A job search and a quick talk
If you can't already tell, I'm having trouble deciding if I want the titles on entries to be properly capitalized or lowercase. I guess that it really doesn't matter. Anyway.
I officially started my search for a summer job today. I filled out an application for Dierberg's online, then headed to Slacker's and FYE to turn in paper applications. I got the feeling that I wouldn't really have as easy a time fitting in either place as I did at Music Biz, but I guess that's not a big issue. At Slacker's, they were playing some really bad punk music, which was a contrast to my purchase of a Fire Theft vinyl single and the new Maritime. The guy looked at me like I was nuts, and I couldn't help but wonder if that was the same look I had on my face when people were buying Bright Eyes.
And while we're at it, let's talk about Bright Eyes.
Connor Oberst, the lead singer of Bright Eyes, used to play with the guys that would eventually form the Faint, a band who at least one good CD (more than what can be said about Bright Eyes, who scores a win in my book only for "Lover I Don't Have to Love," and that's only because that song is awesome to... well... nevermind. Listen to the song and figure it out). The Faint would eventually make their own sound and have Oberst beg to get back together with them, only to be snubbed. Now we all know what it's like to be snubbed by someone you really like. What does it make you do? It makes Oberst write bad songs. Congrats to the Faint for having the foresight not to include him in any of their future plans. Stupid Bright Eyes.
Yet, I digress.
The Maritime CD is excellent, as I said before. Pitchfork even gave it a 78, more than double what their first album got, and in case you aren't aware, the people at Pitchfork have an even higher opinion of their musical tastes than I do.
It's been one of those interesting days. Nothing markedly bad has happened, save for the hyper-inflated gas costs, but then again, nothing extraordinarily good happened, either.