some things you just gotta be sober for
ok so i gotta tell you about this thing about how cat power played the chanel spring/summer fashion show. it's totally crazy. pitchfork explains it a bit here [i'm inept at reporting news or recounting anything, really] and gives the link to the video. totally crazy. it's still blowing my mind. if you ever saw cat power play pre-the greatest, then you know that her playing a focused, cohesive, comprehensible set is still nearly unbelievable. i guess she's sober now, and that's the thing. right? but like, if you watch at the end of the video here where the model is out with the wedding gown on, you can see chan cue the band according to where the model is. THAT blew my mind. even more than the truer-to-the-original/peppier version of "satisfaction" [if you ever wanted to know what it sounded like, now you know].
so valentine's day. i never care much about it. yesterday i remembered ones in the past: chocolates from the first kevin [i was 14], some of which i still have in the "kevin box," i having saved all items relating to him in a box, all nearly undisturbed now for 12 years [seriously, wtf], including even a hair of his [no joke]; i remembered receiving the crow on vhs from brian at 15, and perhaps that is also when i gave him my retainer to wear as a necklace; nutella and a baguette from kevin at 18; one valentine's day post-breakup with scott, going to the bar alone to drink and seeing him there, and i don't totally remember; indian food in e.lansing with michael at 22 [22? i dunno]. that's what i remember of valentines day. and this year michelle brought french pastries for us to devour. pink tulips and godiva from my mom. a steak with my dad. there's always some godiva, even if it's just a little bit.
not sure what else there is to talk about. i pour over craiglist excessively. i go through things at home, throwing away at least half of everything. i'm selling things on ebay. no one really wants my stuff, but it's ok. i look at tour schedules for april, and i think about going to shows in nyc and not here. finally seeing every stupid little band i want to see. if i want.
so valentine's day. i never care much about it. yesterday i remembered ones in the past: chocolates from the first kevin [i was 14], some of which i still have in the "kevin box," i having saved all items relating to him in a box, all nearly undisturbed now for 12 years [seriously, wtf], including even a hair of his [no joke]; i remembered receiving the crow on vhs from brian at 15, and perhaps that is also when i gave him my retainer to wear as a necklace; nutella and a baguette from kevin at 18; one valentine's day post-breakup with scott, going to the bar alone to drink and seeing him there, and i don't totally remember; indian food in e.lansing with michael at 22 [22? i dunno]. that's what i remember of valentines day. and this year michelle brought french pastries for us to devour. pink tulips and godiva from my mom. a steak with my dad. there's always some godiva, even if it's just a little bit.
not sure what else there is to talk about. i pour over craiglist excessively. i go through things at home, throwing away at least half of everything. i'm selling things on ebay. no one really wants my stuff, but it's ok. i look at tour schedules for april, and i think about going to shows in nyc and not here. finally seeing every stupid little band i want to see. if i want.
posted by margaret @ 11:00 AM
1 Comments:
At 15 February, 2007 14:41,
Anonymous said…
yeah, and don't forget that that mouth retainer was painted with ska checks. you can deny it, but i love that you have the sentimental gene. mum
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