Friday, July 3, 2009


I have never been one to get addicted to substances. I am not and have never been a smoker (although I did the smoke when drinking thing in college a bit). I am not a big drinker (I can go weeks or months without having any alcohol at all, I don't need it or miss it when I don't have it). I am not addicted to coffee or coffee drinks. My beverage of choice is water. I have never in my life done drugs of any kind. It's just not part of who I am.

What I do get addicted to, or perhaps the better word choice would be obsessed with, are songs. I will find a new song and listen to it on repeat until I get sick of it. I can't tell you what exactly will hook me on a song. Sometimes it's the lyrics, sometimes it's the rhythm, sometimes it's the music, sometimes its the voice, sometimes it's all those things and sometimes it's the feeling like I'm on the edge of some sort of break through and if I just keep listening to the song I'll be able to figure out something really important.

Anyway, I follow Jenny Owen Youngs on Twitter (she wrote Fuck Was I, my freaking theme song for the end of last September) and the other day she tweeted about how she had some songs up on this website called Daytrotter and that you could go download them for free. So, off I went to Daytrotter and after checking it out to make sure it was legit to download the songs for free (it is) I set about downloading her tunes. I also downloaded some Aimee Mann and Bon Iver and Grace Potter and the Nocturnals and will spend sometime checking out some of the other artists soon.

But now I'm addicted to Jenny's song Last Person. I listened to it the entire way home from hanging out with a friend tonight. It's a half hour drive. You do the math. I am suddenly in love with this song, addicted to it (I'm listening to it as I type right now also). The funny thing is it's about hooking up with someone in a bar which is sooooooo not me. At all. But I LOVE the song. I <3 it even.

And on another note, I got an e-mail from Ms. Ex on Thursday evening. She might need me to take in the dog she got when we split up because she (the dog) apparently bit a dog that attacked her (one that's gotten off it's leash and threatened and perhaps bit my poor former dog many times already). There may or may not be a law suit involved, the e-mail from Ms. Ex was not clear. So I may be up to a two dog household again for a while. We shall see.

The lyrics for this post have to come from Last Person since it's my current addiction. I think even though it's about hooking up in a bar there's still somewhat of a romantic bent to the song and I am nothing if not a true romantic at heart. I do believe in happy endings, maybe just not the Hollywoodized versions that we're inundated with. So, here you go:

'cause you're feeling
like the last person
left on the planet tonight
and you're scanning the horizon
seeking out signs of life
and you pray that you're wrong
but you're right
so hold on tight

'cause all that stares back at you
are bloodless zombie eyes
why don't you come home with me tonight
alright, alright

not tryin' to make you think
this is some kind of great big deal
I just know exactly how you feel
I could be the thing you reach for
in the middle of the night
let me be the one who treats you right
let me be the one who treats you right

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