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i feel so mature. her lyric "i am a fountain of blood, in the shape of a girl" wont leave my mind, god, its stuck in my ears like wax. and while making dinner tonight, i started to cry as i listened to 'it's oh so quiet' because it felt like a love letter to music itself, but also to the experience of falling in love, which we so childishly continue to do, in spite of it all. it was just so beautiful. i felt overwhelmed with the outpouring of love from it. it feels very much like an homage to sinatra and the crescendos that are sewn into songs from that era, of croons and blue moons. i adore that. and don't get me started on big time sensuality...
Apr 22, 2024
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I have been going back to Bjƶrkās old music and she is such a visionary. Listening to mouths cradle right now and itās so stereo and amazing.
Apr 16, 2024
This album means so much to meā¦ the universal experience of listening to an album at a turning point in your life that also happens to be one of the best pop albums youāve ever heard???
This song took me a while to get to after obsessively listening to shedontknowbutsheknows, disco tits (this song is Jan driving through Boston windows down and Iām wine drunk), etc.
POINTS OF FOCUS:
2:02 - SHE TAKES IT vocally I scream every time
3:11 - bridge into guitar solo that makes me ascend
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Sep 25, 2024
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the way i could write a world-changing 33 1/3 about this album!!! oh my goodness. (this is the kind of album you write after achieving meteoric pop success if you are a serious person, in case any inescapably famous singer-songwriters are taking notes.)
but for real -- this album is at once a perfectly-preserved late 90s time capsule (neurotic, stylish, a hint of a sneer, but real hope underwriting it all) and also secretly about us, right now, in the year of our lord 2024. it's fierce and smart and darkly hilarious. it's about going to therapy and getting your dad to go to therapy, and then feeling weird imagining the kind of dark shit your dad must be working through in therapy. itās about trying to search for the divine while watching a bunch of idiot rich people get influenced into paying $2000 for like past life regression readings or whatever and feeling weird about the idea that theyāre searching for the same divine you are, because if theyāre looking for it too then it canāt possibly be the real thing, can it? itās about being the bright young thing who wrote jagged little pill and suddenly finding all of your interpersonal relationships totally unworkable because everybody is too blinded by the brightness of the young thing who wrote jagged little pill to let you also be a human being. itās about feeling so old already at 24 and looking back on your teenage self at a tender distance as if those days were a lifetime ago, as if youāre actually any wiser now. itās about wondering if anything you will ever do is ever, ever going to be good enough. alanisās lyrics here are biting and precocious and the songs are just so chatty (witness āfront rowā in which she layers four entire extra verses behind the chorus, effectively writing a whole bonus song because the situation is just too complicated to explain in four minutes) and theyāre talking about all the same things we talk about now, in the same way we talk about them now, except without all the self-serious posturing so many of our contemporary songwriters fall prey to. (āthe couchā is somehow both the most earnest and the least corny song anybody has ever written about therapy.) i know this album must have hit properly when it came out because it was the only thing my mom played in our house for the entire calendar year of 1999, but it feels so preternaturally tailor-made for the moment weāre in now that i canāt believe it hasnāt had one of those improbable tiktok renaissances or whatever that seem to keep happening. highly recommend a revisit or a first acquaintance if you havenāt made one.
Feb 6, 2024
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I fucking love it
IM YOUR BIGGEST FAN ILL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME
PAPA PAPARAZIIIIIII
May 5, 2024
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Like a dear friend . I miss how when I would smoke a cigarette it would settle into my hair , blanketing a preexisting layer of perfume. I love the way smoke seeps into the fabric of my car, my clothes, even into my skin. Smells like my parents, my grandparents. Our old house. Dads gold Lincoln towncar that we got shot at in. And last time I saw one of those, I was picking dad up from jail, and its license plate read TRULOVE.
Dec 14, 2024
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Loneliness prevails! I would much rather live purely in solitude for ever and ever than waste another precious second in the presence of someone who has little skin in the game of knowing me or seeing me. Hearing me! I wonder why you keep me around if all your hearts desire is to hear the sound of your own voice.
It makes no difference if itās me or anyone for that matter.
For all you know or even care I am merely an ottoman for you to rest your feet on, or a coffee table meant simply to pedestal your various notebook scrawlings and half-read books. I am a file cabinet. I have it here, dated, what you Thought and what you felt about work, or about your friends. ask me, I have it all.
And I loved it. I loved knowing you. I wanted to. I investigated and interrogated. I poured over it all with great curiosity, praying for all my red threads to weave a tapestry of you.
but I canāt remember the last time you asked me something about myself. When the opportunity arises, and god forbid, I Take it, you can barely hold your breath. Its like a shark sensing blood. You just canāt wait to talk talk talk talk talk.
But hey, itās your life, and baby, Iām just living in it.
Dec 10, 2024