όπως υποσχέθηκα χθες, ήρθε η ώρα να γράψω για ένα αγαπημένο μου συγκρότημα και ένα ακόμα πιο αγαπημένο δίσκο. οι the good life είναι η δεύτερη μπάντα του tim kasher, γνωστού από τους cursive. ανήκουν στην παρέα της saddle creek και μετά από δύο άλμπουμ και ένα EP κυκλοφόρησαν το 2004 το αριστούργημά τους, το album of the year. και θα μπορούσε να είναι το δικό μου album of the year αν δεν είχε τόσο μεγάλο συναγωνισμό (βλέπε mice parade, tv on the radio, walkmen). ένα φοβερό concept άλμπουμ, που όπως λέει και στη σελίδα τους στο δίκτυο, περιέχει τραγούδια που σου κολλάνε άσχημα και τα βάζεις στο repeat. και κάνουν ακροατές που δεν δίνουν σημασία στους στίχους -όπως εγώ- να αποστηθίζουν τα πάντα απέξω.. και επειδή όπως είπα, είναι ένα concept άλμπουμ, η ιστορία αρχίζει κάπως έτσι..The first time that I met her I was throwing up in the ladies room stall. She asked me if I needed anything; I said, “I think I spilled my drink”. And that’s how it started (or so I’d like to believe)…
She took me to her mother’s house outside of town where the stars hang down. She said she’d never seen someone so lost, I said I’d never felt so found – and then I kissed her on the cheek… and so she kissed me on the mouth.
The spring was poppin’ daises up ‘round rusted trunks and busted lawn chairs. We moved into a studio in Council Bluffs to save a couple bucks. Where the mice came out at night, neighbors were screaming all the time. We’d make love in the afternoons to Chelsea Girls and Bachelor No. 2, I’d play for her some songs I wrote, she’d joke and say I’m shooting through the roof, I’d say, “They’re all for you, dear, I’ll write the album of the year.”
And I know she loved me then, I swear to God she did. It was the way she’d bite my lower lip and push her hips against my hips and dig her nails so deep into my skin.
The first time that I met her I was convinced I had finally found the one. She was convinced I was under the influence of all those drunken romantics – I was reading Fante at the the time – I had bukowski on the mind. She got a job at Jacob’s serving cocktails to the local drunks. Against her will. I fit the the bill: I perched down at the end of the bar, She Said, “Space is not just a place for stars – I gave you an inch, you want a house with a yard.” And I know she loved me once, but those days are done. She used to call me everyday from a pay phone on her break for lunch – just to say she can’t wait to come home.
The last time that I saw her she was picking through which records were hers. Her clothes were packed in boxes, with some pots and pans and books and a toaster. Just then a mouse scurried across the floor….we just started laughing ‘til it didn’t hurt.
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