hungarianlanterns
hungarianlanterns

Alright I’m on Johnson avenue in San Louis Obispo I’m five years old or six maybe. And indications that there’s something wrong with our new house trip down the wire twice daily im in the living room watching the watergate hearings while my stepfather yells at my mother. Launches a glass across the room straight at her head, I run upstairs to take cover lean in close to my little record player on the floor; so this is what the volume button’s for. I listen to dance music. Dance music. Okay so look I’m 17 years old and you’re the last best thing I’ve got going, but then the special secret sickness starts to eat through you, what am I supposed to do? No way of knowing! So I follow you down your twisting alleyways, find a few cul de sacs of my own—there’s only one place this road ever ends up and I DONT WANT TO DIE ALONE. Let me down, let me down, let me down gently, when the police come to get me I’m listening to. Dance music. Dance music.

crplpunkklavier
crplpunkklavier

i love and respect that post or tweet or whatever it was about how every mountain goats song is like whirring of the ac in a warehouse while john goes "the dog was. brown" but i do think it applies more to older songs. nowadays any mountain goats song is like [sexy saxophone riff] john darnielle sounding really excited: I HAVE A FIVE STEP PLAN FOR MAULING YOU TO DEATH [bass lick] WHEN THE COPS COME TO MY DOOR I'LL KILL THEM TOO [more saxophone]

turnstileskyline
redpandarascal

in conversation about white people who go to Japan and expect their knowledge of anime to culturally carry them, I was once posed with “it’s like if there was a Japanese guy who was obsessed with spongebob and came over here and thought he could get by just communicating in spongebob quotes.” This is a false equivalence because if such a man existed we would crown him king. We’d love him. Americans would fucking love that. sometimes I get sad that this isn’t a real guy I can invite to a party.

hong--zhi--zhu

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