UNREQUITED TUESDAYS ARE BACK!
So this week, I just decided to go for the straightforward. The honest. The Bruce.
No apologies, no explanations. Just the Bruce.
Bruce Springsteen - I’m On Fire
Until next Wednesday
—Kdar
I’m. On. Fire.
So guys I kind of went in a different direction this week.
This week, I tried to get a little hilarious with my choice. I love Bloodhound Gang. But at the same time, I wanted a song that fully encapsulated my man problems but still managed to make me laugh.
And with that, I present to you:
The Bloodhound Gang - Three Point One Four
When did it become Wednesday already?
How did that happen?
Anyway, last week was an Ode To Strings, and my were they ever. There were violins and cellos and violas and harpsichords and some things I don’t even know what they were.
Los Campesinos! “You! Me! Dancing!”
That Dog “Gagged and Tied”
Andrew Bird & Bowl of Fire “11:11”
Café Tacuba “Ojala Que Llueva Cafe”
Guineafowl “Botanist”
Her Space Holiday “Tech Romance”
I Am Kloot “AN ORDINARY GIRL”
Pale Young Gentlemen “PAPER PLANES”
Patrick Wolf “The Libertine”
Paul’s Grandfather “BONES”
Ciara “Like A Boy”
David Bowie “Sorrow”
Old Crow Medicine Show “Wagon Wheel”
Mirah “Cold Cold Water”
Margot & The Nuclear So and So’s “Paper Kitten Nightmare”
Scott Walker “Jackie”
The Go-Betweens “Was There Anything I Could Do?”
The Auteurs “Underground Movies”
Echo and the Bunnymen “Silver”
Camera Obscura “Lloyd, I’m Ready to Be Heartbroken”
The Beatles “SHE’S LEAVING HOME”
Razorcuts “Brighter Now”
Francoise Hardy “J’aurais Voulu”
Hefner “China Crisis”
Patrick Wolf “HARD TIMES”
Larrikin Love “Edwould”
The June Brides “No Place Called Home”
Pulp “Seconds”
Serge Gainsbourg “Initials B.B”
The Indelicates “New Art Theme”
Heavenly “Me and My Madness”
Until about two hours from now,
—Kendar
Stay Stringy, America
My goodness! It seems that in all the excitement we almost forgot about An Ode To Unrequited Love.
This week’s song is dedicated to the following:
People who have been friendzoned recently
People who have been balls out ignored
People who enjoyed Josie and the Pussycats.
Until tomorrow,
—Kdar
I’m all three!
I’m going to start a new series like I did for Valentine’s but this one’s all about unrequited love because I’ve realized an absurd number of fantastic songs are written about it, and also because I love Girl In A Coma and I’m going to post this video at least once a month from now on, because it was the first Girl In A Coma song I heard and it’s still so good and everyone should listen to it.
And every description will be a run on sentence you can bet your bottom dollar on it because they are just that much fun for me to write so deal with it.
AN ODE TO NOT TOTALLY ABANDONING FIDDLE FIB BUT ALMOST DOING THAT.
So sorry this guy went quiet for a while. I’ve been busy being a second semester senior and all that that entails. But I’m back, at least until my future catches up with me, but that’s a thing for future Kendar to deal with.
But I digress.
Poor Reenes meanwhile has had to navigate the rocky shores of broadcast without me for almost a month. BUT NO MORE**.
Last week was an Ode to Fashion, something with which the Serene and I are well versed. Let’s take a look:
David Bowie “Fashion”
The Indelicates “Our Daughters Will Never Be Free”
Girls at Our Best “it’s fashion”
Pulp “Underwear”
Denim “The Supermodels”
Heavenly “Ben Sherman”
Blur “Popscene”
The Monochrome Set “The Lighter Side of Dating”
Mo-Dettes “satisfy”
Dolly Mixture “miss candy twist”
Television Personalities “JohnPeel Talks About Part Time Punks”
The Wedding Present “My Favourite Dress”
The Cramps “Sunglasses After Dark”
The Magnetic Fields “California Girls”
The Kinks “Dedicated Follower Of Fashion”
The week prior was spring break, which I spent cobbling together bits of a set from scraps of tin, and Ree spent combing her hair in preparation for the impending Pulp show.
PRIOR TO THAT was An Ode To Real People, and by that I of course mean songs about people who exist and are famous because they are the only types who matter.
The Go-Betweens “Lee Remick”
The Wedding Present “Shatner (Live)”
Hefner “Alan Bean”
David Bowie “Andy Warhol”
Serge Gainsbourg “Bonnie And Clyde”
The Velvet Underground “Candy Says”
Camera Obscura “Dory Previn”
Allo Darlin’ “woody allen”
The Monkees “DAYDREAM BELIEVER”
McCarthy “Charles Windsor”
The Bodines “William Shatner”
Dolly Mixture “How Come You’re Such a Hit with the Boys, Jane?”
The Indelicates “We Love You, Tania”
The Monochrome Set “Goodbye Joe”
The Pooh Sticks “I Know Someone Who Knows Someone Who Knows Alan McGee Quite Well”
Felt “Penelope Tree”
Emmy the Great “Cassandra”
The Beatles “JULIA”
Herman’s Hermits “Henry The VIII I Am”
The Modern Lovers “Pablo Picasso”
Lou Reed “Walk On The Wild Side”
John Lennon “Oh Yoko”
Pulp “Watching Nicky”
The Pains of Being Pure At Heart “Kurt Cobain’s Cardigan”
Neutral Milk Hotel “Holland, 1945”
Patti Smith “we three”
The Avett Brothers “Famous Flower of Manhattan”
Manic Street Preachers “Kevin Carter”
The Pastels “Anne Boylen”
In other news, I’ve been listening to the Unlovables a lot lately. There are some things that are happening in my face and unrequited pop punk seemed like a good move.
Did you listen to the song yet?
Maybe listening to the Unlovables at an emotionally vulnerable time is a bad move. Don’t do it, bra.
On the plus side this whole album is pretty great.
If you count New Jersey.
Which I don’t.
Until this Wednesday,
—K&R
Watches cartoons heaps
So remember that time I said that Jenny Lewis was the trump to my rule because I hate her face but dig her tunes? Well, from there it can get more complicated. There’s another kind of mixed feelings-fest that goes on.
The other is kind of the next step up from the Jenny Lewis effect. What happens when I both sort of enjoy the music but 100% hate the image BUT ALSO that image is a total lie formed because it was the most financially sound decision for the backers building the perfect HypeFactory?
Let’s just call it Lana Del Rey.
You have a look. I look at your topiary headband and your dead-eyed stare and your ironic cross and assume you’re kind of an alt-douche who probably buys their clothing full price at places that make it look like it’s from a thrift store because the thought of used clothing sickens you to your very capitalist center.
But, while you probably do hate poor people, everything else I surmised about your image is a lie. Whereas at least Jenny Lewis formed organically you were berthed out of some horrible desire on somebody else’s part to cash in on a demographic that prides itself on not being a cash commodity: hipsters.
It’s not even that being manufactured bothers me. Lots of pop stars have whole hordes of people who quoiff them and preen them and write their music and tell them how to dance and that is fine because when you appear before a crowd of thousands you look manufactured. You look like a sum of your parts.
It’s the dishonesty that sets my teeth on edge. It’s not that you’re manufactured. It’s not that your music is interesting. It’s not that I just hate your image. It’s that the thing you are projecting onto the world implies that you are not a product of a lot of money and a record label when in reality you are.
It’s the fact that in this era of constant and immediate information they thought they could be so arrogant as to outfox the entire internet into thinking Lana Del Rey was any different than Rihanna when she’s posing as Leslie Feist.
It’s the fact that they thought the world was so stupid.
So I guess the moral of the story is always judge a book by its cover except for those times that don’t because they may be corporate lies.
Now I’m kind of in a tangle. I know she’s fake and she knows she’s fake and pop stars are fake all the time but what happens when fake pop stars and built to look like Zooey Deschanel’s plastic sister?
Here’s Alex Winston singing Locomotive moving real fast.
Until next time,
-Kder
Mad mixed feelings
There are a few issues with my method, and I would like to address those here.
One is the Jenny Lewis effect. It goes like this:
I hate Jenny Lewis. As a person. If I saw her I would get angry and be in her face at least a little bit. I see her smug expression and her big stroke victim doe eyes and my bile ducts just go bazonkers. She is very pretty—that’s not my issue. There are scores of pretty people in this world who are talented musicians, but rather than focusing on how faux vintage 1960s retro throwback Instagram pretty and precious and special they are, they make music and have a visual aesthetic that doesn’t really get in the way of that.
But I really like some of Jenny Lewis’ music. It works like this:
So basically, I hate the cover, but once I cover up the cover in black tape or a photo of a newborn baby animal the book inside is actually pretty enjoyable. So like…what the fuck do I do there?
Any suggestions anyone?
Until next time,
-K
Reconcile love & hate?
Day 4:
I thought The Oceanics would probably be fun danceable things because look at their necklines and tell me any other sort of music could come out of chests that free.
Until next time,
-K
HAIR AND STUBBLE!
