Mimesis of Girlhood in Three Acts featuring Bright Eyes
In those days, it was not uncommon for me to dream about having sex with Matt Damon and wake from those dreams convinced it was possible.
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Join NOW!In those days, it was not uncommon for me to dream about having sex with Matt Damon and wake from those dreams convinced it was possible.
...moreThere’s you and him, and you and me. You seem to want each of us all to yourself, and that’s fine; you’re the one we both care about.
...moreThe old music still filled pits in him like sawdust and wood glue do a nail hole. The songs didn’t say anything new over the years, but they provided home when he missed it.
...moreMost often, I do not speak when I am alone. That morning I sat on the couch and said Oh my God. I said it aloud, again and again, Oh my God.
...moreI don’t use the term “lifelong hero” frivolously. There are a lot of people I respect and wish to emulate; Annie Lennox, however, is the only “lifelong hero” I’ll ever have. I need her.
...moreThere are hard lessons about aging and dying and living on You Want It Darker that we’re not going to ever be done with until we either cure death or forget Leonard Cohen.
...moreThese golden years, precious and ephemeral, are falling in pieces at your feet everywhere you turn, and part of you thinks, let them. You almost wish, despite yourself, for this all to just go faster.
...moreSomething about the twangy banjo and the melancholy vocals just made me feel less alone. And I hated being alone.
...moreFor a band wreathed with as many indictments as laurels, as many charges of settling into post-avant-garde “dad-rock” as praise for their artistry, it’s no surprise that Wilco’s always been preoccupied with getting reborn.
...moreAs Emerson recognizes, someone who couldn’t care less about how they come across is all the more charismatic and convincing.
...moreBut what distinguishes Guaraldi from his superiors is his respect for the tried and true. If “O Tannenbaum” has worked for a few hundred years, maybe it’s worth kicking around the block a time or two.
...moreRegardless of where or how I listen to the CD, I can still imagine myself in the car’s passenger seat, smell Tim’s cologne, or see the sun setting in a mix of fiery colors beyond us.
...moreWhen I first heard Brian Sella’s sweet, pathetic voice sing these words, they seared a sense of guilt into me.
...moreIn her voice, I am held, cradled even. I am equal parts longing and hope. I am home.
...more“Pause,” like the nostalgia it references, possesses the qualities of ceremony. My ceremony: I played and replayed this song that year, transforming past into present into past over and over.
...moreAt once soothing and horrifying, it became for me the soundtrack of grief and hope for my wounded city and country.
...morePerhaps part of what prompted me to get clean and sober was the fact I kept making myself uncomfortable.
...moreLook at the hand on the cover: it is an older hand, an experienced one. It is an empathetic hand.
...moreSoon, you would discover the local isle of misfits. Every town has at least one if you do some digging. Yours was The Boathouse.
...moreWhen people asked what I was going to do after high school, I said, “Leave town.” I wasn’t kidding. I hadn’t applied to a single college.
...moreShe takes a simple story and turns it into something the listener can hold in the palm of their hand.
...moreOh, Annie, I thought, opening a can of beer. We’re going to be okay. Aren’t we?
...more“There is a curse that will be broken,” she promises.
...moreIt was all about desire, including women’s desire, Prince’s music. Women were not degraded. They were exalted, body and mind both.
...moreI drifted off and dreamed that Emily and I donned riding hoods and ran through the forest to escape from wolves.
...moreWhereas I once was “Abby, the girl who harbored a ridiculous but harmless amount of love for that weird ’80s singer, Annie Lennox,” I was now suddenly “Abby, the girl most parents might want their teenage children to avoid.”
...moreI knew if I could make it out of town, make it to college, I would survive. But I wasn’t sure I would.
...moreCould the idea of a god be reconciled with the things I saw around me? This question obsessed me in my last month in Cambodia.
...moreDeadlines make me crazy. They cause me anxiety, sleepless nights, and self-hatred, but they also make me work very hard, and to manage to always, somehow, so far, pull it off.
...more“Annie Waits” summed me up in ways that I wasn’t consciously aware of at the time and not only because Annie was my childhood nickname.
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