Striking down the mundane and dastardly while retaining a certain obscure turn of phrase, denoting something elusive yet concrete.
8/08/2014
Devo Song of the Day: Snowball
Another song and a quick story.
I came to Devo late in my life, but at a time when I still felt pretty lost. I still feel lost now. Somehow this song captures all of the failed romances I've had in the past. And I heard it for the first time when I was pursuing something with someone new, and I heard the lyrics different then - especially the 'eyes were made for looking' portion of the song. This conjures up the myth of Sisyphus, and I discovered it at a time my tastes had been influenced by LCD Soundsystem. Those songs reflected more positive times, and as I entered in a more romantically unproductive time, Snowball took on a much more somber note. And I'm better for having it in my mind.
Live version:
8/01/2014
Devo Song of the Day: Gates of Steel
I'm actually not going to write about the song directly. At least, not at first. For some reason, I feel by writing headlines that advertise daily content, I should go ahead and get on the bandwagon.
After all, this is a place where I write things. I have this little white box that welcomes me when I am alone at night, after I have finally finished work for the day.
I don't feel free.
What is freedom?
There are degrees, I suppose. I write this from a safe place compared to what I see in many parts of the world. But, I still feel like I'm not quite able to do what I want to do.
What do I want to do?
At the moment, it seems like an irrelevant question.
At the moment, I'm relaxed listening to music, reflecting on where I am in this moment.
To me, freedom is able to be able to capture these things, these meaningless words that make up a version of my memory of who I was.
But I don't feel free.
Challenge me.
But I don't feel free.
Challenge me.
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