At one point I thought of getting a party bus for my birthday until I realized that planning and organizing are sooooo not my thing. Honestly, I think the only reason I wanted one was so I could play all my favorite music.
Dear Erica, thanks for actually writing things on Tumblr. Original content is precious in this REBLOGGY ecosystem.
Thank YOU! I appreciate your appreciation. And yes, things get a little rebloggy here and don’t you hate it when twitter gets all retweety?
In somewhat related news, I just recently passed 1,000 likes! As in, I now have a collection of a little over 1,000 tumblr posts with little red hearts attached. You may have guessed that I’m not super like-happy, and some days I’ll click through 7-8 dashboard pages with NOTHING worthy of a heart. I very much prefer original content, though I will give in to the occasional GIF of Cameron (from Ferris Bueller) freaking out. Here’s some love to some of the tumblr people I love, and at such an appropriate time! Let’s all eat sickeningly sweet cupcakes together.
Deb writes about many things very well, and we can always snark about the internet in general. I like it when Kerissa gets all deep because it reminds me of our livejournal days. Andy tells great, true stories and it makes me want more happy hours. Mike doesn’t write enough anymore but when he does everyone is happy he has a break from grad school. Enormous Orange makes GIFs that seem to come out of nowhere, which is part of why they’re so great! Hannah mocks frequent travelers and almost makes me spit out my water. Mace points at things and makes me wish we could do cross-country karaoke. Ang has had a rough year but that’s not why I like her stuff.
And sure, there are other people, but these are the ones that pop up the most in my “liked” dashboard. I know I’m biased because most of them are my friends and not yours, but among them there is a lot of great, non-rebloggy content to fill your heart(s).
College was the time when I was most into music. Sometimes I’ll listen to mixes I’ve made from this period, laughing at the bands I used to love that have just not held up. Neutral Milk Hotel has absolutely stood the test of time.
I don’t remember exactly when I first heard In the Aeroplane Over the Sea but it was definitely in college, definitely at age 19 or maybe 20, which is the age I picture everyone first listening to this music, even though I know it’s not true. When asked to think of some of “best worst voices” for a college music magazine, I picked Jeff:
What is it about Jeff Mangum? It’s the way his voice wavers as he belts out extended notes that sound like they’re slightly out of his range. Or when he nearly screams, “I am listening to hear where you are!” on “Two-Headed Boy” and it sounds like his vocal chords are about to explode, but in such a delightful way. With a touch of nasality and a smidgen of scratchiness, Neutral Milk Hotel would not be the same without the voice of Jeff Mangum, and fans wouldn’t have it any other way. - 22 year old me (Oh, college writing!)
Jeff Mangum started singing and I felt the tears coming but held them back - a process that happened many times. Hearing him transported me back in time, back to a time when I listened to music openly, when I adopted snippets of lyrics into various usernames, when every blog post was titled after a song. I spied a couple happily nuzzling a few songs in and was reminded that I put a Neutral Milk Hotel song on any mix I made for any boy (and really, anyone), hoping to convey romanticism, but mostly because the songs were just that good. I sang along sometimes, and other times I just took in how great everything was: everyone singing and moving and just being there in the present but likely thinking of the past. How could you not?
And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly
From the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
And even though I’m nearing a birthday that makes me feel definitively older, even though I’ve started to realize more than ever that death is something that happens, when he sang these lines I felt as young as I did when I first heard them, and I probably always will.
“It was going to be a beautiful little wine bar designed for women who don’t want to go to Billy’s and hang out with frat boys," Vanderaa said. "I just don’t think it should be this hard to open on Grand Avenue.”—
Thank you, man, for attempting to provide a space for me, woman, called Cupcake, to hang out with my girls (wooooo!) and eat cute things and oh my god aren’t these cupcakes so cute? Sorry your plans got ruined by politics.