Though only a decade at the most separated me and most of the suicidal high heels, leopard-print skirts, and x-tra-hold hair paste relegated to the house floor (theirs were the souls distinguished by what I could glimpse from the balcony), my age seemed directly related to my lack of odor. Because what it really smelled like in there was simple: cologne. So much cologne. I felt it clinging to my nosehairs, tasted it with the very back of my tongue. Abusive, that inky lavender astringent was only there to rearend what was actually the night’s flavor. Shame. What a dire pall hung wet over us.
Maraqopa, though it refers to concrete locales like Nevada or Washington (the bewitching “Working Title” feels somehow like the most blisteringly honest thing Jurado’s made in a decade, a doo-woppy shuffle belying the longing and nostalgia at its core), is most saliently a headspace, and a headspace adorned with religious idols, psychedelic reveries, and third eye noodling at that.
It seems ages ago that Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer? (2007? Huh.) focused Barnes into a single, blinding point of heartache; that was an album sprawling but lithe, solipsistic but paced like a patient coming-of-age gone tragically wrong. Everything since instead takes possibility and restlessness to unforgiving extremes, each new of Montreal album a box wherein it doesn’t matter whether Schrödinger’s cat is alive or dead because it’s always dead inside.
Nurses can easily pack a space like the Holocene, and after a Nurses show one almost senses Nurses wouldn’t exist as Nurses do without the exact experience and space the Holocene provides.
Spooning is a cuddling position, a kind of hugging when both the hugger and the hugged persons face the same direction, i.e., the front of one person is in contact with the back of the second one.
“Metacritic? Underwhelming”: http://www.cokemachineglow.com/feature/3645/top15entriesmorerelevantthancmgonwikipedia-2008
Big rubber nipples on my outfit / ‘rents murdered: I was adolescent / From my ivory tower I’m so lonely and the moon looks like a crescent
My butler’s gettin’ chummy / Like my daddy and my mummy / Head is feelin’ rummy / Girl I’m feelin’ rummy / Girl I’m feelin’ lonely / Girl I’m oh so lonely / But none of that matters when I’m heavin’ on your tummy
Girl / Selina Kyle, girl
Featuring: Man Man, Danny Brown, Nurses, Das Racist, Big K.R.I.T., Beirut, L.W.H., Jerusalem and the Starbaskets, the Men, Smith Westerns, Apache Dropout, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Future Islands, Blackout Beach.
“Seminole seminar / Seminole seminar / In not long not long / Bring out the free bagels”
- “Native American Conference”