It is a joke amongst my friends, this affinity-bordering-on-pathetic-obsession I have for/with Neil and Tim Finn. While my appreciation for wee Liam Finn (Neil's boy) is unlikely to reach the same mythic proportions, I am finding it impossible to get this song out of my head. It's strange and familiar and dorky and sophisiticated all at once. I love it. I'm really looking forward to the avai...
Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Pink Martini, Iggy Pop, Ali G, Pulp, Tom Waits, Neil Finn, Tim Finn
I'm a smitty. It's no secret. I'm a word nerd. Lyrics are equally as important to me as the music. Bad lyrics can ruin a song. Good lyrics can make the music superfluous. Don't believe me? Try any cut from Songs of Leonard Cohen. Genius lyrics. With the exception of "Suzanne," which is tinkly and pretty, the music is repetitive and droney at best. And it just doesn't matter.Anyway, wha...
Pulp, Bauhaus, the Misfits, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Henry Rollins, Roxy Music, David Bowie, Neil Finn, Tim Finn
Things occupying my mind and time in high school: the Misfits, Glenn Danzig, Daniel Day-Lewis, looking like Siouxsie Sioux, Fuzzbox, Robert DeNiro, my purple Doc Marten Mary Janes, finding the perfect shade of Manic Panic, Henry Rollins and the handwritten postcard he sent me [a post for another time], Bauhaus, ripped fishnets... you get the idea, yeah?Things I could not have cared less about: ...
I was in third grade. My elementary school was a couple of cities over from where I lived (I attended a freaky cult-like school where kids got extra credit for skipping class to help the principal take potted plants out of her stinky, orange, 1970’s van. Seriously.), and somehow my parents had found another adult that a) lived near us and b) they trusted with their precious cargo. So every morn.
