There's a list, in my mind, of records which are intimately related to bouts of unrequited love. Last February, in an effort to put a bullet between the eyes of a particularly nasty infatuation with a particularly nasty person, Will Johnson's "Vultures Await" filled my room with its austere melancholy.
I really liked this line:
If you're calling off your dogs, I'm calling off my dogs too...
She moved away last summer, and I haven't really thought much of her since.
I don't listen to that album much anymore either. That's a shame, because art this great should be enjoyed and not be just a means to an end.
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Mike once described overcast skies as being "vibrantly gray."
Today the sky was vibrantly gray, and it scattered strange pellets of ice all over the road.
A woman driving faster than prudence and the icy roads would allow plowed her green minivan into the front of my car, at an intersection one door down from my house.
Things are fine, but the wound on the front of my car could best be described as "gaping."
Rainy February afternoons were made for napping in front of the TV and not for standing in the cold and speaking to a Police officer.
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On campus tonight, Will Johnson sang some songs as part of the aptly named "Undertow Orchestra." It was a bright point in an otherwise shitty day. A shitty week, actually.
Hell, it's been a shitty month.
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I still have that record, and it's spinning right now. Things are looking up.
I really liked this line:
If you're calling off your dogs, I'm calling off my dogs too...
She moved away last summer, and I haven't really thought much of her since.
I don't listen to that album much anymore either. That's a shame, because art this great should be enjoyed and not be just a means to an end.
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Mike once described overcast skies as being "vibrantly gray."
Today the sky was vibrantly gray, and it scattered strange pellets of ice all over the road.
A woman driving faster than prudence and the icy roads would allow plowed her green minivan into the front of my car, at an intersection one door down from my house.
Things are fine, but the wound on the front of my car could best be described as "gaping."
Rainy February afternoons were made for napping in front of the TV and not for standing in the cold and speaking to a Police officer.
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On campus tonight, Will Johnson sang some songs as part of the aptly named "Undertow Orchestra." It was a bright point in an otherwise shitty day. A shitty week, actually.
Hell, it's been a shitty month.
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I still have that record, and it's spinning right now. Things are looking up.
Hey Brian, if you need help getting around town or need to borrow my car, please let me know. I've been where you are now and it sucks. So my car and my services are at you dispossal buddy.
Carlos
Posted by
Carlos |
2:44 PM
PS any advice on how to get rid of people from my mind? I am in the same boat as you last year.
Posted by
Carlos |
3:04 PM
Brian, if I had a car, I'd lend it to you, even in this fucking awful weather. I hope you're all right. If it helps at all.
Carlos, I recommend the Liturgy of the Hours. Seriously. And the movie Magnolia. And some alcohol. Not too much.
Another method is to develop constant little crushes all the time, so that when one falls through you can commit idolatry on another unsuspecting fallen human being, thus numbing yourself of the first rejection. And so on. However, having used this method since middle school, I have to say that method sucks. It does bad things to your soul, and plays hell with your ability to commit.
Samuel Johnson: "Life is not a progression from triumph to triumph, but from hope to hope." (paraphrasing) Actually, add Johnson to the list of crush remedies up there. He's the Johnny Cash of literature.
Posted by
Phil |
9:49 PM
Dude Brian, I am sorry for being such an ass.
I had some pretty f”cked up dreams last night over the fact I left that comment; I suppose it is my guilty conscious. I realize that I was a bastard for that. Who am I to use your blog and your melancholy state as a platform for my own cynicism?
Phil thanks… Phil, I got over my big crush last year with Sinatra singing Cole Porter tunes. When that did not help the very angry soundtrack to The Queen of the Damned helped a lot (it was a goddam awful movie but the soundtrack was awesome). And of course writing angry poetry helps too. The object of my crush double booked the day of our date. She was too busy dating one guy to make it to our date... in fact she was late to work the next moring. That bitch.
Posted by
Carlos |
9:57 AM
It sounds like you're having a very February February. Meh. Spring'll be here, soon, with all of the flowers and the ponies jumping merrily in the fields. Which is to say, sorry about your car.
Posted by
Meredith |
9:42 PM
What a lilting, lovely, (albiet sad) post.
I especially like the solo-swimming asterisks.
Why the shitty month? Not enough pie on your plate, perhaps? Let me know if I can help.
Posted by
Jana |
1:45 AM