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Artist: Jessica Hardy
Recorded by Alina Freiman. Music by Colin Lenehan.
How do you go from “I can’t live without her” to if she stays here one more second if I’m going to put a bullet in my head.”What radical transformation takes you from ‘hey dear there’s the beautiful lone sailboat on the beach we made love under to“that thing is a eye sore a public nuisance, get it out of here.’I guess AT LEAST YOU GOAT LEAST YOU GO SOMEWHERE
How far is that distance in emotions. Is it the length of your small intestine?Do you get frequent flier miles for going from “that little dimple on your back is so cuteAnd sexy” to “you need to have that dimple removed its like some tiny asteroid collided with your cellulite”
You used to open the car door for her like a gentlemen now its “thank god for power locks saves me a lot of walking to the other side.”Or the pooh pooh la la secret notes you used to leave for her behind the bricks are now replaced with “How many times have I told you to call the tuckpoint guy.” One second you call her muffin, wuffin and the next “its hey fucking weird shaped baking product Have you seen the goddamn remote.”
But to complicate things now you add nostalgia which goes something like this.“I remember when I so moved by your words and the color of your eyes I would call you all those derivations of muffin. Muffin, puffin, spluffin. My little wuffin.”Then I remember how that all disappeared and the mystery of my anger and how you were just a fucking weird shaped baking product. That was sweet.
How much ground does romance and its consequent end cover. Is their a crackedPedometer somewhere in our hearts where the numbers keep turning over and love, the ultimate used car salesman, keeps turning it back.
Oh where or where did the pooh pooh la la go. Early on its “Honey are you ready for our pooh pooh la la weekend at the B and B in Saugatuck”Then before you know it the stress of the relationship has given you Tourettes disease so its Pooh pooh la la fucking bastard commie bed and breakfast pooh,pooh, la,la.
Oh yes I look back at the days before and after Tourettes with a certain fondness.“Angel of my life, bitch, die, you crazy wanton slut. Die. I live for your every breath”
Is there a secret place that stale romance goes? Where do they dump the refuse from the trash compactor of the heart? Is it bulldozers that buries it under the earth or just angry men and women Are there seagulls there? Do they sound like they are laughing..Is it just the purgatory of angry men and women telling each to take out the garbage, remove the garbage, do something with the garbage, it stinks to high heaven in here get rid of it or I’m leaving.I guess AT LEAST YOU GOAT LEAST YOU GO SOMEWHERE
Early on you are so inspired you want to write the story of her life from her first breath on then its ‘Oh Christ with all your Divine breath this divine breath that, enough with divine breaths I feel like the victim of cosmic halitosis.”
So reason with me and tell me how this works you go from listening to your car radio all smiling, bouncing around and talking back“Why yes I did happen to see the most beautiful girl in the world”or “Sugar, oh honey, honey you are my candy girl.”To now beating up your steering wheel in angry gangster rap“I put two in her chestWith an urge to molestI kicker her out of the houseWhen she was doing some guy named Klause”
Maybe its some strange law or physics or chemistry that she travels the same distance in her romantic disillusionment, in her chemical letdown.
I don’t know how you go from magic to anger and sometimes back and then make the whole mess nostalgic molasses.But I guess I’m glad at least you go, at least you go somewhere.
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an interview with Tj Jagodowski...
If every time a very rich high profile celebrity scewed up (so to speak) they would have to give half their life's savings to the World Hunger Project we would not only forgive them we would commend them. In fact we would hope for them to fuck up.
Think about it wouldn't you like to see Tiger fuck everybody in sight if it resulted in saving thousands upon thousands of children.
This is a new kind of reverse morality that deals with the reality that people make mistakes. They will always make mistakes but if they receive hundreds of millions of dollars for being held to a different standard, take that money and do good with it. In that sense hookers are really Mother Theresa's.
