on monday i found myself walking down Robson street in Vancouver after leaving a rooftop patio where i was celebrating a friends birthday.
as i walked “Banquet” by Bloc Party came streaming though my headphones.
my feet bounced to the beat and soon i was at the corner of Burrard/Robson where HMV used to be.
now stands a giant Victoria Secret billboard advertising the coming attractions.
i had a flash to 2005 when i first moved to Vancouver and was sleeping on a partially inflated air mattress in a shared studio apartment in the West End.
almost to the week – eight years ago – i remember cobbling together what little cash i had in my bank account (i was jobless at the time) and walking down the hill to HMV and buying Silent Alarm.
i came home and put it in my disc man, which was broken and held together by elastic.
i was hooked before the end of the first minute on the first track. before Kele sings, “It’s so cold in this house…” i knew this record would change my life. and it did.
this album also holds special meaning for me as it was one i discovered on my own.
i realize that sounds silly, but lately i’ve been trying to think back to a time where my life wasn’t involved with romantic entanglements. when it was just me and i did things for myself. discovered things on my own and gave no fucks. i always go back to this summer and this album when i think of a ‘carefree’ time. i realize part of this is nostalgia, but part is not.
i never used to let other people’s drama become my own. i want that part of myself back.
i hope it’s still there.
the whole thing really is removed when you’re twenty two.
I’ve been composing posts in my head all week.
So much is weighing on me these days but I find myself paralyzed to write anything down.
In (un)related news, The National sad bastard music has turned to upbeat for me.
I woke up this morning and couldn’t really swallow.
I knew it was the start of strep throat. Everything felt swollen and I had no other cold symtoms besides a fever. Also my ear was sore, but that’s normal.
I called in sick and then passed out again in my bed until about 3pm.
While lying in bed I scrolled through some music news and found out that The National had done a BBC 6 music interview and played some new songs.
I turned up the volume on my phone and set it next to my pillow and closed my eyes and let the music wash over me.
Honestly, (good) music heals. Especially when it’s your favourite band.
I conjured up the energy to go to the clinic where I found out I have a double ear infection and strep. Got my Amoxicillin, picked up soup and popsicles and went back to my bed, fired up my media player and put all three new tracks on repeat.
I will admit, this winter was rough on me and I think part of the reason why is because I stopped listening to music.
Remind me never to do that again, eh?
I am not my rosey self, left the roses on the shelf. Take the white ones they’re my favourite…
Here in Vancouver we’ve seen the sun for nearly a week straight.
After 4 long months without it everyone is rejoicing and basking in its warmth. I hope the rest of the country starts to see a weather shift soon. The parentals are leaving Palm Springs this week and probably going home to snow. Yuck.
Here’s a shot from my recent trip to Seattle. We shot on film, and I’m still awaiting some of the scans. This is an edit I did, the original photo was taken on a Fuji 210 Instax. I’m learning to like that camera a little more with each use.
Loved this clip of Margret Atwood on Strombo.
Which book do you think should be taught in Canadian schools?
I need to start updating this space more regularly again, I know.
Trouble is I’ve been distracted with other social sites (cough Instagram).
You can check out my profile here and see what I’ve been up to.
Also, I’m in love with this photo. I want to create an art project with it.
digging the cover below lately.
excited for next week and visits from the east coast.
hoping all the drama and paperwork involved with importing a vehicle will be handle soon. complete mess.
determined to tackle the heaps of laundry in my bedroom. mainly, so i will be able to close the closet door. it’s been a month of living out of a suitcase, time to start fresh.
remembering how much i love peanut butter and bananas.