We Bought A Zoo. I like it. Hit my soft spots! Plus a lot of Jonsi and Sigur Ros and Bon Iver going on in the background there. Enjoyed singing along as if I knew Polski into my sister’s ear to annoy her. Haha. (Really, though, I think I’ve unconsciously memorized Sigur Ros’ Hoppipolla)
I’d talk about the best bits, but I’ve got a date:
No holds barred at all. I remember it being 4PM and thinking I could be Justin Vernon. Keeping voice as low as possible so parents over at the other room won’t know I’m in an imaginary log cabin making songs for Emma, forever ago. I pray this sudden shamelessness be just a phase.
Another reason I listen to songs is because I enjoy the imagery in the lyrics. Sick, how I almost fantasize about having to break up with someone and hearing Bon Iver’s Skinny Love play in the background while we have a teary argument. In slow motion. By the kitchen sink. Where I wash the blood off a little cut from when I might have hurled a vase of some sort at him and it shattered, thus the cut. Then I’ll drive off in frustration at 12opkh in the rain to Stars’ Your Ex Lover Is Dead, wiping away tears and having flashbacks but still driving like a boss, making swift sharp turns with finesse. Haaaaaaaaaaah if you could just see how perfect the lineup of ambient music I have in my head I have ready, you’d want such things to happen to you too. Lels.