in 1995 i was 13. i still had hopes of being a good soccer player, despite my lack of coordination, lack of speed, and tendency towards laziness. anyhow, i used to go to soccer camps every summer, and when i was 10, i started going to sleep-a-way camps. in 1995 i went to camp at gettysburg college and played soccer under the tutelage of several exceedingly handsome and charming british fellows. hearing that my passes were “brilliant” was just about that loveliest thing that an already boy-crazed, accent-smitten, wannabe footie player pre-teen could ever hear and that week proved to be one of the best of my pre-pubescent life.

i roomed with a girl named angela, who was from new jersey. she was blond and thin and aggressive and good at soccer. we got along quite well, though looking back, i think it may have more to do with my status as the un-threatening chubby friend. (real life is not unlike romantic comedies, you know) anyhow, angela and i played soccer all day and then roamed the campus of gettysburg college at night, hoping to catch the eye of the boys who were at the baseball camp in the dorms across the yard.

we (she) eventually did catch the eye of the baseball players, and by tuesday of that fateful week, i was head over heels for a 14 year old shortstop named dave. dave and angela and me and others, i’m sure (none so memorable as either dave or angela), and by week’s end we were all just the best of friends–sweating through the heat on our respective pitches and diamonds during the day and careening haphazardly through adolescent summer lust at night.

at the end of the week, i was in love with dave and thought angela was my best friend.

three days after we left camp, angela told me that she and dave had kissed on the last night of camp and that they were boyfriend and girlfriend. my heart broke.

i got really sick a few days later and, confined to bed during the last few days of the summer, i played this song on repeat, imagining myself as drew barrymore or claire danes, wearing plaid, being angsty and pensive, thinking about a breakup with the perfect teenage boyfriend.

i eventually got over it, but everytime i hear this song, i am taken back to summer camp and angst.

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I Went to a Show Once

March 25, 2010

…at Schuba‘s in Chicago and the Virgins were playing, with Ra Ra Riot opening for them. i love Ra Ra Riot, mainly because of the two gals who play string instruments and jam out onstage. anyhow, i was thinking about this show the other day and thinking about how much i enjoyed it, and how much i think other people may enjoy these bands. so, here are some songs that i like.

Ra Ra Riot, “Dying is Fine.” i love this song and i’m not entirely sure why, but i do. i just found out they made a real music video for it and that is also quite charming. here:

The Virgins, “Rich Girls.” okay, two things: this song was on Gossip Girl (two seasons ago, i think…?) and i loved that. (i’m a not-so-secret Gossip Girl fan.) secondly, this version of the song isn’t as awesome as the demo version. this is way more polished and not as gritty, and i sorta love that gritty quality to music. it doesn’t negate the fact that i highly enjoy this song, have a raging crush on one of the band-members (Nick), and find this song to be incredibly catchy and good to listen to on headphones whilst strutting around the city on a nice spring day.

oh, and just in case you were wondering, here is Nick (on the left). MEOOOWWWWW.

Nick is the babe on the left.

it’s thursday. i was doing music mondays, but i keep forgetting and also, the only thing i care about doing when i’m not working is catching up on Dexter. so today, i’m posting music. all of this is completely unoriginal, as i have some delightful friends who have reminded me–in some form or another–of songs i like a lot. all cover songs, mind you. here we go…

Dr. Dog is nothing special, but they are totally listenable and delightful. This song makes me squeal like a school girl. (Also, this is what happens when hipsters take film classes as Freshmen…)

I was reminded of Nouvelle Vague by my bestie’s fiancee today. Delicious.

Whilst discussing our love of nouveau lounge tunes, Jamie Cullum came up. I could listen to this song every day and be happy.

While perusing Youtube’s catalog of Jamie Cullum videos, I came upon several cover songs that this glorious, delectable, British keys player has done. Rihanna, Gene Kelly, Kanye West, Jimi Hendrix, Justin Timberlake, White Stripes…is there anything this man can’t do? It would appear not.

…And just like that, my latest boy-crazy obsession is born…