Friday, September 28, 2007

Singing Silverchair

I love Silverchair. I remember in ninth grade being introduced to the greatness of "Frogstomp" by Nizhoni. (This is the same girl who introduced me to Salt-n-Pepa in fifth grade--also a life changing introduction.) I thought they were raw, cute, and musical geniuses. This was during my "artistic" phase so anyone I deemed as a musical genius was a crush.

Not only were they musical geniuses, all of their songs were like my soul poured out & put to music...or so I thought. I wanted to listen to nothing but Silverchair, Fiona Apple, and Bush (and Hanson but I was a closet fan--a girl couldn't like Silverchair & Hanson and still be respected as "deep"). They spoke to me, moved me, and made me feel remarkably connected to the world yet isolated at the same time.

This summer Silverchair released their fifth studio album: Young Modern. The first single, "Straight Lines", is fantastic. I find myself humming it in the halls. I start singing, "lately I'm a desperate believer but I'm walking in a straight line," when I think the classes aren't listening. So far every class has caught me trying to sing under my breath.

I wish I could type this only happens with Australian bands...truth is it happens all of the time. I tend to pick one song that I love for about two weeks & I sing it all of the stinking time. Last week I was fixating on Fiona Apple's "Extraordinary Machine". It makes me wonder if I'll get a Hanson or Bush song from the late nineties stuck in my head for the next couple of weeks.

Until then: "I don't need no time to say There's no changing yesterday If we keep talking and I keep walking in straight lines Wake me up lower the fever Walking in a straight line Set me on fire in the evening Everything will be fine Wake me up strong in the morning Walking in a straight line Lately I'm a desperate believer But walking in a straight line."

Thursday, September 27, 2007


I'm a horrible blogger. When I first started blogging six years ago, I was ambitious. I was going to change the world one post at a time. I was going to post intriguing questions, amusing stories, and make people world wide say a collective "hmmm..." After the first few posts I tended to post my thoughts on things such as pink hair ribbons (why it's almost always a good call), why intramural sports was a great way to see the true character of a person, and how grateful for my metabolism I truly was.

As the posts continued to decline in quality, I thought I'd take a sabbatical. No more blogging for others pleasure. I would only blog when something moved me. Or when I had cute pictures to post. Or when I was inclined to brag about a date. You see the pattern.

I like to think I've gained a little perspective since then...I mean one must pick some up in the course of six years along the way. I like to think my posts will be well written and actually make a point. However, I don't like to lie to myself: I'm not 5'10", I'm not dating Devin Harris, I won't post everyday, and my posts won't make sense. That's the truth.