An interview that I did with frontman Phil Moore just went up on the Boston Globe website. I feel, a little bit, like they may know the secret. Like that scene in Rushmore where Bill Murray’s looking at Jason Schwartzman, so calm and serene and happy, and he says, “What’s the secret, Max?” and the kid replies, “The secret, I don’t know… I guess you’ve just gotta find something you love to do and then… do it for the rest of your life. For me, it’s going to Rushmore.” Of course, that proves to be futile, and that’s what most of the movie is about, but I, too, want to know the secret.
Monthly Archives: July 2008
I have a lot I want to write, but now’s not the time, I think. I’ve been in a complete mood-perhaps it’s the weather? The magic of summer (completely and thoroughly my least favorite season)?
There has been a sort of “goodbye to all that, regarding ‘indie’ culture (and, possibly, also the internet)” percolating in my brain but I can’t articulate it. Culture, to me, feels less exciting, less daring than it was ten years ago. And I don’t think it was because I was a teenager then and that’s all I had to shape my identity with, per se. It feels like the internet has worked as a pandora’s box. In some ways it’s exciting, but in some ways, I just feel married to my computer and technology and I hate what it’s doing to social interactions.
It hurts to see newspapers flailing and critics losing their jobs. It hurts to see the music that I liked, no, needed, because I was ugly and unsure and unafraid is now a fashion statement and utterly disposable. It hurts to see movies becoming irrelevant-they’ve been ceded to the fanboys. Honestly, it’s hard to write about movies as a woman, sometimes, since I never feel like they’re made for me, like they’re generous enough in spirit. It’s a bros’ world after all. (Some movies are good, though!)
I think I always wanted to be a magazine writer. I’m an excellent interviewer, I have a knack for the interesting, I’m good at following people and writing it up. I think it’s a really hard row to hoe, and between the internet’s chokehold on the industry, the rise of “unpaid internhips” as a necessary stepping stone, and a whole generation getting kicked out of their jobs as others get into place, I don’t know if it’s feasible.
Or if it’s what I want right now.
I’m going to start volunteering and I’m going to start learning new things.
“Buriedfed” is a staggering song, simply one of the best songs I’ve heard in quite some time. Visionary and epic. If the whole album stood up to this song, it’d be a classic. Instead, it’s just very good. I don’t know how I feel about the video, but he’s a charismatic dude. I saw him play about a week or so ago, and he’s excellent on guitar, and despite the fact that he can sing, delivered a lot of the songs in a choked-up Dylan nasal drawl–and it was spot on, actually.