this thing I do

Heidi and I still lived together back when Wincing the Night Away came out, and it was around this time that she threatened to throw the CD out the window because I would play this song over and over.

When I fall in love with a song, I have this really bad habit of playing the hell out of it until everyone around me wishes I would fall off a cliff and take the song with me so they never, ever have to hear it again. But I can't help it. I've always been this way. When I was a kid, I played We Didn't Start the Fire over and over so I could learn the words, I played American Pie over and over because I was trying to figure out why the music died (I had no idea who Buddy Holly was at that time), and I played That Thing You Do over and over because I was in love with Skitch Patterson when I was 14 (...and 28).

I think it's safe to say that I will never grow out of this, because I have been listening to this song, on repeat, for months now. Also, I just watched the video for the first time and it's...different.

I play it before I go work out. I play it on the way to work, especially on Mondays. I play it on the way to interviews. I PLAY IT ALL THE TIME. And since I play it all the time, it's almost always stuck in my head. That's not the only song, though. I get these songs stuck in my head on an almost daily basis, and that's really OK with me.

This one.

and this one:

and this one, which I think has more to do with the video than the actual song:

But my words like silent raindrops fell.

I am so over music is what I said to Jamie first thing when he got back from paternity leave, because I was sitting in my office, in the dark, scrolling through the thousand-odd albums I have loaded onto Mitch's iPod, and scrolling, and scrolling, while he looked slightly worried that I had maybe lost my marbles sometime when he was gone, and also a little disappointed that if I had, he missed out on all the fun. So I told him that I am so over music, which explained the scrolling, but not so much the sitting in the dark. (I was sitting in the dark because the lights in my office are attached to a motion sensor, and apparently I sometimes slip into another spacetime dimension which makes them suddenly turn off. What with all the slipping into another spacetime dimension and all. As I do. And then they do. Anywho.)

I am so over music, and don't even get me started on food, and the making of said food, because I have, like, zero interest in the "What do you want for dinner?" conversation. And writing! Writing is so worst. But as writing is how I make my living, write I must. And what must I write about? What I've been listening to in the month of March (To what I've been listening in the month of March.) Which is... nothing new. Whatever pops up on my Shuffle when I'm out for a run (Girl Talk, Bloc Party, Arctic Monkeys, The Hold Steady). Whatever they play at Caps games (Ozzy, DJ Pauly D, The xx, Tom Green). Um, that's it I guess. Here's a picture of my cat:

will you still know me in a year?

Is it me or do we write about music a lot on here? It feels like every month I'm scrambling to reveal something when in actuality the only music I listen is while I'm asleep and my radio alarm clock is whaling Florence and the Machine at me and then I quick turn it off. Not a lot of tunes in my life. (Podcasts in my car. Silence at work.) But every once in a while, I happen to notice the song playing on my TV and thanks to the beauty of the internet I can sometimes look up those songs. Fancy that.

Squealing Pigs by Admiral Fallows
in Chuck vs. the First Bank of Evil

Ah, music! A magic far beyond all we do here!

Of all the subjects in all the world, I am probably most ignorant about music. Well. Science and music. Which is funny, right? Because science and music are exact opposites. It’s actually kind of nice not knowing anything about music, because not knowing about music means I don’t have any art wanker opinions about music, and not having any art wanker opinions about music means I don’t have to write any art wanker opinions about music, and not writing about music means I can just enjoy it.

March was a rough month for me, a month that would have been completely devoid of magic if the Sorting Hat hadn’t sorted a Gryffindor into my life who loves music like Albus Dumbledore loves music. Mostly she’s been teaching me about Iceland. You know, the country with the actual elves. We’ve been listening to a lot of Sigur Ros, and so my most played albums of March were Ágætis byrjun, Rímur, ( ) and Takk...

Glósóli is my favorite song from any of the albums, ‘cause, well, see for yourself:



I’m like that little Neville Longbottom at the very end. Only he finally jumped and I’m still standing here.

This was actually going to be a much better post, but then I sort of forgot about it.

My favorite room in the apartment only has one wall (the other three being composed entirely of windows) and this is what that wall looks like:



Kinda best, right? Too bad I'm moving :(