Yer Twistin' my Melon, man...
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jon_chaissonTunage: The House of Love, "Shine On" from s/t album
Yeah, so here I am, typing away again, having emptied out the filing cabinet next to my desk. It's amazing the number of notebooks I've amassed over the years. So many notebooks where I've used four or five or twenty pages for the (false) start of a novel or a short story. This doesn't include the notebooks from college that had bits and pieces of Murph drawings and maps and song lyrics hidden in the margins.
Some of my best lyrics came from this time. Maybe it has something to do with the mindset when I was 19-20, dropped in the middle of the fall of the USSR and the San Francisco earthquake and the fall of the Berlin Wall, and the morphing of 'college rock' into shoegaze and punk rock into grunge and pop into BritPop, and the appearance of Douglas Coupland and all the other Gen-X authors out there. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that when you're that age you find everything so important, that everything has to have a meaning in your life. Sure, some of these lyrics I wrote are a bit self-important, but hey--that was the time for it. The first generation to wilfully and publicly admit how much the USA sucked (sucks?--ed.) and how we could prove it wasn't our fault. Heh.
More on this music thing later.
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Tunage: My Bloody Valentine, "Soon" from Loveless
Oddly enough this song reminds me of the summer of 1991, even though this song came out in 1990 on the Glider EP. The first summer I lived alone in Boston, away from Athol (I'd worked for the DPW the previous summer), doing summer work-study at the Media Center. And of course, this time reminds me of another girl in my life. A friend who was there at the time I needed one, and unfortunately there when things got ugly. Last I knew she was living in Somerville and has a kid now.
Anyway, I hung out with her that summer (Chris may remember that summer as the one where he and Amie and I spent July 4th in my rented dorm room above the Hatch Shell). A lot of strange things happening that summer. A breakup with said ex (one of but many), a close friendship with said friend, and a lot of staying up way too late.
So why does MBV remind me of that? Heh--because 'FNX played it incessantly while I was at work. Simple as that.
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Tunage: Morrissey, "November Spawned a Monster" from Bona Drag
Okay, I must be prolonging the inevitable here if I'm still online at close to 11pm, writing this thing. I dunno...just one of those things where I gotta go through all this crap at a very late time of the night. Maybe it's the fact that I don't feel as self-conscious if I type out random notes like this. I'm sure that if I did this life-cleaning (thanks for the phrase, Moth, I like it a lot) without the benefit of a blog or even a computer to type out a journal, I'm sure I wouldn't have been able to dig through most of this without feeling miserable.
As it stands, I'm doing okay. Weird, really...
Y'know, this song in particular reminds me of the train rides I'd take between North Station and Fitchburg while I lived in Boston. Heh...it's funny how certain songs stick like that. I remember being miserable while taking the train back in, listening to Bona Drag and Severed Heads' Rotund for Success...but the ride home was always Nine Inch Nails' Pretty Hate Machine and Bob Mould's Workbook. The train rides were always an interesting time, because it was the only time I could get a good sulk in without anyone, family or classmate, bothering me. And I got quite a bit of "bad poetry" done then.
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Anyway.
PS Hey, if y'all are getting bored of hearing me go on and on, if someone could show me how to divvy up the blog entry (y'know, the "Continued here" link), I'll shorten these here entries.
Later, kids. More work to be done.
Yeah, so here I am, typing away again, having emptied out the filing cabinet next to my desk. It's amazing the number of notebooks I've amassed over the years. So many notebooks where I've used four or five or twenty pages for the (false) start of a novel or a short story. This doesn't include the notebooks from college that had bits and pieces of Murph drawings and maps and song lyrics hidden in the margins.
Some of my best lyrics came from this time. Maybe it has something to do with the mindset when I was 19-20, dropped in the middle of the fall of the USSR and the San Francisco earthquake and the fall of the Berlin Wall, and the morphing of 'college rock' into shoegaze and punk rock into grunge and pop into BritPop, and the appearance of Douglas Coupland and all the other Gen-X authors out there. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that when you're that age you find everything so important, that everything has to have a meaning in your life. Sure, some of these lyrics I wrote are a bit self-important, but hey--that was the time for it. The first generation to wilfully and publicly admit how much the USA sucked (sucks?--ed.) and how we could prove it wasn't our fault. Heh.
More on this music thing later.
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Tunage: My Bloody Valentine, "Soon" from Loveless
Oddly enough this song reminds me of the summer of 1991, even though this song came out in 1990 on the Glider EP. The first summer I lived alone in Boston, away from Athol (I'd worked for the DPW the previous summer), doing summer work-study at the Media Center. And of course, this time reminds me of another girl in my life. A friend who was there at the time I needed one, and unfortunately there when things got ugly. Last I knew she was living in Somerville and has a kid now.
Anyway, I hung out with her that summer (Chris may remember that summer as the one where he and Amie and I spent July 4th in my rented dorm room above the Hatch Shell). A lot of strange things happening that summer. A breakup with said ex (one of but many), a close friendship with said friend, and a lot of staying up way too late.
So why does MBV remind me of that? Heh--because 'FNX played it incessantly while I was at work. Simple as that.
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Tunage: Morrissey, "November Spawned a Monster" from Bona Drag
Okay, I must be prolonging the inevitable here if I'm still online at close to 11pm, writing this thing. I dunno...just one of those things where I gotta go through all this crap at a very late time of the night. Maybe it's the fact that I don't feel as self-conscious if I type out random notes like this. I'm sure that if I did this life-cleaning (thanks for the phrase, Moth, I like it a lot) without the benefit of a blog or even a computer to type out a journal, I'm sure I wouldn't have been able to dig through most of this without feeling miserable.
As it stands, I'm doing okay. Weird, really...
Y'know, this song in particular reminds me of the train rides I'd take between North Station and Fitchburg while I lived in Boston. Heh...it's funny how certain songs stick like that. I remember being miserable while taking the train back in, listening to Bona Drag and Severed Heads' Rotund for Success...but the ride home was always Nine Inch Nails' Pretty Hate Machine and Bob Mould's Workbook. The train rides were always an interesting time, because it was the only time I could get a good sulk in without anyone, family or classmate, bothering me. And I got quite a bit of "bad poetry" done then.
-------
Anyway.
PS Hey, if y'all are getting bored of hearing me go on and on, if someone could show me how to divvy up the blog entry (y'know, the "Continued here" link), I'll shorten these here entries.
Later, kids. More work to be done.
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Date: 2004-04-22 08:56 pm (UTC)http://www.livejournal.com/support/faqbrowse.bml?faqid=75
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Date: 2004-04-23 05:46 pm (UTC)Don't worry if you get through it and find you still have a ton of stuff that you didn't throw out but don't know why. I had stuff that survived round after round until it lost its meaning and then got tossed.