Everybody's Girl

I can't shine like stars, but I'll be your satellite

"Jupiter's too heavy to hold
And Mars is too cold and Venus too hot
I'd try for Saturn's beautiful rings
I am none of these things and I'm glad that I'm not
'Cause you'd expect alot."

Jason Plumb, Satellite

Hey Wait. Great Smile.

You need to watch the new Interpol video.  Evil is one of the best songs I've heard in a long time, and the video is stunning. 

Don't be frightened of the puppet.  He's very sad, and quite agitated at times, but I think you'll find him real easy to love, too.

Revisiting:  Charlie White's Understanding Joshua.  Dooce's Interpol hell.

Workbook

Bob Mould's got a weblog. It's a nice, comfortable spot, and it feels like we're friends already.

Megan - he's your blog*spot neighbour! You should ask him if you can borrow a cup of sugar, or something. Then get him to autograph all your records. Even the ones that aren't his.

Lover/Fighter

You should really be listening to Hawksley Workman's new record.

Taste it.

Elliott Smith, 1969-2003

I remember how your music streamed out of the speakers of my new pc for the first time. I was alone, all alone again, and you and this machine kept me company for hours, late at night. Five years later, I still appreciate your records more with every listen. My computer, on the other hand... is sad and tired. I am the same.

You inspired me, you worried me, you broke my heart, and mended it again. You wrote songs like I'd never heard before. Sweet, sad songs that nourished the aching inside of me.

"They say that God makes problems
Just to see what you can stand
Before you do as the devil pleases
And give up the thing you love
But no one deserves it."

And now you've taken your own life. Called it off. You've left countless songs unwritten. And it's your cds again that fill my evenings. Fill the spaces. Fill the empty. I only wish you could have found the same solace in your music that I did. Or maybe your music was the one thing that got you as far as that last Tuesday morning.

You died in the middle of recording your final album. From a Basement on the Hill. One last record to get me through the grieving.

Rest in peace, Elliott. At long last.

Hope you're jamming with Lennon. xo