I'd hoped to embody so many cliques of twenty-something life crisis that it almost seemed like something new, but so far I don't think it has worked. I think I'm fine with that, though. Coming from talking about writing, a topic far easier to talk about than my own life, trying to write something new usually leads to failing to do so. Not to say trying to write something old gives better results, but at least if you're not focused on the clock you're a little more satisfied with the time. Directly after finishing Songs In The Key Of Life, quite possibly Stevie Wonder's greatest album, he recorded The Secret Life Of Plants. The two albums couldn't be more different. 'Plants' has always sounded like one of the most boring albums I've ever heard. Still does, but I think I could stomach a couple listens these days. Here's to secluding artists and bonus tracks.
I'm starting to write this blog at a time when things aren't quite looking the same as they used to. Months ago, a great friend had the horrible idea of telling me about the astrological concept of 'Saturn's return', and now I'm convinced this hippy-dippy bullshit idea of reaping what you've sown every twenty-eight years has some weight in my life. If my life for the past 10 years were a comic, much of it would look like a panel out of Tank Girl: Shit scattered everywhere at random, red herrings in obscene places, random loose threads of story hanging loose, insanity, a kangaroo, and the ever present urge to wreak havoc. I've known for a while how badly I need a spring cleaning, but after the great collapse of 2011 the world is drawing itself out like a page out of Harold & The Purple Crayon. Don't get me wrong, beatniks on tanks are a blast, but I think the original attraction of chaos was its swift creation, and I think I ran out of room to draw a long time ago. I'd hoped to embody so many cliques of twenty-something life crisis that it almost seemed like something new, but so far I don't think it has worked. I think I'm fine with that, though. Coming from talking about writing, a topic far easier to talk about than my own life, trying to write something new usually leads to failing to do so. Not to say trying to write something old gives better results, but at least if you're not focused on the clock you're a little more satisfied with the time. Directly after finishing Songs In The Key Of Life, quite possibly Stevie Wonder's greatest album, he recorded The Secret Life Of Plants. The two albums couldn't be more different. 'Plants' has always sounded like one of the most boring albums I've ever heard. Still does, but I think I could stomach a couple listens these days. Here's to secluding artists and bonus tracks.
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Jacob Libby
2/12/2012 11:12:08 pm
Saturn was originally "Saginaw" . . . he wrote it about living in Detroit.
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2/12/2012 11:37:20 pm
Once, while I was living in Lansing, I got a text late into the night that I ignored to get some sleep. The next morning I find out Stevie Wonder walked into a dive bar in Lansing and jam'ed out with the house band all night long. I try not to ignore my texts now.
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