i hate it when self-importantant bloggers rave about some music group and insist that you listen cuz they’re the undiscovered gem and ooh god you gotta listen cuz, dude, like they rock.
well, the faint have been around for a while, and i somehow never heard of them until cousin jason in los angeles insisted that i’d love them… and, damn, he’s right. if you like bis, if you like the mode, if you like that lovely lad who taught me how to spell ukulele, then you’ll love the faint.
you can snag some audio clips here, but you really need to buyborrowsteal their track take me to the hospital:
hold my hand its shakin’ bad
i’m going to the doc
i pay him he’ll fix me up
i think ive got enough
ambulance no costs to much
we’ll take a van
if they can’t fix me no one can
if they can’t fix it no one can
want you to take me to the H,
take me to the O,
want you to take me to the S,
take me to the P,
want you to take me to the I- T- A- L.
want you to take me to hospital
HOSPITAL |
you’re either thinking right now that sounds like the most ridiculous nursery rhyme i’ve ever heard, what sorta crack are they smoking down in vuaxhall?!, or, you’re thinking that sounds like exactly the type of silly electorockpop i need to make my thursday just slightly more enjoyable. yeah.
p.s. the kid in the photo above looks like he’s about to rock out to jesus. he’s about to flip out into a jack black-cum-peter frampton solo, licking his sweet fender stratocaster, knocking over candles on the altar and shocking the old biddies in the front row of pews. he has nothing to do with the faint, but still, rock on, little boy!
…between the boy and your expectations
i’ve been queueing for a long time, and now it’s finally time to jump on board. it doesn’t matter if i’m ready. it doesn’t matter in the slightest. the ride is here, ready to take me away on another journey. just like my morning commute, i blindly automatically go through the motions, and start this next romantic ride.
i’m not jaded. i’m not desparate. i wasn’t looking for love, and i have no idea if i’ve found it. if i were jaded, i’d dismiss these puppydog feelings, saying to myself, eric, you always feel this way. true, perhaps, but what’s a boy to do? why not enjoy where i am now?
most of me is embracing the merits of where we are now… the excitement surrounding those first few dates. the run-up to (1) living happily ever after or (2) having some fun and then going our separate ways or (3) disaster. the nervousness surrounding each call and text message and meeting. the possible rejection around each corner.
part of me, a very very tiny part of me is—is!—thinking yeah maybe this is the one and maybe i can stop searching and maybe start to live happily ever after. a tiny part of me is incredibly romantic and pathetic like that. i guess that would be my heart, which has been put through the wringer so many times but is still surviving.
my overactive brain has been developing all sorts of interesting thoughts… not necessarily related to this lovely lad who’s hypnotized me, but more about me me me and where i am with my ridiculously complicated life. maybe it’s time to slow down—just a bit—and stop with the clubbing and the meatmarket and so on. maybe, as .darian has said, it’s impossible for me to stop and i should just attempt to slow down.
i think the best thing i can do is just start this journey, actually invest some effort for once, and do my best to avoid the myriad of ways in which i typically screw things up. re-reading evijhserf would give me the holy grail of dating disasters.
