Tagged: the-suburbs
I can't always listen to the Arcade Fire
- by admin
it's not that I don't love them, I do. I love them like a fat kid loves cake. like sixteen year old girls love Justin Beiber. like Britney Spears loves Taco Bell. like Mitt Romney secretly loves universal health care and the gays.
it's that as a student I spend a lot of my time writing papers. a lot. more than I care to talk about on this here blog and since I have to spend so much time inside my own head working and re-working what I want to say as though I am a true, professional rhetor. as a result I usually write in complete silence so I can get my thoughts in order.
except when I listen to my two "paper soundtracks", The Social Network Soundtrack and for some reason The Suburbs by The Arcade Fire. don't ask me why because I'm not sure how it worked out that way for if I spend four hours writing a paper it means I'm either working in silence or have one or both of those albums on repeat/rotation.
I don't get it, either.
the problem is that because I always listen to The Suburbs when I'm writing papers when I listen to it in a non-paper writing situation I'm brought back to the hours I spent sloughing through Heidegger, lying through my teeth in my man-hating sociology class, or perfecting my papers in my English classes.
not stuff I want to be thinking about in my hours outside of campus.
but Alyson I hear you saying there's more than one Arcade Fire album, you dummy and I'll say yes I know but The Suburbs is their best in my opinion even though I have much love for Neon Bible it just isn't as polished or as catchy or as awesome so it's not the same.
it doesn't get as much rotation as The Suburbs and as a result I'm stuck thinking about being in school, at school, and working on papers for school which sometimes is like agony for me because I just want to get the fawk out of there sometimes, you know?
but I keep listening to it because it's so good.
in fact I'm listening to it right now, as I'm writing this.
and now I'll go to bed thinking about Kierkegaard. damn.
