“Auburn and Ivory” by Beach House

 

Hi.  I like what the kids tell me to like.

In college I used to go across the hall to get my new music–Magnetic Fields, Beat Happening, the Microphones–my music dork friend Nick had the low down.  Then I graduated, and thought, how will I find the good stuff?  I was waiting for the students to represent–but it turned out all they listened to was Three Days Grace and Mindless Self Indulgence.  Ugh. 

This year I have a couple students that do it for me.  I don’t understand.  One of them is 17 and listens to Dismemberment Plan, Slint, Shellac, Brainiac–oh, did I mention it’s 2008, not 1999?  Yeah.  The other one knows everything about every single fucking genre, can talk to anyone about anything and make his fellow conversationalist feel as if she’d found her music twin.  But he’s like that with everyone.  Lately he’s taken to just handing me mix CDs he’s made for himself, and saying:  “Here, listen to this.”  One day he handed me Beach House.  Jesus Christ.  It’s just beautiful, sparse, empty, rainy day music to read and go slow by.  It’s about days in my classroom with the lights turned off by all the blinds up so the gray light comes in, and the room gets nice and toasty hot with the curtains closed.  Beach House.  “Come to me and I’ll tell you what’s wrong.  She said:  I’ll wait for you, I’ll wait for once.”  Listen to that song, “Auburn & Ivory,” until you get to that climax.  It’s worth it.  Baltimore represent. 

By the way, this kid listens to Firehose.  Who the fuck listens to Firehose?  What 17-yr-old in 2008?  This world is strange. 

~ by libbabeff on April 15, 2008.