so i tried to listen to an appropriate soundtrack on my el ride home. tried steve miller band. too argyle and upbeat. tried postal service. too quirky and depressing. tried the xx, again, c'mon can we get any more cliche jodi?
got home, peeled off the wet clothing. threw on a comfy lil' black nightgown. hopped on my laptop. skimmed through the itunes, elliott smith, per chance? too depressing. . . well, maybe not. spun the ole' xo. good choice, i must say. i always overlook how genius this album really is. i haven't been able to find my figure 8 in god knows how long, basement/hill is def too depressing, the others while awesome, still bummertown usa. not trying to get all dark here, just listen to an appropriate mood setter. turns out xo is it.
from the opening chords of 'sweet adeline' to the sorrow nostalgic yet bittersweet 'waltz #2,' this 44 minute, 14 track collection is a beautiful stray from the e.smith norm. (aka, i dont feel like slitting my wrists or climbing into a dark hole). 'baby britain,' 'bottle up and explode,' man. i love this album. it's really good. i think that everyone should listen to this when they're sitting in on a friday night, overcoming a shitty waste of a day. it makes it ok, you know?
i wish elliott never would have died. so much sadness. sometimes you can't win 'em all.
