Sunday, January 21, 2007

The soundtrack

Some songs, you listen to. Others, you live in. Or at least, Pretty Lady lives in this one.

11 comments:

henry said...

Nice one.

EN said...

I enjoyed it.

Anonymous said...

So that is the soundtrack, eh? This song is reminiscent to me of Norah Jones, Jill Scott and the like. Maybe a touch of Suzanne Vega.

I met Suzanne Vega some years back in St. Louis, and she was not like what I had pictured at all. Physically she is tiny, but she had a powerful personality, and she was much funnier in person than her music would lead you to believe. I had pictured her as a morose, gloomy lady and she wasn't like that at all.

Crom

prettylady said...

Indeed, Crom, morose gloomy people usually do NOT either listen to or produce morose, gloomy music. (Except for Mark Eitzel and Morrissey, of course.) If they did, they'd go jump off cliffs. Morose, gloomy people tend to be They Might Be Giants fans. It's a question of balance.

Anonymous said...

I'm not sure I agree with that assessment. I have known many gloomy, morose people whose CD collections seem to over and overture contain bands like Type O Negative, Switchblade Sister, Bauhaus, Siouxsie and the Banshees - all whose music qualifies as gloomy and morose.

I cannot imagine goths listening to the Carpenters or Katrina and the Waves. On the flip side I don't know many well-adjusted, happy people who sit around smoking clove cigarettes listening to the Smiths and The Damned.

Still, I am drinking my third cup of caffeinated coffee and listening to Leonard Cohen, so I may lack perspective.

Crom

prettylady said...

I, personally, spend exactly one evening per year smoking filterless Lucky strikes, drinking straight tequila, and listening to the Smiths, the Cure, and American Music Club. It's an aesthetic thing. Performance irony, if you will.

At the end of it I cast away my black turtleneck, stub out the cigarette, and bounce around to "You Make My Dreams Come True" by Hall and Oates.

;-)

Seriously, there's 'poseurs who are emotionally stuck at age fifteen,' and then there's 'genuinely borderline suicidal.' The Goths you mention are usually, in my experience, members of the former category. I do not count them as full-fledged adult humans. A person who is battling his full-grown demons tends to try to offset them with some casual levity, rather than unrestrainedly wallowing.

Anonymous said...

Hmm. I did not know that there was such a thing as adult goths. They certainly aren't a prevalent species in Texas, if they exist at all.

It would be difficult to be a goth as an adult, how can you whine about how much life sucks and how your parents don't understand things like "the exquisite torture of existing" when you are thirty-five and own a home in West Islip. It had not occurred to me that anyone would continue being a goth past the teenage years or until they needed to get a job that allowed them to actually make rent.

Crom

Henry said...

I'm quite appreciative that you chose a song from my favorite AMC album. Love that record on so many levels.

"...and I've been praying a lot lately/but it's because I no longer have a TV/just a flourescent hangover to light the way..."

prettylady said...

Good heavens, Henry, HAVE YOU BEEN PEERING IN MY WINDOWS???!!!!

Nobody but myself and the Pundit is supposed to know that that song is the signature soundtrack song for our proposed screenplay, "Drunken Angel," starring John Cusack, about a guardian angel who goes into rehab because her charge is such a putz. AND she's in love with him nevertheless.

Back, Henry. Back from my windows. I mean it, Henry. I'm notifying Hector the Block President about you.

Oh, wait. You just clicked on my playlist. Never mind...

Chris Rywalt said...

PL sez:
...a guardian angel who goes into rehab...

Come now, everyone above a certain level of sophistication knows angels are genderless.

Henry said...

Ah, PL you are quite the gift...