My MP3s A-Z

Erode the Person by Noothgrush

I was penpals with.Chiyo, this band’s drummer. Their songs were about hating yourself; it was cool. Chiyo owned a thrift store, maybe two thrift stores, and mailed me a Noothgrush hooded sweatshirt and t-shirt she’d screened on her own inventory. I wore my hair long then, Jewish curls, and I hated to get it cut but my mother would force me. After it had been a while and I looked fairly mopish my mother dragged me to West Hartford for a trim. Before it happened, though, I made her take a picture of me, tween pride at the longest my hair had ever been. I still have the picture – I’m wearing the sweatshirt and khaki pants. I looked bad. Sometimes I wonder why no one ever told me I looked bad and then I remember that they did.

Freshdog Madjive Chronicles by DJ Harvey

This is some light rock mix I downloaded and never listened to. Why do people like this? I saw Harvey play at Love on Saturday it was great. He didn’t play this. There were old people breakdancing that should thank their joints for cooperating for so long. There were tall pretty people that danced and held hands, the girl doing door in weird creepers and fishnets who somehow quit her job and just danced the entire time. I was tired, fell asleep and spilled beer on myself. I like that, it’s comforting. I didn’t know any of the songs, didn’t care. Early in the night everything was slow and almost scary. Love is a dark club, friendly but encasing; seventy BPM and a Gladys Knight protégé feels like really sweaty overweight people hugging you. I’m a good dancer, so I made it last. Bogdan showed up at 4:30, not long after the fifteen minute Love Money marathon and not long before I left. My friend was going to give us all a ride but when he said he was parked by Bleeker and started walking the wrong way I got in a cab. During the drive I listened to Bruce Springsteen on my iPod because it’s tiny and I keep it in my shirt pocket.