Posts Tagged ‘music



27
Dec
10

dear billy corgan,

You are bald, sometimes you wear long skirts/dresses at your live shows, and overall you seem like an extremely, how can I put it nicely, eccentric human being.  Basically, somehow I doubt the two of us would have much in common; if we ever got together for a beer I think we’d be resigned to discussing your music.  Although we could discuss sports, but you’d probably hate me because I know you are an avid Chicago Cubs fan, and because I’m a Red Sox fan you might just resent me.  You certainly couldn’t divulge any relationship advice that might help me find love, for eff’s sake, you’ve been romantically linked with many a females.  But that’s not really the reason, it’s mainly because you’ve had an on again/off again relationship with Courtney Love, the craziest biatch this side of the Great Wall.  Although you apparently did have a fling with Jessica Simpson, I’d love to know what she was like in the sack, when she wasn’t eating wings of buffaloes of course.  Wait, I got really off track, I’m writing you because of your song “Thirty-three.”

This song always depresses the crap out of me, yet I can’t stop listening to it…especially this time of year.  For some reason it makes me reflect on my not-so-interesting life and forces me to confront why I am A. single B. no prospects of not being single and C. in such a stagnant personal place.  I mean, how can a line like, “Tomorrow’s just an excuse away/So I pull my collar up and face the cold/On my own” not make you reflect on why you suck? And I do not wholly suck, only parts of me do, and Billy your song seems to bring out those parts in full force.  And I really want to know what the hell you meant by ‘Tomorrow’s just an excuse away.’ I always interpret it differently.  My guess is you weren’t referring to coming up with a new excuse, tomorrow, on why you are going to leave that nutjob Courtney Love again.  I come up with excuses constantly about items A, B & C above, the problem is the excuses are super good.  And thus, A/B/C are all still major components of my life.

So as not to completely encase myself in the post-holiday blues, I’ll finish by thanking you for providing glimpses of hope throughout this morose  song.  While lamenting my seemingly boring life, lyrics like “for a moment I lose myself/wrapped up in the pleasures of the world,” and, “I know I’ll make it/love can last forever” offer rays of light in this dark, dreary world.  Haha, I sound absurd with lines like that.

I’m not actually depressed, but who is truly happy the few days after Christmas? Not to mention it’s about 0 degrees outside, with heavy winds and snow. Excuse me for not being all hunky-effing dory.

15
Dec
10

dear mumford & sons,

This is kind of a difficult letter to write, at least in terms of the concept of this blog, mainly because for the life of me I really can’t decipher what the eff this song means.  A quick recap of the comments on songmeanings.net (a tremendous website, by the way), has people telling tales of religion, philosophy, and drug addiction.  Well, I’m not smart enough to understand philosophy and religion, and the only thing I’m addicted to is French Pressed coffee…So I’m going to go out on a limb and interpret the song my own way.  I’ll keep it short and simple, I think the primary character in the song is addressing him/herself.  As you can see, if that is how I interpret the song, this letter really has no place in a blog dedicated to relationships.

Only, it sort of does.  I think part of the reason I’ve been so unlucky in love is because for the first quarter-plus century of my life I’ve been a pretty selfish human being.  I don’t necessarily think that is a bad thing though…I’m not going to go on that whole ‘before you love someone else you need to love yourself rant,’ but at the same time I was just never in a place where I could fully devote myself to someone else enough to maintain a romantic relationship.  Whether it was a job that required lots of travel, living briefly in strange places, grad school, or just the desire not to be held accountable to anyone but myself, I was not ready to fully commit.  In Rocky IV, Drago said (in Russian, mind you) “I fight for me! I FIGHT FOR ME!” Wow, I can’t believe I just referenced Rocky IV.  Whatever, the Rocky-Drago fight did effectively end the cold war, yet I digress.  Anyway, I was living for me, I WAS LIVING FOR ME!  As Mumford said,

‘Cause I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it’s meant to be’

And yes, I’m sticking to that rationalization because if I don’t it means I must be just generally undesirable.  But I’m pretty sure I’m in a different place now, a place where I know how to live my life as I should, a place where I’m ready…to love someone else, or fight a Russian mammoth, or maybe even both.

Sincerely,

Apollo Creed (RIP my friend)

ps – I realize I effectively did not pay attention to any other part of the song, but I didn’t want to turn this into a thesis.

 

 

08
Dec
10

dear john lennon,

I was born after Mark David Chapman shot you outside your hotel 30 years ago today, so I am not here to mourn your death, and discuss where I was at the time.  Though, I could tell you…I was about the size of a fingernail inside my mother’s womb.  I’d rather take a few sentences to celebrate your music, as after all that is all I know about you.  I am not a die hard, passionate Beatles fan.  I did not rejoice last month when iTunes finally released your collection.  But I do listen, quite often.  And I do enjoy almost all of your music.  I was forced to google which songs you wrote, as I am a bit ignorant when it comes to who wrote what.  I will take the time to say those who think Paul is the better writer should take a good hard look at what you wrote as well.  I wanted to pick one of your songs that was A. uplifting and B. spoke somewhat to the theme of my blog.  Suffice it to  say, songs like ‘I Am the Walrus’ and ‘Strawberry Fields Forever’ did not make the cut.  In the interest of keeping this short and concise, and to let the music do the talking, I will leave you with the words from a song titled “Love Boat Captain,” written by Eddie Vedder/Pearl Jam, “It’s already been sung, but it can’t be said enough. All you need is love.”

In fact, I’ll sign this brief letter with another Pearl Jam quote from the song ‘Light Years.’
“Your light’s reflected now, reflected from afar
We were but stones, your light made us stars”
04
Dec
10

dear morrissey & zooey deschanel

I wanted to write you both a quick letter this morning.  Originally it just going to be addressed to Zooey, because after all it was her cover of The Smith’s “Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want” that inspired this writing.  That, and the fact that whatever woman I end up marrying will have to understand that you, Zooey,will definitely be on my celebrity-I-get-to-have-sex-without-worrying-about-repurcussions list.  You may even crack the top 3, whereas you, Morrissey, will not be said list.  However, you did originally pen the song so I feel it’s only right that I address it to you as well.

This is an entirely melodramatic song for me to be posting right now.  To summarize the situation, actually there really is no situation to summarize, it’s brief enough to just lay out fully – I’ve been out with the same girl for a few drinks twice in the last week, and we have tentative plans to meet up for dinner next week.  Hopefully she’ll have enough wine at dinner where making out by her car seems like a good idea, yet I digress.  I’m not writing you to beg you to ‘please let me get what I want,’ because I’m not sure yet if I really ‘want’ this girl.  So far though she seems fun, smart and I’m attracted to her…and she SEEMS to feel the same way about me.  But still, early days, right?  I do know, however, what I don’t want…I don’t want to let my guard down again like I did with this girl and get demolished.  That’s not too much to ask right?

Also, as per your lyrics, “lord knows it would be the first time.”  Well first off I don’t really believe in a Lord (though Adrian Gonzalez may be a member of the Red Sox by the time you get this letter, so who knows…), but if things go well with this girl it would not be the first time.  I’d be lying if I wrote that.  But all the same that’s kind of the feeling I think we all get when we are getting to know someone new on a possible romantic level, all previous romantic escapades go out the window and it honestly does at least FEEL like the first time.  Anyway, I’m going to enjoy the snow.  But Morrissey, thanks for writing this song and Zooey, I love you.  Um, I mean, thanks for covering it so wonderfully.

Sincerely,

Your Real Life Joseph Gordon-Levitt




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