well, the apocalypse starts tomorrow...

I keep meaning to blog about the upcoming PA primary, which after an excruciating month of bs (preachers and pundits edition), finally appears to be upon us. I have the angle for the post all figured out- having spent my undergrad years outside of Philly at that uppity womens' college I hold so dear... it would start by describing what I remember of the 2000 election.

I remember not sleeping that night in November, watching the returns come in with friends in our pajamas, watching the state of florida become a jump ball in a basketball game where the scoreboard was not diligently following the direction of the possession arrow, watching on a screen projector in the dining hall of one of the dorms... where I ate breakfast and brunch and lunch and dinner with the rugby team after practice... where I read the NY Times daily and made my own rice crispy treats by microwaving marshmallows with a pat of butter in a bowl and mixing in the cereal. this was the dorm of my current gf, yet somehow I ended up back in my own bed at some obscene hour of the following morning. I remember skipping class the next day, too depressed to deal with the electoral reality, sleeping in through PChem and Inorganic. these are vivid images that should shape my take on the Democratic primary on Tuesday... I can talk about feminism and Bosnia and shooting Crown Royal and the Weather Underground under the guise of my perspective as a naive 20 YO of what life was like 8 years ago before this great misadventure in our country's history. but that is not the post I want to write tonight...

for those of you who may have missed it, I have been on a total music binge the last 8 months. for whatever reason, new music has become an addiction again, not paralleled since those college days. I have bought close to a dozen cds since the new year. I am averaging 4 live shows a month... ticket stubs and jewel cases abound. I am struggling to make single volume mixes. hell, I even bought a wireless hard drive to dump old photos and mp3s on to make room for the new stuff on itunes. tomorrow night is the New Pornographers show (featuring the lovely Neko Case among others...) with Okkervil River opening. And I must admit, other than Neko, I am total there to see Okkervil River. their song "Plus Ones" is an clever trip down memory lane, featuring references in the song lyrics to, among others:

97 tears (see Bay City, MI)
the 100th Luftballoon (nouns are capitalized in Deutsch)
8 chinese brothers (last stage of the sleep cycle)
the 51st way to leave your lover (live in Central Park)
and candle 17 (I heart Molly Ringwald)

Okkervil is on the JagJaguwar label. as is Bon Iver, another new fave, an indie neo-soul crackrock perfection. "Skinny Love" could easily be the best song for the year. please, please, please check them out. give them your hard earned cash. because, if you do, I will eventually write about the PA primary. unless my new emo band name becomes reality (see post title) and I have to go see them. :) afterall, there was an earthquake this morning...