Sunday, June 22, 2008

Believe, believe in me...

You may have gathered from the fact that I rarely post here but am now posting twice within two hours that I am quite bored. Which would be an accurate observation.
I'm in my house after a lovely weekend with Boy and am already counting the hours before I can return. Mostly to see him again and also mostly to get the fuck away from my parents. You can figure out the math of having two "mostly's" in a single sentence.
Anyway, all I really have to do right now is to gorge myself on M&M's and Jelly Bellies from my cousin's wedding while I listen to my iTunes and contemplate watching Funny Games, though I don't really want to watch it by myself. As a result of this boredom and newfound ability to use Imeem correctly, I decided to make a playlist only with songs that describe my personality, an event I went through, or contain so sort of significance to me.
The play list is 30 tracks, and I will try to put one track up here every now and then as well as some sort of description about why it's on this play list. It's not in any real order, and I may change it as time goes on, but I tried to more or less put them chronological order of my life (while still trying to make the tracks run into each other relatively smoothly... I mean, having Iron & Wine being followed by Circa Survive is a bit jarring, y'know?)

At any rate, the first song on my list has already been discussed briefly in my last post; "Tonight Tonight" by the Smashing Pumpkins. Because of that, I'll blabber on some more and give the second song on my list.
When I was little, probably about second grade, my older sister ripped a Hanson CD from my hands and handed me Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness by the Pumpkins. While it's certainly not their best album, it is my favorite. I always have a special place in my heart for the first songs I hear by an artist. My first Pumpkins exposure was "Bullet with Butterfly Wings" (unless you count Lauryn singing "We Only Come Out at Night" to me in the dark with a creepy voice). In high school my senior year, it was a mandatory project that all senior's make a "Senior Scrapbook" in their English classes. I was lucky and my AP English teacher was mad chill about them; all she did was say we needed a certain number of pages and different topics in it and that was all. My good friend Aleks had the good idea of making the first page of her book the lyrics to a song that was important to her. She chose "Back in Black" by AC/DC (for damn good reasons) and after much deliberation I decided to copy her idea and use "Tonight Tonight." One of the best songs by my favorite band, with lyrics that perfectly describe the sensation I had leaving high school and moving onto the college. I mean, come on:

"Time is never time at all,
You can never ever leave
Without leaving a piece of youth.
And our lives are forever changed,
We will never be the same;
The more you change the less you feel."


If those lyrics don't provoke a sense of a fear of time, of aging, of leaving everything and everyone you have ever known behind you to move onto your next stage of life, I don't know what would.
I love this song so much.




Tonight, Tonight - The Smashing Pumpkins



The second song on my play list, is "Walkin' on the Sun" by Smash Mouth.
Yeah, I know, right? What's their deal these days?
Well, this song is from their bitchin' album Fush Yu Mang, back when they were good.
The story behind this song isn't anything too special... well, it was for me. But then again anyone else reading this probably doesn't care about my life or songs that are important to me. Except maybe Jon, but you don't have to pretend, Sweetie. :) Stop reading any time! This is more for myself than anything else...
Anyway.
My grandparents used to own a house down the shore, on Long Beach Island. One day during the summer when I was pretty young (I would guess fourth grade?) my immediate family had the house all to ourselves for once. It was a rare occasion then, and it's even rarer now that they have a bigger, nicer house and we have more relatives that stay there all the time in the summer.
I just have this memory of my parents blasting music from a little radio/CD player in the dining room while dinner cooked on the grill outside. They were playing the radio, probably Q104.3 if we could still get it down there, and rocking out happily. Lauryn convinced them to let her put a CD in, and I guess the beers and vodka that they'd had allowed such an easy transfer of music DJ-ing. Lauryn puts in Fush Yu Mang, an album that Kelly and I had made her play to death already due to the goofy way she would pantomime a little dance to the song "Padrino."
She said "I think you guys will like this song," and played track three; "Walkin' on the Sun."
I guess the song ignited some of their collegiate hippie memories, with all it's talk about drugs, guitar playin', hippies, and hating the Man.
They started dancing.
Dad had a huge, rare smile on his face. Even when I was a little kid I knew to appreciate that smile. He was/is always so bogged down by work... when he does get that smile, it leaves all too soon and easily. I'm sure a beer or two helped that smile on his face, but its harmless for him. He's constantly working and if I were ever under half the stress he was I don't think I couldn't handle it as well as he does.
Mom was, well, Mom. Probably quite drunk, as a child who couldn't even spell "alcohol" I knew no better. I only realized that recently, when recalling this memory a few months ago, and it actually makes this fond memory seem a little soiled. But I don't care. I was a child at the time, and simply happy that my parents were happy.
They were getting along, laughing and dancing and holding hands; something I have seen them do only at weddings, our one family vacation to Disney World, and once at the Ren Faire. They danced, something I have seen them do even more rarely. After making Lauryn repeat the song a few times they sang haphazardly with the words...
It's simply a nice memory I have with my family; I can still see the dining room table, the counter separating that room from the kitchen with tall stools... I can see Kelly and I dancing together and with Lauryn while we watched Mom and Dad happily. I remember Lauryn pointed out to me that they were holding hands.
I have many happy memories with my family, don't get me wrong; but as I've grown up and gone through puberty and high school and such, my angsty teen self hasn't allowed me to really reflect on any of them.
But I've always had this memory, and even the bitterness I feel towards my parents for so many things can't actually stain it, not for more than a few moments.

Walkin On The Sun - Smash Mouth

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