This is what I see every day at work. Pretty, but I miss the sun. Sometimes I imagine the people in that building across the parking lot stare into my office and watch me creepily.
I haven't fallen in love with a band as quickly and as hard as I have with Jets to Brazil. The music and words grip your heart and squeeze gently. I have been listening to their three albums - Four Cornered Night, Orange Rhyming Dictionary, and Perfecting Loneliness - for the last forty-eight hours. JTB was Blake Swarchzenbach's band after Jawbreaker went their separate ways, so you can still hear some of the Jawbreaker influence in the songs, like fuzzy guitar, obscure lyrics, and Blake's gravelly voice, but still...it's all unique and it's all amazing stuff. My two favourite tracks are definitely Sweet Avenue and Your X-Rays. I want to write a letter to this guy and thank him for putting this music in the world and once again re-instilling my faith in artists.
So I was checking MSNBC at work and I saw the news report on the shooting at Virginia Tech. I felt so sick after, like I'd swallowed something toxic and I found that I almost cried, which is odd because I've never felt that kind of empathy and compassion towards any other disaster except 9/11 and a few other things...I think for the most part I'm pretty apathetic which is terrible to admit, but this VTech shooting really got to me. I could sit here and preach about how disgusting and sad humanity is, but I'm part of it and so I'm part of the problem unless I get off my ass and try to make a difference. Nonetheless, it's unbelievably saddening and I hope the families and friends of those students eventually feel some sense of peace, as hard as that is to imagine.
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