Existentelle. But not really.

I am having an existential crisis. I am torn between two opposing views. On one hand, I love that I have a substantial choice when it comes to music. There are so many bands in Michigan, and on any given night, I can see *at least* one good band. On the other hand, I also find this to be unnerving; I see so many bands who should not have been allowed to pick up an instrument and play in front of real people. Furthermore, because of the proliferation of musical acts in a seemingly tiny area (in comparison to the number of musical acts), it is hard for bands who are talented/interesting to make any new fans/money/whatever they are trying to make.

Is that wrong? I would love to foster an open environment where people can persue things that make them happy, but at what cost? Our generation (the "Millenials") was brought up to believe that we are all precious snowflakes with an abundance of talent and limitless possibilities, that we are all individuals, all different, and all above-average. I am sick of this attitude! If we are all above-average, then technically, that makes us all average. As much as I would like to commend our parents for making us feel special and not like pieces of shit, this has gone a little too far. We all have this attitude (and I say "we" because I am guilty of it as well) that we are owed something. For what? What have we done? What have you done? I know what I have done. It's not much. And I hope people don't think I walk around with a chip on my shoulder. It's facade.

Maybe we lack humility. Maybe we lack personal accountability.

Right? Or am I wrong?

When it comes down to it, I suppose there are no solutions to the problems we encounter communicating and miscommunicating with each other.

Thoughts? Comments? Anything? Let's talk about it.

Quitzow, "Art College"

Erica Quitzow is multi-faceted. The New Yorker plays just about every type of stringed instrument you can think of as well as sythesizers and maybe even drums. Her band's (or her?) latest release, "Art College," combines all of the electro-pop goodness you'd want to hear on a Saturday night out with the girls, with the depth you'd want out of a night at home with a good book and some red wine. All wrapped up in one neat little package.

I am going to just throw this out here and lose some more scene points: I am a fan of Rasputina. Not a huuuge fan, but a fan nonetheless. Quitzow and Melora Creager seem to have the same quirky, weird quality. Although, if push came to shove, I would get rid of all of my Rasputina albums and replace them with Quitzow albums. Not that anyone would ever hold a gun to my head and force me to do it. But Quitzow is a little less awkward, a lot less creepy.

Erica Quitzow has a way with delivering lines. Spoken-word meets studied songstress. Static and yet acrobatic. And she plays almost every instrument on the album. Jesus Christ.

"Cats R People 2" is a kitschy song, but not to the point where you want to gouge your eyeballs out. My favourites include "Peanut," "Better Than Ever," and "Slept in my Car." "Sponsor (It didn't mean a thing)" is totally kickass, proving that women can play in a man's world and not feel the guilt from being as promiscuous as her male counterparts.*

This music is danceable. It'll get stuck in your head for days. If you are into that sort of thing, I suggest purchasing it. Listen to this track, and dance accordingly.


Peanut - Quitzow

*OK, so this doesn't necessarily "prove" anything. It's just an awesome song.

Important things:

First off, you should never say "please" at a fast food drive-thru. It sounds too much like "cheese," and if you are lactose-intolerant, this might be an issue for you. I suppose you would also have to inhale your food to fast to realize it has cheese on it too. Whatever. You probably do if you eat fast food. Also, saying "please" probably freaks out the underpaid employees. They have a hard enough job, you don't have to scare them too by being polite.

Secondly, my taste buds have matured enough (or enough have died) so that I can drink diet soda without gagging.

Thirdly, I have Hobbit feet. Minus the hairy part. I would like to start a rumour that I have extra toes. That would explain the wideness of my feet if it were true. I think having extra toes is way cooler than having wide feet.

Lastly, I hate the fourth of July for the following reasons: I hate freedom, I hate fireworks (I have really bad anxiety, ok!?), and I hate any excuse for rednecks to leave their front porches/yards to infiltrate public places. Yeah, I said it. Fuck fireworks.

I tried to straighten my fingers.

Ouch, straightening iron, OUUUUUCHHHHHHHE!



Hello Kitty helps.