Because it's fucking hot out. I've got some weird personal aversion to wearing shorts in public, but there I was in a pair of bleach-stained capris cursing global warming and the allergies I seem to have developed. Syracuse doesn't seem to realize that there's supposed to be a season in between winter and summer, and that it's supposed to last for more than a week. And I have a paper due tomorrow. Balls to this, I want a gin & tonic.
Uh. I was going to talk about the Violent Femmes for a bit but appear to have gotten caught up in bitching about my life. It's really difficult to believe that the album this song is on was released in 1982--it just sounds inherently nineties to me. There weren't really any other bands like the Violent Femmes around at the time, were there? I think my knowledge of eighties music is skewed because I associate the decade with all of my favorite post-punk and weird arty bands (Einstürzende Neubauten and the golden age of the industrial mullet, anyone?).
It's pretty much my life goal to look like Blixa Bargeld circa 1985.
At the beginning of this clip he quotes Walter Benjamin, which is a little distressing because 1) the paper I'm supposed to be writing is on WB, and 2) he's a pretentious twat and I hate him. His writing style is convoluted and incomprehensible, which is annoying because his ideas are genuinely interesting but I CAN'T UNDERSTAND THEM because reading them makes my head hurt.
Okay, seriously. Essay. How difficult can it be to write another two pages of pseudointellectual bullshit?
