post from the third planet

in attempts to avoid doing anything that could be construed as “productive,” “necessary,” or “relevant to my future/ career path/ important life decisions,” i’m gonna do some posting about 5 of my favorite albums.

okay, i’ll suck it up & say top five albums, with some caveats*

• the older i get, the less likely i am to a) buy an entire album or b) listen to an album obsessively, to the point where i know every word, everyone i live with knows every word, my neighbors probably know every word, and it functions as the soundtrack to my dreams (on which note, last night i dreamt about a regatta & woke up upset that i didn’t win, which is better than that dream i had a couple months about wallpaper, which i took to reflect upon how exciting my life has become) SO this list is probably weighted towards things i listened to a few years ago, on a CD PLAYER, on CAR TRIPS, in my angsty teenage years (as opposed to my current apathetic twenties)
• if i were really being accurate, the list would probably be mostly one single artist (i’ll get to that later)
• i’m not putting the albums in any sort of order, because then i would bug out making decisions and pass out instead of writing anything, and then my beer would get warm & i’d wake up at 3am and be all pissed off that it’s the middle of the night & my beer is warm.

now that i’m done taking myself way too seriously, (goddammit, the drummer just started up downstairs so i’m going to be pissed off anyway) downwards and onwards!

the moon & antarctica

there’s nothing i can say about this album that hasn’t already been said. if you’ve heard it, i don’t even need to talk about it.

i always have a tough time picking a favorite modest mouse record (see 2nd caveat, above), and right now i’m in a long drive for someone with nothing to think about phase, but i will never stop listening to the moon & antarctica. it feels like high school, and dreaming, and the afterlife. “third planet” feels like science, and “i came as a rat” feels like my world religion class, and every time it feels like the first day of summer i open the windows and blast “dark center of the universe.”

next post: an album that will never not feel like tenth grade.