One of my ever increasing number of exes told me once that she liked The Magnetic Fields so I tried to listen to them and didn't get very far. I think last Saturday I posted a song by them entirely different than this one.

Trent Reznor set up a blip.fm playlist dedicated to Magnetic Fields (available as of 4/20/09 and probably will be for a week maybe) and the selection of songs he picked is pretty good, so I went ahead and listened to Holiday and came away from it fairly impressed but feeling like I always do: none of this will really land in my mix of daily music because it just sticks out like such a sore thumb.

Between the genius lyrics, the Marvin The Paranoid Android vocals, and the syrupy 80's synth influence, where am I going to put that?

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This song makes me think about how I probably made my ex feel sometimes.

I am hungrier than I am wanting to write on my website. I could go eat, then come back, but why? I'm like a character actor, man, the real pain drives my artistic integrity! Hunger pains be damned, the people must have gibberish written for them, or else they will become restless.

There was some point last night when I heard this song, and I really don't know where or when. I want to think it was something cool, like it just happened to be on my friend's girlfriend's iPod's playlists, and I want to think I was like: Oh, wow, I am totally krunked and this song sounds so pretty, this night rules, and then I leaned my head back on a wall or a chair or something, but it's not likely. Maybe it was at 2nd Street Jazz in Little Tokyo, between the angry testosterone-fueled bar-grunge(?) band that was only mostly annoying & the all-girl group who sounded like what you'd get if Avril Lavigne and Hayley Williams (that bitch from Paramore) somehow fucked each other, then their child raped the bloated sagging corpse of modern pop rock (i.e. their own child rapes and murders both of them), and then somehow those raped corpses had five baby girls and when they grew up they decided to form a band. That is what they sounded like.

I don't think I heard this song there, either.

It was probably when I was driving home. Every now and then I hear a random obscure song off my iPod (usually it's some weird Michael Penn song or an Eels track) in a store or restaurant and it always freaks me out, but really, this one? I don't think so.

Going to go eat now.

Have a good Saturday.

Site Note: At some point today I'll be integrating latest staires! blog posts into this site somehow. In a sidebar somewhere. If you haven't seen mention of it before, go check it out, though I'm not sure if I'll bother updating it much on the weekend.

Twitter Note: If you're a twitter follower and reading this and feel like giving me your opinion, how would you feel if I just auto-posted staires! blog posts to the @staires twitter account? Would you be annoyed? Does staires! blog interest you as much as this shit here does? Does it not? What do you want? Jesus, I'm not a fucking psychic, for fuck's sake, I'm not a fucking mind reader!