But i can’t wait.
Ugh, it’s trenchcoat weather. The streets of UT campus are peppered with tan and black, and all i want to do is scream. As far as i’m concerned, the only people who can pull off a trenchcoat are Neo and Chris Noth.
(Couldn’t find a picture of Chris in a trenchcoat, but he looks damn good here.)
Was it the trench coat mafia or the TTU t-shirt I wore today? Either way, I feel completely bogged down by the world today. Almost hungover. I feel like Atlas, only instead of the world, I have the weight of the boosh on my shoulders. “But wait,” you say, “I thought you just trimmed.”
Sometimes a trim just isn’t enough.
Ya feel me?
What’s really getting me is the new Barenaked Ladies song. If you know me at all, you know that I absolutely adore BNL’s music. “Rock Spectacle” is one of the best live compilations of all time. They’ve got a goofy sound that manages to be occasionally poignant and touching. I find most of it irresistable. Even their less serious songs manage to be genuinely funny. But these past couple years my liking for the band itself has been waning. I suppose it all started with the annoying “One Week” followed by “It’s All Been Done” which was absolutely tedious. Then they started being total bitches about shared music. I can look past that; musicians work hard to make it in the industry and should look down upon so-called “fans” who don’ have the decency to support the band by purchasing legal copies of their art. (For the record, all of my BNL tunes were legitimately purchased.) They picked things up a bit with their album Maroon, but their latest song “Another Postcard” has sealed the boredom deal for me. Are they so out of material that they have to resort to winning the kind of audience humored by monkeys? Postcards… chimpanzees… I don’t get this song. It makes me so sad.
So let’s look back at what BNL used to be and gather those tender morsels into an urn I call “BNL: Fading Memories Blending into Dull Tableaux”:
Old Apartment
Call and Answer
Break Your Heart
What a Good Boy
When I Fall
Hello City
Brian Wilson
Off the Hook
Straw Hat and Old Dirty Hank
Conventioneers
Falling For The First Time
Alcohol
I Live With It Every Day
In The Car
This is Where It Ends
Tonight Is The Night I fell Asleep At The Wheel
Jane (I am the quintessential Jane St. Claire)
Lovers in a Dangerous Time
Wrap Yours Arms Around Me
Blame It On Me
Your list might be different, but these are my favorites, in no particular order. “Old Apartment” might be my absolutely favorite, partially because it’s the first BNL song I heard that I really liked and at the time it really hit home as I had recently moved out of the apartment and the life of a guy I was seeing. I’m not sure if the woman he lives with on the Danforth is the same woman he lived in the apartment with, but I tend to think it’s a different person. It makes me think about all the people we leave behind and the special little things they gave us that we miss. It also makes me think about how life goes on.
Also towards the top is “Call & Answer”, mostly because I think it would be extremely appropriate for a lover to play for me, partially because a girl dreams of finding a boy she can depend on, but mostly for the lines
But I’m warning you, don’t ever do
those crazy messed up things that you do
If you ever do
I promise you I’ll be the first to crucify you
Now it’s time to prove that you’ve come back
here to rebuild.
(I also think Dexter Freebish’s “Leaving Town” would be an appropriate choice, but that’s for another bloggerbation session.)
You might want to put “Blame it on Me” on the same album. That song is so painful but so true and I can’t help but love it. Pardon me, but I just shed a tear.
“I Live With It Every Day” has a similar effect.
“Jane” is the second BNL song I fell in love with, because it’s all about girls like me.
“Falling For The First Time” makes me feel like skipping, as does “Hello City”.
So light up some candles and nestle in with your own private BNL retrospective. Unless, that is, you’re humored by monkeys.
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