John Cage, “4’33”
It is very unnerving to go from constant noise to essentially nothing. The frogs and crickets are only just coming out and night, and cars driving down the road are pretty rare. If there’s no music, no TV, no refrigerator hum, and no central heat/air operating, there is basically NO SOUND. I’m constantly on edge, and every rare instance of the “house settling” sets me off into a jumpy panic. Was that the wind gently brushing a tree branch against the window pane, or was it a monster??? We can never truly know.
Blur, “Country House”
“Blogger” and “professional cynic” are pretty much the same thing. Note to self: Start a pill habit.
Canned Heat, “Going up the Country”
I mean, of course. All these clips of people frolicking in the dirt at Woodstock remind me that I need to assemble a crew for the RV I’ve rented for Bonnaroo this year. I’m bringing so many hand wipes, you guys! Seriously, fuck sleeping on the ground.
Jamiroquai, “Canned Heat”
Oh, this has nothing to do with anything, except the song title is the same as the previous band’s name. I think I’m going to try to live next to a disco for my next move. To the time machine!