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My spirit is a frustrated and dejected waitress in a 90s alternative rock music video.

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Listened to this song for the first time in about eight years and it was incredibly rewarding and comforting.

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lildoodypile:

he’s here

lildoodypile:

he’s here

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lol remember DEVOTCHKA?????

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Right wing publication appropriates Carles.

Right wing publication appropriates Carles.

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(Source: Spotify)

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acatwithadick:

man, how beautiful is this song? i used to describe it as something that i hated almost as much as i loved, but i only needed to hear it, like, five times for it to be all love. first of all, it’s diegetic. the narrative takes place in a club, and the music mirrors that which you, and the song’s characters, might hear inside of that club. do you know what kinds of songs are diegetic? the best ones. it’s also almost inspiring how non-judgmental the song is of its incredibly judgmental characters. the line “who goes out on mondays” is so good, such a perfect bit of irony and depiction of a lack of self-awareness in the middle of a song about the ultimate contemporary expression of self-awareness (or at least the ultimate contemporary simulacrum of self-awareness). the narrator is not a likable person. there’s something about the way she intones the phrase ‘that’s so ratchet,’ the way she slightly emphasizes the last word, that perfectly captures this sense of white tourism of black slang, as if she’s not totally comfortable with the word, taking it out for a test drive, proud of herself for using it. in her mouth, it doesn’t sound like a phrase so much as it does a meme. whoever this vocalist is, or really i should say voice actress, she turns in a great performance. but despite not sounding so pleasant, and spending most of the song judging everyone around her, the song never treats her too harshly. she almost throws up, but then doesn’t. she gets annoyed with the dude she’s been hooking up with, but decides to go home with him anyways. she says some mean stuff, but she doesn’t really do anything to anyone, and nothing really happens to her. this might not be her on her best night, but how much can you really learn about someone by overhearing them for a few minutes at a club? in the end, we don’t know anything about her. she sounds pretty confused and unselfaware too. which is why, in the end, the ultimate triumph of the night (more so than getting laid, even, or just managing to go out and have a good time in general) was that she got some decent selfies. maybe they’ll help.

I still think about this post at least once a day.

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