Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Alright, Conor, I Spoke Too Soon
A few weeks ago while driving with Lauren to Westgate Mall for whatever reason, I remember telling her as we weaved through the curvy entrance "I think I'm over Bright Eyes." I'm revoking my previous statement as I was wrong.
I first encounter Conor Oberst in 2000/2001 when my friend Sheli set me an mp3 of "If Winter Ends." I was feeling melodramatically shitty, as teenagers are apt to do, and it completely blew me away. The overly somber song felt like exactly what I needed to hear...and I've always sort of associated Bright Eyes with a depressing atmosphere that he doesn't deserve. Admittedly, Oberst has gone on record at declaring embarrassment for some of his previous work.
That's not to say I've shrugged his work off into one mold, but rather, just something that always positioned itself in the back of my mind.
I've found now, Bright Eyes is more like that book that you really do enjoy, but only it certain amounts when it feels right. And no, I'm not talking about simply being depressed. While sometimes, yeah, I'll admit, listening to some of his tracks is a nice little therapy when feeling down, I'm more talking about feeling quiet, introverted, and introspective.
For me, I think Bright Eyes is more like a fireside chat with that old friend that's just passing through. It's not something I necessarily do very often, but it's very rewarding when the opportunity rises.
As if this small epiphany isn't enough of an indicator, Conor's recently come through for one of these fireside chats and I realize I've somewhat neglected his recent effort. I'll likely load Casadaga back onto my iPod when I get home.
I first encounter Conor Oberst in 2000/2001 when my friend Sheli set me an mp3 of "If Winter Ends." I was feeling melodramatically shitty, as teenagers are apt to do, and it completely blew me away. The overly somber song felt like exactly what I needed to hear...and I've always sort of associated Bright Eyes with a depressing atmosphere that he doesn't deserve. Admittedly, Oberst has gone on record at declaring embarrassment for some of his previous work.
That's not to say I've shrugged his work off into one mold, but rather, just something that always positioned itself in the back of my mind.
I've found now, Bright Eyes is more like that book that you really do enjoy, but only it certain amounts when it feels right. And no, I'm not talking about simply being depressed. While sometimes, yeah, I'll admit, listening to some of his tracks is a nice little therapy when feeling down, I'm more talking about feeling quiet, introverted, and introspective.
For me, I think Bright Eyes is more like a fireside chat with that old friend that's just passing through. It's not something I necessarily do very often, but it's very rewarding when the opportunity rises.
As if this small epiphany isn't enough of an indicator, Conor's recently come through for one of these fireside chats and I realize I've somewhat neglected his recent effort. I'll likely load Casadaga back onto my iPod when I get home.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Good Morning, Internets
Apparently the giraffe fancies himself the dominant animal at the zoo.
I'd also like to take the time to thank the good people and the Herald Journal, who, after nearly 3 years of having me as a freelancer, still cannot spell my fucking name correctly.
I'd also like to take the time to thank the good people and the Herald Journal, who, after nearly 3 years of having me as a freelancer, still cannot spell my fucking name correctly.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Good Morning, Internets
This is the newest shirt design by Busted Tees, which is gloriously and so indirectly offensive that I'm surprised it wasn't T-Shirt Hell that put this out. Good jobs, kids.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Good Morning, Internets
One day, I'll stop finding the existence of things like these funny. Today is not that day.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Good Morning, Internets
I post this merely to make my friends who are champions of all things Nintendo cry
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Good Morning, Internets
"The presidency, yes? We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false! "
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
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