Music Monday
Sometimes you just stumble upon a good song or band in the most unlikely places. The first time I heard Yuck was in a random store that a friend wanted to check out, and since then they’ve become one of my favourite bands at the moment.
Lo-fi music will always have a soft and fuzzy spot in my heart. There’s just something about the distorted guitar and vocals that’s just so dreamy and gets to me so easily. It’s kind of very Scott Pilgrim of me to like lo-fi music, but I honestly liked lo-fi before I ever read Scott Pilgrim. To me its kind of like the music of youth, or at least idealised youth. It’s raw, it’s messy and it’s over-dramatic, much like how you want your life to be when you’re still young.
I have to grow up and be an adult soon. It’s like I was in such a rush to get older before, but when a song like this comes on, I just want to stay young forever.
When I grow up…
- I want to make a street food eatery
It would be a cart/van/pop-up/small corner place. We’d serve tacos, hot dogs, burgers and whatever other street food we thought we could do well. The food will be good and cheap. Like really cheap. But they’d also be kinda small serves. Satisfying nonetheless. And the menu would change whenever the hell we felt like changing it. We’d grow ourselves as much of the produce as possible, such as the veges and fruit. But maybe not the cows/fish/pigs/chickens as that would be a little difficult to do. Or the wheat. I think that would be a good idea to outsource.
We’d have some kind of lame name that really didn’t mean anything. Something like El Taco. Which is a really terrible name. Or maybe La Burger, even though we’re not French. The shop would only have those plastic tables and stools for people to sit on to eat at. Otherwise they’d have to sit on the curb, like all good street food should be consumed. We’d only be open for a few months of the year, probably summer, and we’d be near the beach.
When I grow up…
- I want to make an indie lo-fi rock band. And we’d be terrible.
We’d have a cool guitarist who would liberally lay the distortion and the fuzz so that you can’t hear that they’re actually terrible at playing guitar. We’d have a funky person on keys who you would never actually hear them play anything until the chorus or bridge (which coincidentally will be the easiest part of the songs to play). A bassist with hair that’s just a little too long and unkempt that is also the most talented in the group, but no one ever notices. Why a girl drummer? Because girl drummers are freaks of physics that break the laws of thermodynamics by being both incredibly cool and super hot at the same time, proving that temperature is a circular rather than linear scale. We would play at a friend’s living room to a packed couch of spectators. And it will be terrible. Terribly awesome.
Music Monday
This was the first Beastie Boys song I ever liked. I was young, still in primary school and I was probably watching Rage at the time. I think it was probably the night time Rage instead of the morning Rage because I vividly remember the bit where the guy’s head gets chopped off by a sword. I remember thinking “Wow, that head looks so fake.” I probably was a little too young to “get” the video, but I still thought it was amazing. Especially when the bat flies into the plane and blows it up. Bats…they’re dangerous man.