Daydream Nation

The first album of many...

Today I begin. Begin on the quest that will hopefully get me into this eerie and exciting world of blogging!

The challenge is to listen to all of my husbands music.

EVERY SINGLE ALBUM.

Let me explain.

When I first moved in with my husband, Ben, I was overjoyed by the stacks and teetering piles of CDs and casettes, pouring out of old wine crates he got from work. I felt desperately excited, being what I felt was a superior connoiseur of music myself. *SNORT*

I am not.

I will listen to these three albums till death, unless I spread my wings, and try something new.

The Hissing of Summer Lawns by Joni Mitchell

In Rainbows by Radiohead

Avalon by Roxy Music

These are not bad albums. In fact, they are f*cking fantastic if you ask me! But I can't spend the rest of my life attempting to sing along with Joni, or crying to House of Cards by Radiohead, and I'm sorry, but I most certainly CANNOT spend my years swooning to Bryan Ferry moaning More Than This.

There I draw the bloody line.

But where to begin? I have been married to Ben for near 2 years, and haven't even scratched the surface of the towers of music. They are sitting there, gathering dust, sadly waiting!

I guess was intimidated. I once tried to alphabetize it all. That went about as well as... my stint as a meat eater!

So, here I am.

And Daydream Nation by Sonic Youth is playing.

It is exquisite, harshly melodic.

It hurts, because it reminds of being high on teenage hormones, the crazy rush, the crazy thinking.

You know 'if he/she just looks at me, I won't kill myself tonight.'

And the leaving home, the brutal loneliness out there, in the grim real world.

Being alone, being ashamed because sex is scary, pretending to know what you're doing is pointless, they can all see through your mask. And you're still scared of the dark.

This album begins with Teen Age Riot.

It sounds like a mess, and it makes perfect sense. It sounds like anger on drugs.

 

Listen to it. Watch the messy images. Decide for yourself.

In my opinion, this album is a masterpiece. It deserves highest praise.

It was created in 1988, in a New York basement studio.

Thurston Moore, Kim Gordon, Lee Ranaldo, Steve Shelley.

They jammed for hours, the songs took months to craft, they improvised to inspire themselves.

My favorite song on this album is The Sprawl.

Perfection!



This video is Sonic Youth performing it live in 2007.

The video above is Candle. Beautiful, strangely poisonous, shamefully seductive.

Like your high school english teacher...

I am now a part of the club. The Sonic Youth Fangirl club. Just like every other pseudo-indie-college age-attempted author-enthusiast-thingy.

For those of you who are wiser than I, I apologize for my pretentious and naive diatribe.

I know that you have known of this band for aeons. I know that I am a mere babbling baby.

I bow in humility to your knowledge.

And to Sonic Youth,

May we worship your strange sounds till the end of time.

That certainly beats the shit out of Bryan Ferry!

(No offense, my be-quiffed and debonair darling)

But yeah, its true, isn't it?