Mixtape Marathon


"In vacant or in pensive mood..." I am: Bekah; 24; Law Student / Favorite Things: Carbs (so there!), Johnny Damon, Smiling at babies, Grilled cheese, Comfortable silence / Favorite Supreme Court Justice: Brennan / Favorite Wilson: Owen by an inch / Today's Special: Song: Elliott Smith, "Bled White"; Quote: "You know, there's like a butt-load of gangs at this school. This one gang kept wanting me to join because I'm pretty good with a bowstaff." Please love me: mmbekah@yahoo.com


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Saturday, March 13, 2004
 
The Wrong Child

Come play with me I whispered to my new-found friend
Tell me what it's like to go outside
I've never been
Tell me what it's like to just go outside
I've never been
And I never will
And I never will
I'm not supposed to be like this, but it's OK...


Michael Stipe must be acutely aware of the plight of the law student. Freaky.

Thinking of this song right now reminds me of when, as a child, I was convinced that the music my parents played on road trips directly corresponded to events occurring outside of my car window. Dire Straits' "Walk of Life" was about the guy ambling on the side of the road; Tracy Chapman's "Fast Car," was about the lady in the green Taurus; Neil Young's "Unknown Legend" was about anyone who happened to be riding a motorcycle. Every song happened in tandem with my perceptions of what was going on around me. So I guess now Michael Stipe has provided a perfect soundtrack to this pathetic Saturday--the ideal musical accompaniment for smooshing my face against the coffeehouse window, attempting to enjoy some part of a sunny-but-not-humid 75 degree day when I have no choice but to write my Comment. Sucks.

Note: Don't worry, I'm not actually talking to imaginary friends. Yet.