Last Night Was Cool

I keep thinking of san francisco by foxygen and getting really into it until i realize that i dont know all the words.

This is a post with incorrect grammar because i am on my phone.

I was in the fitting room at Burlington earlier dying as my mom tried things on and taking photos of myself because I'm incredibly vain. Let's try this again:

I keep thinking of San Francisco by Foxygen and getting really into it until I realize that I don't know all the words. I really only paid attention to a couple of Foxygen's songs until recently. Make it Known was fantastic and I vaguely recall Take the Kids off Broadway. I listen to the San Francisco everyday now and have little regrets.

I downloaded some songs last night because I felt entirely nostalgic. I wish I grew up in the 90s really. Or I should say I wish the music and fashion of the 90s were thriving today instead of then. Really I'd like to live in any decade when music was fantastic and I would have been able to live semi comfortably in a city despite the color of my skin. Damn those pesky racists. But I hate the idea that because you're a certain age you're unable to gain nostalgia from a certain period's music. I grew up with my mom blasting R&B from the 80s and 90s when 1) I wasn't born and 2) I wasn't old enough to really capture the essence of the music. I'm not even sure how these music choices came to be for me last night. I started off watching the music video to some song I used to love and then ended up on The Verve and Blur and Pulp and New Order and Joy Division.

God I feel like such an asshole for this Joy Division thing. When I was 16 and decided I want to be some weird hipster nerd kid with picky taste in music, I searched online for these bands that nobody my age would know about because I just had to be "different." Somewhere along the line I found out about Joy Division and everyone was into them and I tried listening to them and couldn't get into it at all. Ian Curtis' voice made me uncomfortable with its deep tone and raspiness. I ignored them for a bit but after someone I admired mentioned them I would give them another try. Somehow later along the lines when I stopped being an idiot, I got really into the Smiths for a bit. And someone said, "Hey if you like the Smiths check out Joy Division." I groaned internally and tried again to no avail. Still wasn't into them. Fast forward to now when I still try too hard while having people under the impression that I, in fact, do not, I tried listening to them again. I was so deeply into their songs and it made me feel weird. How many times did I have to listen to them before I decided I could really listen to them. Their music makes me feel like I should be apologizing for hurting people and looking at stars on a rooftop or getting drunk in someone's backyard. I don't know. I'm glad I gave them another chance, and all those others a first real chance I suppose.

Gabriella