Monday, June 6, 2011

Suburbs, 2011




You know as good as this move was for the boyos it's been a bit rough on the old man, see the old man was a creature of the city and man does he miss the city, it's funny how people keep asking him if it's quiet out where he lives now and he nods and says yes and fails to mention that off in the distance he can hear some nameless main road and he stands in the quiet and listens to the cars faintly rushing by and dreams of the ocean waves while watching the deer have a late night snack and the turkeys waddle by, needless to say he doesn't really walk anywhere anymore for the fear of having to talk to people who seem alien to him and he's doing his best to not rely on the bottles and pills that seem to somehow take the edge of his existence even though now he feels like he needs it more than ever, about the only bright spot, if you could call it that is the fact that his commute went from like 20 minutes round trip to over an hour round trip which gives the old man ample time to listen to music... so now will switch person and tenses and what not while i struggle though this...

i saw this band open for Superchunk before the masterpiece ever came out and it being 1995 and me being superfuckingcool i didn't pay much attention to them and then a few years later they released this and it just kinda stuck with me (and every other sniffling indie kid)  for years and then it seems i forgot about it and then i pulled it out for a morning commute recently and about fucking cried listening to this song because it makes me fucking smile, who wouldn't smile at a supposed love song to Anne Frank by some tall misfit from Louisiana who wrote his masterpiece and then disappeared for the next 12 years, and it's that chorus that reminds me to just hang on and work it out and i'm getting there even if i did almost punch some fucking rich knob in a horrendous polo shirt on my first foray into suburban drinking at the plastic paddy pub, but i met some kids who worked there and we talked weed and futbol and i left the place almost feeling good, maybe i'll turn those kids onto this album, seeing as they were 11 or 12 when it came out, either way, lately my head is fucked and tired and missing the helicopters and sirens and coffee shops within walking distance, here's hoping i get back to the storytelling and away from the belly achin'.

11 comments:

daisyfae said...

you're a fantastic father.

and those kids at the plastic fake pub are going to adore you before long.

DiaryofWhy said...

Jeff Mangum dreams of Anne Frank, and I dream of Jeff Mangum. Sigh. Swoon.

Good call on the song. It's an amazing car song. Amazing car album, actually. Great all the time, but especially in the car, for some reason. Volume all the way up.

sybil law said...

Wow! It's been a looong time since I've heard that song - well done, Kono!
I happen to love the idea of you in the suburbs - before long, all the women will love you and the men will fear you. As it should be - ha! :)

Kono said...

Daisy- I'm trying, believe me i am. thank you.

DofW- funny but right after i posted this i almost added that there is a girl in upstate New York who should listen to this song. Strange days we be livin' in.

gary said...

NMH opening for Superchunk would've been a pretty swell show to have seen.

The Unbearable Banishment said...

The transition you're going through is the EXACT same one I did nine years ago when I left my beloved NYC for the swamps of NJ. We should form a support group. I'll bet there are others.

Fresh Garden said...

It'okay, I'm here to support you.

Jayne said...

It ain't going to be easy--hang in there. Repeat the mantra: It's all for the kids.
(I am counting the days... but there are some pretty humorous moments in the burbs, which helps makes it bearable.)

Gulfboot Johnson said...

You're going to go mental. Hahahahahahaha!

nursemyra said...

Gulfboot is right.....

JMH said...

Moved out of the city, huh? I don't envy that, although you do things for people you love.

What would I do if I woke up in the morning to see some guy who lives next to me mowing his lawn, his lawn absent the plastic bags and litter, the condom wrappers and the dirt?

I don't know.