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August 31, 2007

friday youtubery: sad dance music

All my favorite sad songs are house-ish and minimal these days, as in the "Radio Slave's Remix for K" version of Trentemoller's "Moan":

(You can hear my preferred version of that song here.)

Or LCD Soundsystem's "All My Friends:"

Speaking of versions and remixes, here is the Franz Ferdinand version of the same song:

I have to admit that there is a raced division of labor in my sad music preferences, in that I find most R&B moping boring, but maintain a soft spot for moping white alt. types. (What's that line about one of the features of white supremacy being an irrational love of white people?) I think there is a relevant Armond White article somewhere about how popular black music is no longer a venue that supports much in the way of vulnerability, although I imagine that (if I can find it! There is no online archive of The City Sun articles) was written before the age of Kanye West:

The big difference between the personas of Kanye and 50 Cent, and yes we're going to keep talking about this, is that Kanye makes personal pop music, whereas 50 mostly just makes popular pop music. 50 doesn't vent his soul, and he's not particularly concerned with coming across as an actual human being; instead, he blows himself out into this indestructible ghetto superhero character. Kanye, by contrast, is just as arrogant, but his arrogance brings with it hesitation and vulnerability and uncertainty. At least for me, there's always been a certain fantasy-baseball-camp appeal to Kanye: this is what happens when a typical dorked-out rap fan with no pretensions toward street-cred or hard-scrabble origins suddenly gains access to the mysterious world of rap stardom. [full Breihan]

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August 18, 2007

single in LA 002

single in LA 002, originally uploaded by ebogjonson.

Wherein me and my man W find ourselves consuming firewater in downtown LA.
W and I are engaged in a completely bullshit convo with one young gent
(white, middle American) who hasn't realized that he's queer yet, which is
fine because the girls he's with have also slept on dude's confusion.

W sez: Yo! Talk to those girls!

But what's the point? All of us are here under false pretenses.

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August 17, 2007

single life in LA

single life in LA, originally uploaded by ebogjonson.

wherein we find ourselves suddenly ourselves in Los Angeles

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May 14, 2007

when someone great is gone

I wish that we could talk about it,
But there, that's the problem.
With someone new I could have started,
Too late, for beginnings.
The little things that made me harassed,
Are gone, in a moment.
I miss the way we used to argue,
Locked, in your basement.

I wake up and the phone is ringing,
Surprised, as it's early.
And that should be the perfect warning,
That something's, a problem.
To tell the truth I saw it coming,
The way, you were breathing.
But nothing can prepare you for it,
The voice, on the other, end.

The worst is all the lovely weather,
I'm sad, it's not raining.
The coffee isn't even bitter,
Because, what's the difference?
There's all the work that needs to be done,
It's late, for revision.
There's all the time and all the planning,
And songs, to be finished.

And it keeps coming,
And it keeps coming,
And it keeps coming,
Till the day it stops
(Repeat x3)
And it keeps coming,
(Repeat x7)
Till the day it stops.

I wish that we could talk about it,
But there, that's the problem.
With someone new I could have started,
Too late, for beginnings.
You're smaller than my wife imagined,
Surprised, you were human.
There shouldn't be this ring of silence,
But what, are the options?

When someone great is gone.
(Repeat x8)

We're safe, for the moment.
For the moment

- lcd soundsystem

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