Comments on: The Music That Made Me: Electric Six An NYC Blog About a Girl Who's Entirely Unembarrassed to be Fascinated by the Boring Fri, 28 Feb 2014 02:21:22 +0000 hourly 1 By: Mark Wed, 22 Jul 2009 21:49:04 +0000 I am definitely 100% more of a Shins person than a Sounds person. I’ve always had a strong preference for real instrumentation over synthesized dance beats. It must relate back to my vastly preferring my dad’s guitar playing to the Madonna/Prince/MJ noise that’d come out of my sister’s boom box, and the fact that I started listening to music when Kurt Cobain and the wave of music that came with him washed away all that synthesized stuff from rock music for a good while in my formative music-listening years.

I am very “to the beat of my own drummer” about a lot of words. One example is my liberal use of the word “nonsense,” and I guess another is this “poppy” thing. In thinking it over, I can’t really decide what music I wouldn’t consider to fit my definition of “poppy.” Most everything seems to fit. All I can think of is really heavy hardcore noisy classic rock, or, well, obviously classical music, and certain bands that sometimes make music that just deviates so much from pop that it trends toward the not accessible at times: Radiohead, Tool, NIN. And I suppose you wouldn’t consider indie bands like Fugazi to be “poppy.” Still, there is something very “poppy” about a lot of Modest Mouse songs, even if their style is “weird.” Lonesome Crowded West is basically the only album my elementary/high school friends can all agree on as being both great and a personal favorite of all of ours. There’s a core group of four of us & we all have pretty divergent tastes.

I need to write an all-encompassing journal entry that explains the “french girl” neighbor. Something happened. She quit her job & went back to Paris about a week & a half ago. I have another neighbor in mind who would definitely appreciate the rooftop Met thing; I am definitely going to mention it to her.

By: plumpdumpling Wed, 22 Jul 2009 20:05:28 +0000 I found another one to post, so watch it while you can.

The roof is open late on Fridays and Saturdays. It’s pretty awesome/unforgettable, especially when they have a cool exhibit up there. Here’s the very little info I found about it on their site. Take your neighbor there, ifyouknowwhatImean.

Um, yes, I feel entirely like you do when it comes to strange ritualistic group behavior. Although I don’t feel that way when it comes to church services, come to think of it; I love singing in unison and reciting prayer in unison and things like that, but maybe only because it’s respectful and not cheesy/wannabe-ish.

I was listening to my parents’ folk music in the 80s and early 90s, so Prince and Madonna are still totally foreign to me, and I only know Michael because of the popularity of his stuff in recent years thanks to the 80s revival. I know alternative 80s/90s stuff like The Cure/Smiths/Clash because when I finally did get into rock in the mid to late 90s, the local indie radio station played all of the old stuff, too. Going to the 80s night at one of the bars in Columbus when I go home to visit my family is sort of weird for me, because my best friend is dancing especially hard to the B-52s and Prince, and it just sounds horrible to me.

Anyway, yeah, it seems like it worked out for the best for you, although I’m surprised to hear you call Modest Mouse “poppy”. The Moon and Antarctica was sort of a life-changing album for me, but I thought (and still think) it’s so weird.

How do you feel about this? And, you know, this?

By: anne Wed, 22 Jul 2009 19:36:41 +0000 I was the Underground’s Personnel Director for a time. I also had a half-hour Movie Hour show for a quarter on Fridays. My now husband also had a show on Saturdays. We are all music snobs, yay!

To protect the totally-not-innocent (and super guilty), I will only say this. The station manager at that time may or may not have been the aforementioned life-defining relationship.

He was wonderful when we met- super smart, involved in activities, about to graduate, traveled, lived abroad growing up, nice to his mom, etc. He dissolved into drugs and lying and stealing to feed his addiction. Now I realize that I was probably one in a line of girls over the years that fell for him and got screwed, but at the time I felt super alone and sad. He lied about his past and what he was really doing all the times he wasn’t were he was supposed to be. It felt like I knew everything about him, and we were very close. Too close for me to see obvious signs. One day, the truth all came out. I tried to work on our relationship for a few months, but eventually it was way beyond my abilities to help him. I don’t even know now if I was ever that important in his life, which makes me a little angry too.

So at the end of college, I did poorly in school but learned great life skills- like all about withdrawal symptoms and pawn shops! I lost $$ (as did our friends/roommates) and a lot of self-respect. He eventually left town, taking our dog with him. The most life-defining part was that he left me with trust “issues.” That’s putting it mildly. I also assume everyone around me is on drugs if they start acting irresponsibly ;-) It was quite a learning experience. It was total foreshadowing that Trainspotting and Basketball Diaries were my favorite movies!

Also, I will totally not admit to routinely checking to see if he has a facebook/myspace/new public record.

By: plumpdumpling Wed, 22 Jul 2009 16:57:20 +0000 I can’t believe you listened to the OSU radio station. I DJed for it my junior and senior years, but I was so sure that not a single person was listening and was sort of lax about the whole thing. I’m sure there were a hundred times when I forgot to turn off the mic while a song was playing or forgot to ever push play and just had a bunch of dead air. I really wish someone had pushed to make that thing more a part of student culture. Your emo band choices are rad, though.

Do you think you could write more about this life-defining relationship? You know I’m interested. (As are all of your adoring fans, I’m sure.)

By: plumpdumpling Wed, 22 Jul 2009 16:53:00 +0000 You know it offends me to hear you claiming to be missing your best friend more than any other person has ever missed her best friend, but I suppose I do fly home to see mine, like, once a month now, so I’ll let it slide.

These videos won’t make you cry, but rereading your comment may. It was so beautiful, and I feel bad that my blog gets to hold on to it instead of yours.

By: plumpdumpling Wed, 22 Jul 2009 16:38:47 +0000 Man, you’ve really f-ed up my day. You reminded me of going to see Radiohead in 2001 in Cleveland with this boy I totally loved and all of his cute boy friends, and they opened with some song that totally blew my mind when paired with all the lights of their backdrop. 58hours tells me it was “National Anthem”, but I’d swear it wasn’t. And it was the best night, and I can’t find anything about it in my old, old journal, but I can’t imagine that I didn’t write about it, and now I’m going to spend the next 8 hours trying to find it.

Anyway, not to take away from your story. I completely know what you’re saying about the power of music to make me feel one way or another and how I can manipulate myself into feeling excited or sullen simply by switching bands on my iPod. It makes me a little sad the way I used to listen to nothing but, like, Damien Jurado and Sunny Day in college because I was all into making myself feel morose because life was so easy and I had to put myself down to write seriously. But now everything’s so serious, and I have to listen to Ladyhawke to keep from killing myself. (You know, kidding.)

But the funny thing is how a whole lot of us share these feelings about the power of music, and yet we’re all listening to different stuff. I laugh at people who say that My Chemical Romance means something to them, but what the hell, crap like Bush means something to me.

By: plumpdumpling Wed, 22 Jul 2009 15:54:03 +0000 I totally ready that as “the only feelings I care to acknowledge are Happy and Reggae.” And while I hate reggae, I was pretty amused.

I’m very interested in what this made you feel, though.

By: Mark Tue, 21 Jul 2009 17:55:04 +0000 “This video has been removed due to terms of use violation.” :(

So, you can watch the sunset from the roof of The Met????
Seriously, you can watch the sunset from the roof of The Met???
(I’ve been to The Met many, many, many times; never tried to get on the roof though; didn’t know I could.)

I play kickball; it’s like a league thing. I play for “a cause,” though I’m not sure what ours is. We’re undefeated! (4 – 0) ANYWAY, last night, the “red team” (The Fifth Graders) sang power ballads from the ’80s, like “Living On A Prayer,” and played beer pong, while we, the “grey team” (Playground Legends) sat & talked quietly. It was impressive how every single one of them sang loudly in unison to each song.

(Something in my constitution prevents me from doing stuff like that. This one time at a “ring dance” in high school, all the guys ran up to the dance floor and raised their rings, clamoring together, jumping on one another, making these deep, masculine resounding “ooooooooh” noises. I just sat back with my date and made fun of it. I just can’t. Fall ’07, I saw Obama speak in Washington Square Park. At the end of it, he started a chant: “Fire it up!” “Ready to go!” People all around me chanting. I just couldn’t. I’m, like, physically repulsed by conforming to group behaviors like that.)

ANYWAY, I don’t identify with power ballads or much of anything from the ’80s at all. Prince, MJ & Madonna don’t resonate with me; though I’m sure Devo, The Talking Heads & Violent Femmes would if I ever really opened myself up to them. I was a child of late ’90s alternative rock radio & punk rock stuff in high school, though my dad sort of laid the foundation with regularly playing Beatles songs on the guitar throughout my childhood. I emerged into really liking Bob Dylan & Elliott Smith in my sophomore year of college. I’ve kinda stuck with that. I don’t generally really care for what my friends have cared for, musically. I’ve bonded with a very small handful of people over strong musical interests. Later on, I came into really liking Mirah, Regina Spektor & Modest Mouse. I like people who structure songs and sounds how they’re not necessarily supposed to, but still organize stuff together so it’s still simple & poppy & accessible.

By: Tracey Tue, 21 Jul 2009 02:15:53 +0000 It does please me to know that you knew the Megadeth songs, and that you were even watching that film in the first place. You know, the director of that movie also directed Wayne’s World.

By: Kelly Mon, 20 Jul 2009 22:02:26 +0000 Yeah, that’s pretty much exactly what it was like, actually. Complete with the shoe.

See, Mere loves to go to rock shows. LOVES. IT. I do too, but I’m not quite as obsessed with smashing my body against the front of the stage, staying until the last note reverberates off the walls, etc.

Once, we went to some show – I can’t remember who was playing. Anyway, we were on the front row, happily rocking out, when a mosh pit suddenly broke out around me. Mere hightailed it, but it was several seconds before I could make my way out of the homoerotic display of angst and testosterone. And in the process, I lost my shoe.

Moshed against my will AND I lost a shoe. No Elton or Travis to make up for it, either.

TO THIS DAY, I bitch about that shoe, especially when Mere makes fun of me. “And thanks to YOU, MERE, I had to hobble through the parking lot of the Five Points Music Hall WITH ONLY ONE SHOE.”

I’m surprised I didn’t get the ebola.

By: plumpdumpling Mon, 20 Jul 2009 20:24:58 +0000 Hey, those are both great songs. And I don’t know why, but when I read your comment, I totally imagined you and Mere at a club, doing the dance that Cher and Tai do at the Valley party in Clueless (about 6:45 in) while everyone watched:

Tell me that’s pretty much exactly how it was.

By: plumpdumpling Mon, 20 Jul 2009 20:08:00 +0000 I’m actually going to account for every single one of them. Right here.

It’s so weird to me to imagine a time when you weren’t listening to Jump and Guster and BRMC and all that with me. It’s also hard to imagine how much my life revolved around Jump at one point, though, too.

It might please you to know that this weekend, Kam and I were watching The Decline of Western Civilization Part II: The Metal Years, and I was totally singing along to the Megadeth songs. So I’m glad for your metal phase.

By: anne Mon, 20 Jul 2009 17:34:38 +0000 Red Hot Chilli Peppers One Hot Minute makes me re-live a ife-defining relationship. From Falling into Grace to Tearjerker. The ups and down of dealing with falling in love, to drug addictions, to trying to put him behind me.

Most indie/emo bands (before emo was emo)from 1997-2000 make me think of the OSU college radio station and more specifically, the summer of 1998. Especially Built to Spill, Sunny Day Real Estate, and Neutral Milk Hotel.

Paul Simon’s Graceland brings me right back to long family car trips between Chicago and Cleveland.

By: cow Sun, 19 Jul 2009 15:44:18 +0000 I’ll give you a few. Modest mouse, dramamine, back in early 05 this song seemed to fit the bill when I abandoned the world, later 05 when I tried to come back to the world, autolux, part of my stoner mix of 06, stephen malkmus, kindling for the master, probably the best time of my life, all I did was kill zombies, early last year ghostland observatory, sad sad city, when I started hanging with someone, it makes me think of bernies and comfest that year, and all the strangeness of the time.

By: Sonya Sat, 18 Jul 2009 18:26:28 +0000 Yes, the best story involves Nelly- “Hot in Herre” and awkward bar dancing hahaha… will have to share over coffee or drinks :)

By: Tessa Sat, 18 Jul 2009 01:05:05 +0000 You know, I don’t know the Electric Six and I’m not going to click on those bits you’ve posted just yet, because:

When my then-dear, dear friend Tricia was moving from Georgia to Florida, I was absolutely distraught, and so was she, and we needed something seriously cathartic and horrific and true and deep — and our high school was putting on some play about the Holocaust, so we decided to go see it, and it was just kind of bad, and we could have kinda giggled if we hadn’t been relying SO MUCH on it to carry our agony faithfully through to another level of acceptance and growth.

And tonight has been a seriously intense night for me, and I miss my best friend more than any other person has ever missed her best friend, and she needs support more than any other best friend has ever needed support, and I need to cry, and if your clips don’t make me cry, I’ll just feel worse, but not in that true, deep worse way — but like an eggshell half crumbled and half clinging to the skin of the white.

By: kylie Sat, 18 Jul 2009 00:15:53 +0000 i doubt it will surprise you to learn that my entire life is soundtracked. i’m trying to come up with an example that doesn’t make me sound like a sad bastard, but nothing is coming to mind. my favorite moments are always radiohead ones.

oh, i have a good one. i was in 9th grade and i had gotten a detention for tardies and as extra punishment i was forced to walk to my grandma’s house instead of being picked up. it was a sunny fall day and as i walked past the identical, picturesque suburban houses i listened to ok computer.

“no surprises” came on and i suddenly felt like everything in life made sense, and as soon as the song was over it all went back to being muddled and frustrating again.

that’s one of my clearest memories of school, and also one of my clearest memories of what it is that makes me love music and art in general – the illuminating, clarifying, transformative effect it can have on you and your perception of the world. there is no logic in moments like that, they’re simply inspired.

By: Noel Fri, 17 Jul 2009 19:00:54 +0000 To answer your question, I don’t think Ryan has any hang-ups about my ex. It’s sort of a joke between us: my ex was named Ryan and was from Ohio, and the same is true of my husband. My now-husband just quickly learned to accept that I had baggage, and that’s why I love him! Awwww…

By: plumpdumpling Fri, 17 Jul 2009 18:53:28 +0000 YOU DID NOT ANSWER THE QUESTION.

I’d give you a pass because of the first part of the comment, but I’ll bet you have lots of songs stories that I should hear about.

By: plumpdumpling Fri, 17 Jul 2009 18:33:31 +0000 There’s no way he rides the subway. People like him and Zach Galifianakis never leave Brooklyn. (Which reminds me that I need to add him to my Famous People I’ve Seen list.) I never consider how many rockstars totally live in my neighborhood, though. If I did, I’d probably never see Kamran again for fear of missing out on a Matt & Kim sighting.