I’ve never done much for new years or made resolutions. I think for me I get most excited about just the fact that the year number gets increased by 1.
I’ve already talked about this but 2011 has been the most significant year of my life and I appreciate it so much. As much as some of it was awful, just awful, it ^Okay, I was about to talk about how I was okay with some of the things happened no matter how much they sucked, but nope. I could never be glad about certain events no matter how much I got from it. One in particular.
But I do appreciate this year. It really means so much to me.
I was in a car with Tuscaloosa people I know of but have never really talked to before except for a few times. We drove the car to walmart. This one boy (who in real life I had a class with) was really concerned his outfit didn’t look just right. he was wearing a rusty red flannel shirt with a really short and really right leather miniskirt over his jeans. In the dream I really liked it and was like, “you look like a 90s grunge leather girl”. He took that as the biggest compliment.
Then we drove my brother’s red ford explorer all around town. My brother was in the car but he wasn’t driving. We drove down a street that took us straight into a small baseball field during a game. While the person was driving all over the field I rolled down the window, did my princess waves, and blew kisses. The police were coming so we had to run to the next convenience store where I ended up buying about $60 worth of random junk.
OH YEAH!!!! And a long-haired Jake Gyllenhaal showed up and was asking for me to take him back!!! He had done me wrong!! Then we made out on the mops and brooms aisle so I guess I took him back. When that was over, I needed to go buy all my stuff. The carts were powered by a motor or something so Jake and I sat on the floor and held on to the cart while it dragged us to the nearest check-out line.
Then Carlye Long showed up telling me it wasn’t necessary I buy that sofa right then.
Sarah made the mistake of saying that she wasn’t really familiar with Talking Heads, so I made this playlist. There are about a million other great songs I could’ve put on there, but I think that this gives a pretty good idea of the Talking Heads formula: David Byrne’s neurotic dynamism and stream of consciousness lyrics supported by the tightest imaginable backing band.
A POTENTIALLY EDUTAINING ACTIVITY TO DO WHILE LISTENING TO THIS: write down each really memorable line you come across. The basic idea of David Byrne’s songwriting is to delve into his subconscious for really striking lines, the same way you would come up with a melody. For most songs, the result isn’t really internally coherent stories, but rather a series of great moments tied together by a general theme or mood. It also helps if you don’t overthink the lyrics; they tend to mean exactly what they say.
P.S. Making playlists is one of my favorite things in the world to do, and I’m always happy to do artist introductions like these or just the usual mixtapes.