I'm at a weird place in my life right now.

It's not about you--it's me. Well, it sort of about you. There's the I'm Not Blogging and Chasing After Repetitive Mediocre Indie Rock Bands That All Kind of Run Together To Be Forgotten Two Weeks Later or Discovering the Remix of the Obscure B-Side By Everyone's Favorite Classic No Wrong Indie Rock Band part. That's something I realized, really and truly, finally. I've always thought that would be the plan of my blog--it's about the music, not the publicity. It's about the writing, not the promos. But, it's easy, far too easy to get caught up in that, when you start doing it once. It's far too easy to write a paragraph about some "good" but not "great" band and making them sound absolutely amazing.

You know this. You read this in blogs, all the time. Praise, praise, love, love, hype, hype.

I'm done with that. And so the songs that are posted here, they are the most loved, treasured, infectious, emotional, fitting, beautiful, sassy, witty, pop and acoustic and loved and loved again songs I know. Songs that I just want the world to fall in love with. Songs that pop up, every so often. So I don't post that often.

But more than that--life itself has a tendency to get in the way. That's why sudden bursts of inspiration will evolve into sudden long posts analyzing some random thing or another. That's why I keep coming back.

The same sort of reason I can't stop listening to a song, I guess.

What is the point of this?

Sometimes I don't even know any more. But I don't need to know, right, all I need...is a few songs that capture the current state of my heart. My mind. My ears.

So it's back to writing, I guess.

Labels: about, excuses, life, songs

Annemarie-Bubblegum I See

This is beyond--light fluffs of pastel clouds, cuddly shapes, bubbles in glistening hues of happiness and brightness, innocence and so much love and adoration and sunshine! and rainbows! and fresh dew on fields of green grass! and daisys! and tiny flowers! dancing in the softest caress of a breeze! holding hands! smiles and laughs and giggles and memories and nostalgia and living light as a butterfly. This is beyond--twee as fuck POP! cuddlecore anything.

Bliss.

Labels: boyandgirl, pastels, sunshine, swee