~ Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Okay, it’s July fourth, and I know…it’s been a long time (since you’ve heard from me). Fear not, I have been prolific, nonetheless. By prolific, I mean, even though, I’ve been innactive to interweb, but in excess, still practicing the three major (and only) principles that rule Madiland and her Musicstache. I’ve been , prolific in my writing, worshipping (all things music), and fantasizing (about cute boys with facial hair), in lame men’s terms. So, keep reading, for there’s much to come, and more in store, for this modest, simpleton web url, pinky promise. With this said, tonight, I’m writing in the afterglow of surprisingly impressive fireworks via surprisingly impressive (Jewish) boy in a surprisingly impressive part of Massachusetts…surprisingly not in the city of Boston- but in surprisingly impressive suburb (I never thought I’d hear myself say that). Of course, this was all a surprisingly impressive group of factors, that led me to seek the warm, cozy, and thus ever so nostalgia-inducing record of a lifetime as the means in which I process all these, finally, great feelings. Fever To Tell, the debut record from Yeah Yeah Yeahs (circa 2003) was defining for the 5th grade (give or take) version of yours truly- it made me believe, that Karen O was current, and just as cool as Gwen and Debbie…her contemporaries. It was the gateway drug to more modern punk, from my own generations. It was the pinnacle of a light, I saw, for myself, at the end of a dark tunnel…inevetibly to come. I hope that was middle-school girl angsty enough for you, because it definetelt painted the picture well on my end (lolz). Anyways, perspective boys, big night outs, and a steady, promising, and forward-moving streak, in my current dabblings, feel a lot like, the first time I saw YYY’s front lady, singing, sopping wet, in an empty auditorium, Maps (aka the music video for said track). Both of these vintage and current events felt and tonight, feel, a lot like the potential for “home”. I like it. I like Maps. I like you.
So, revel in my thirteen-year-old tendencies….because, I’m almost twenty one, and, I’m a little less scared, this way: the soundtrack to the beginning of the beginning, in the world of ehm-dog, silver fox, Madi, jew bagel, Madison sil**** always within an arms reach, appropriately, as well,
Your proud patriot,