When I first moved to NYC, I was dating this great guy named Todd who had this terrible friend named Sarah. On my first night in the city, she took us to eat at the Sea in Williamsburg, which would later become the neighborhood I’d move to and live in for three years and counting, even though I’m not even sure I knew we were in Brooklyn at the time. I thought Sarah was a little bit bitchy and a little bit glamourous, which is exactly what I look for in friends, and I assumed we’d be likethis soon enough.
But then Todd came home from hanging out with her one night and told me that Sarah said my taste in music was not indie but singer-songwriter. As I’d prided myself up until then on knowing all the music my friends didn’t, I was super-offended that this Goldfrapp-loving rich girl was calling me “not indie”. When I thought of singer-songwriters, I thought of John Mayer and Jack Johnson, who I just don’t consider my guys.
The other day, though, I realized that actually, yeah, I’m totally not embarrassed to like certain singer-songwriters:
But I hate all the others, and I’m totally indie, so there.
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I agree on all counts, although I definitely think there is a difference between indie singer/songwriter and Coffee Shop singer/songwriter…if that makes any sense. I feel like the John Mayers of the world fall into the latter category.
I haven’t been keeping up with Damien Jurado, although I like the song you posted, so I’ll have to check out the newest stuff. My favorite album of his is Rehearsals For Departure, and now I REALLY want to listen to it, augh!
I’ve been a fan of Damien’s for forever, and it’s rare that I say this about any artist, but I really think he gets better with every album. Caught in the Trees is my favourite of his yet. I want so badly for everyone to hear it that I uploaded it to my server so you can download it from me. I’m only gonna keep it there a little while so I don’t get fined four million dollars, so get it while you can. Unless you’re against that sort of thing, of course.
I think you’re right about the coffee shop thing. I mean, how many people do you know who are listening to Damien, anyway? You can be a singer-songwriter and still be indie.
i ate here! with you! i’m tickled green that we both spent our first day in NYC peeing in showertoilet cylinders.
fuck sarah. damien jurado is awesome.
Damn, I’m a one trick pony, huh? I got taken there on my first night here. I took Kamran there for his birthday the first year we dated. I took Tracey there to hold the rice cones up to her boobs.
I’m really glad to hear you like Damien, though. I thought y’all were supposed to listen to nothing but Madonna remixes.
I ate there with you, too! (But I don’t seem to have any pictures from it.) I did enjoy those little rice cones.
I have a picture of you with the rice cones. But I kept printing it out to hang in all of the different locations I find myself in throughout the day–Kamran’s shower, Kamran’s couch, the subway, my desk, the bathroom at work, Kamran’s bed–that the file got corrupted, and I had to delete it. Too bad.
Hott!
You want I should cut her for you?
She had a sad, sad life, so I’m okay with letting her keep her pretty face intact. But next time, I’ll keep you in mind.