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Memorize the Friday
Apr. 7th, 2006 03:32 pmI'm in a horrible mood today. I don't know if it's because of the excrutiantingly long play I saw last night (The Royal Hunt of the Sun), the disappearance of the sun, the nightmare I had about being fired, the impending flight to Brasil and all its economic horrors, the tickling cough that just won't go away or the long tedious hours stretching ahead today. Whatever it is, it's making me cranky.
I want to hit HMV after work and buy The Organ's album. I've got their song "Memorize the City" stuck in my head and the newspaper this morning called their debut an effort beyond their Joy Division, The Smiths, The Cure and Blondie influences (i'm paraphrasing). I tried to buy a book during my lunch hour but nothing appealed to me. I'm feeling angsty about passively taking in culture -- books, films, plays, LJ -- and giving nothing back. And maybe I don't even want to give anything back, because there's nothing left to give. Music is the only thing that soothes me.
I've been listening alot to the Pet Shop Boy's "You Are Always on My Mind" ever since that night at Feeling Gloomy. My neighbour must be pissed off because he's fighting back with ska and 70s style punk. Little does he know how happy he makes me.
I want to lie under a South American sun, cuddle my dogs, eat watermelons & eat pastéis, wear shorts & flip flops, fall asleep in front of brasilian soap operas and win the lottery. I want my holiday in Brasil to start tomorrow, and to have those three weeks feel like six months.
I want to hit HMV after work and buy The Organ's album. I've got their song "Memorize the City" stuck in my head and the newspaper this morning called their debut an effort beyond their Joy Division, The Smiths, The Cure and Blondie influences (i'm paraphrasing). I tried to buy a book during my lunch hour but nothing appealed to me. I'm feeling angsty about passively taking in culture -- books, films, plays, LJ -- and giving nothing back. And maybe I don't even want to give anything back, because there's nothing left to give. Music is the only thing that soothes me.
I've been listening alot to the Pet Shop Boy's "You Are Always on My Mind" ever since that night at Feeling Gloomy. My neighbour must be pissed off because he's fighting back with ska and 70s style punk. Little does he know how happy he makes me.
I want to lie under a South American sun, cuddle my dogs, eat watermelons & eat pastéis, wear shorts & flip flops, fall asleep in front of brasilian soap operas and win the lottery. I want my holiday in Brasil to start tomorrow, and to have those three weeks feel like six months.
