the_prodigal: Lurking in the dark (Default)
Sod it. I may have a paper to write, but I have to just get this out of my system. I was listening to one of my all-time favourite songs as I was driving home, after visiting a friend who is very much in distress at the moment. I was humming along and thinking about my friend and the fact that she also loves that song. And I realised something equally embarrassing and reassuring: We are now officially old enough to prefer music that was made a decade ago.

I always had a laugh at my dad's expense because he thinks the sun shines out of Beethoven's arse. Not that I don't like Beethoven. I certainly do. That shit was hard rock in Beethoven's day. And it was a bold choice on my dad's part, since he grew up in a place where Beethoven could've been a type of salad as far as people around him were concerned. It just seemed to me that his disinclination toward listening to anything other than classical music was a sign of single-mindedness. However, it dawned on me that I personally think the 1990s produced much of the best music ever made. So I'm just like my father when it comes down to it. Which shames me for having laughed at him. At the same time, I find it kind of heart-warming that  we have that in common: loving something so loyally, namely the music that, respectively, got each of us through a troubled youth.

The song that got me contemplating is 'Let Down' by Radiohead. We -- i.e. my friend, myself, and Thom Yorke -- ought to have grown out of all this teenage angst by now, but I guess some people never do. We just cannot seem to leave the growing pains behind us. So why not revel in them instead?

Shell smashed, juices flowing
Wings twitch, legs are going
Don't get sentimental
It always ends up drivel
One day I am gonna grow wings
A chemical reaction
Hysterical and useless
Hysterical and
Let down and hanging around
the_prodigal: (Smoker)
Look, Reznor, you've got it all backwards (she said, savouring the mental image): I want to fuck you like an animal. That's the way it always was and always will be. That swivelling in the air you do there, and those... gloves... you wear, all strung up by the wrists and blindfolded. Ah, happy days! Apropos of being strung up by the wrists: Am I the only one who associates that directly with Thom Yorke? We do indeed suck young blood - or not so young anymore, as it happens... Reznor, you're what, now? Forty-two? No, wait - don't answer that; I don't really care. I'd still do you if you were a hundred years old. And the leather thingies in that old vid of yours remain the clothing items I would most dearly like to see on my boyfriend. Sick, you say? Who are you to talk? ;-)

That little outburst was probably only decipherable to people familiar with NIN and Radiohead. Sorry.

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