haHA!
So...the dance was bad? I didn't even bother going. Not worth $3 to listen to awful music. I went to the game room with Caitlin and Alvin. My sister was hitting on Jorge, it was beyond hilarious. And we listened to good music--FOR FREE! Don't you just love your iPods...my headphones are really messed up...I should buy new ones.
I'm listening to "Gigantic" by the Pixies.
This is a really fabulous song, although slightly creepy if you think about it: it’s an anthem about childhood voyeurism. Kim Deal wrote "Gigantic," and it’s a great expression of female sexuality. To quote a review on Amazon.com, “'Gigantic', which sports one of the best bass/guitar riffs *ever*, is obsessed not even with lust or sex, but with Kim Deal's swaggering celebration of this guy's, ahem, ‘big big love’.”
Nirvana’s “Smells like Teen Spirit” sounds suspiciously like this song, and Kurt Cobain even famously admitted to having “stolen” much of his sound from the Pixies. “Stolen” is a bit harsh but rather accurate. The opening to "Gigantic" is, in my opinion, the greatest sound to ever come from a bass, and the song is basically a twisted pop masterpiece.
I went to their concert, and they just blew me away. They had been broken up for like 13 years, mainly because Black Francis (he’s the lead singer) wouldn’t let Kim sing lead, only backup, which is ridiculous because she has a lovely angelic voice, far better than his. But they got back together, and they’re all in their forties and yet they still ROCK SO HARD!!!! Kim was so cool; she was just smiling away the entire time, like it was all one big joke, she was so pleased to be back and playing onstage.
Anyway, last night was so great!!
We were all at Sarah's house, and blasting music so that we could hear it from outside where we were roasting marshmallows. Loud loud loud. I'm surprised the neighbors didn't complain. And then around half past midnight we took the dogs out and climbed the huge tree a few blocks over, and all 7 of us were in various positions on various boughs, when this cranky old guy comes out of his house around 10 to 1, in sneakers and gross white shorts (he musta been around 70), and got mad at us. He was like "I was in bed, and then I heard noises, and I thought there was somebody LIVING IN THE TREE", but he wouldn't cross the street to actually yell AT us, because King (Sarah's German Shepherd) was sitting very straight, staring at the man, with his ears up and looking most menacing. It was all rather amusing.
Anyway, I really ought to do some homework so I can go trick-or-treating.
Cheers.


