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Weird, Cool, Hilarious

Here's a music video I found for Morrissey's song, "Suedehead". It appears the first half of it was filmed somewhere in England and the other half was filmed in Fairmount, a town located 10 miles down the road from me in Indiana. It feels weird seeing Morrissey walk down streets I've walked down and going into shops that I've been into.

The song is really good. It's a weird thing actually; I've been listening to a lot of Smiths' albums and Morrissey stuff lately and it was just a coincidence that I looked up some of his videos. The video is sort of cool, I guess (note: the awesome haircut, the coolness Morrissey exudes while walking around the streets of a small, midwestern town). It's also hilarious when he begins doing things which I guess he probably figured to be really James Dean-esque (reading a book in a dilapidated barn, driving around a tractor?).

All in all, it's definitely worth watching.

Really new/some old art

2006-2007ish

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Green Automobile

"Sleeping alone, or with companion,

girl or fairy sheep or dream,

I'll fail of lacklove, you, satiety:

all men fall, our fathers fell before"

I was Young when I left Home

Next month, I start school in Bloomington. My mind lately has not ventured very far from thinking of what it will be like and trying to imagine every possible detail. Inevitably, I seem to have the attitude that I'll be miserable in some form or another; not in the sense that school in itself (studying, writing, etc) will be too much of a bother, but just that stepping into a situation in which you are surround by so many that you don't know, may be able to turn a person lonely or cold. Frankly, everyday I become more and more scared to leave home, while at the same time growing more and more tired of being here. It's odd.

So, anyway, having been thinking of all these things, I recently got a hold of the "Dark was the Night" compilation. I love it, specifically one track called "I was Young when I left Home" by Antony and Bryce Dessener (of the National). Being a Dylan cover, it's a great song both by the original artist and by Antony.

Some songs just understand you. It's almost mystical; "I was Young when I left Home" is something of this sort. It comes as a lump of sound; not necessarily the lyrics, melody, or guitar as what all three do together is what makes it specifically important and poignant to me.

I don't know, upon re-reading what I have just wrote, I'm reminded of how fruitless it is for someone to attempt to re-create a feeling produced from music in words. Cass McCombs put it best in an interview he gave. He said this: “It seems counterproductive. Music journalism on the whole is completely outside the world of the creative process and everyone knows it, although it can be a funny game in and of itself". That seems about right to me.