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ALSO FUCK OFF SCHOOL

EVERYONE NEEDS TO SHUT UP ABOUT CARS AND DRIVING FUCK

Perth

Bon Iver’s music always feels like a chamber in another time and place.

I’ve been fading from music over the last year, ever since I stopped listening to Triple J. That was because I became too busy, and I only ever enjoyed one Australia day of blissfully painting my room and singing to every song on the countdown, and the enthrallment and anger of trying the catch parts of “Love will Tar us Apart” whilst the baby was picked up, the days before I even had thought just to buy a Joy Division album or search YouTube if I wanted to hear that song.

I remember when I was in year seven or eight; I bought some cassette tapes and used to record my favourite songs whenever they came on the radio. I also made it on there a few times, and managed to record my words on Triple J too. That was pretty special to me then. Even last year, when I first started courting with Joel. Before I had my iPhone, I only had an embarrassing 312mb MP3 that I hadn’t touched in years, so I would sport my walkman on the bus when listening to the My Bloody Valentine album he’d burnt me.

Whilst hiding behind the sweet and safe music lately of Of Montreal and Best coast, I guess I’ve been distancing myself from how I used to be. I guess enchanted would be a good word, but its something that’s not relevant to me now. More like something that’s relevant when you’re 15 and you feel like unless you have another gig in the next few weeks to look forward to, your life is utterly worthless and you’re just a speck, because the music you listened to reached down into the pit of your stomach and grabbed hold of it. As embarrassing as it is to admit, I used to adore Dear Diary, My Teen Angst Has A Body Count by From First to Last. Yesterday I put it on and tried to do stretches to it. I ended up dancing all over my room and I still knew all the words. But when I looked at myself in the mirror, it was strange to see myself now, and not as Emily four years ago.

My haircut simply didn’t match it, and I switched it off before the last song finished, because the novelty was gone.

Maybe there’s a scale of music I enjoy. Of Montreal are on one end. The characters are simple and engage with my dreamy head, which really is such a whirlpool sometimes. If we keep thinking about Nickee Coco we can make her real and our own in our world. Best Coast is another dream, where I’m a brat and my boyfriend drives me crazy. Arcade Fire The Suburbs provides a kind of window though. I borrowed that off Joel when he went to France, and listened to it non-stop. Even the first line of the album “In the suburbs I, I learned to drive” feels like a deep close to home-r, though I can’t orientate myself and drive at the same time. I’m going to keep riding my bicycle on the footpath forever, with a bag over my full basket making me feel like an Asian in a market in China (like last night). But I know that every Bon Iver song I’ve ever listened to (with the exception of one with a Peter Gabrielle, but that doesn’t count, because it’s not pure) has been really peaceful. Bon Iver For Emma is the only album that I can pick up after not listening for a few months and spin endless times and not be tired of it. A lot of the music I have is subject to a one-week novelty phase.

I guess these are the albums that I’ve really gotten into the past couple of months (WOW SO MANY)

See, this song playing now, I’ve heard it on the radio, and I’ve never made the connection.

But this song now, it’s got a bit of an eighties cord going, so I don’t know. But it’s still fantastic. I heard on the radio that in 2008? when they last toured, the whole room was silent for the show. Seeing Bon Iver play would be really magical.

also I tried to upload Perth by Bon Iver, which is the first track off the new album, but the computer said no.

Complete Unabridged

I was dancing so hard

I danced myself

Into a diamond

Complete Unabridged