the age old question: does art imitate life, or does life imitate art?

"wasn't it the greatest self-inflicted torment of them all? every love song i heard on every radio i passed - they were all singing about my travails. my heartache, my blues, my missing you. all those ideas we make up about loving, all those pains suddenly come to life when i heard those songs. i'd become languid, standing there listening, looking into space. dreaming of her. feeling sorry i wasn't with her. … i was far away in the land of love. where every moment is destruction…

dear david bowie,
thank you for making my mornings tolerable by breaking up the monotony of the classic rock radio format i'm forced to listen to day in, day out at work.

and for aging so damn sexily. that too.

long live the goblin king.

xo,
a.

i'd like to keep a count of how many times a day i hear the same songs. "tiny dancer" or "cats in the cradle" or "sweet home alabama" or "maggie may." on and on and on. round and around and around. i'm going to have a melt down to the tune of "piano…

it took me far too long to discover the magnetic fields. they're on of those bands i should've been into years ago.

i love how steven merrit's lyrics are so excessively melancholy, but with a twist of irony. always being aware of how trite and cliche it can be to have a broken heart.

some song titles:
i don't want to get over you
i think i need a new heart
epitaph for my heart
the desperate things you made me do
crazy for you but not that crazy
i'm sorry i love you
love is like a bottle of…

fiona, get out of my life.

i wouldn't know what to do with another chance
if you gave it to me
i couldn't take the embrace of a real romance
it'd race right through me
i wouldn't know what to say to a gentle voice
it'd roll right past me
and if you chalk it up you'll see I don't really have a choice so don't even ask me

i'm much better off, the way things are

seriously.

all i need are more songs that remind me of you.

this song is haunting me.

i can't shake it.Oh Sailor