I’ve made a lot of fuss about Future Islands in the past, and I am not about to stop now. Unfortunately, they aren’t getting that much action in the hype world (although a remix of “Little Dreamer” was just dubbed “Best New Music” by P4K). It’s quite a shame, because their music is so fucking chaotic and trippy it’s like getting really drunk and breaking a lot of shit. They’re basically emo music, without the generic glam and with sincere emotion. Check out “Beach Foam,” a ballad about a guy searching aimlessly for love on the beach. I swear I get a little teary eyed when I here the singer croon the lyrics.
Rabbit Redux
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Dear Reader (Mandy),
If you’ve been looking at this blog lately, it’s been a ghost town. Unfortunately, I’ve been swamped in midterms the past three weeks and the most thinking my brain has done other than Calculus and Econ has been about Farmville (I NEED XP POINTS!) Luckily for you, I am back and free of midterms. Please check back here more often for new and exciting posts about my life (very exciting, I know), music, and anything else that needs to be talked about.
Let’s party it up bitches,
Michael
There’s always something special about night runs, but this one was particularly great. By the end I wasn’t even running, I was bouncing. Like a kangaroo, or a kid on a trampoline. It was probably the moment I went from running to bouncing that I realized the past is obsolete and that the future is just the road ahead of me.
Yeah, sometimes life is just that cliche.
“ BRANDY B HAMBRICK you nasty ass hood rat. I know the bitch, if ya’ll see ms B havin tell the bitch I want my nokia back, yeah that’s right bitch ya know ya stole muh NOKIA and all my remaining minutes. I had to go to virgin mobile and get me a new damn phone, you nothing but a THIEF ”
Anonymous
Homecoming
Why do I want to go to this game?
I’ve never had any Mustang pride. In fact, I hated my high school. Four years of BS condescension shoved down my throat.
I was a child there.
It’s a stupid idea. Going to that game. When that final buzzer sounds, win or lose, I will just be standing there. None of it holds any relevance to me. It’s a waste of time. I could be sleeping, or running, or fuck, even drinking.
I could be some place where I am welcome.
Nevertheless, I think I’ll go. There is something enticing about the whole thing. I’m a ghost peering over my past. It was only a year ago I was the boy on the field with the camera, taking pictures of things moving while I stood still. Now I’m moving and everything else is still. And I’d like to think 2008 Michael would like if 2009 Michael took a visit, just to make sure everything stood still.
