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.


besides this gal having a lovely name, she also has a lovely voice and a lovely song. this song resonates for the simple reason that i often find myself alternating between utter and complete indifference and a yearning desire to be a bit more delicate. as i get older though, the desire for delicacy seems to be peeking it’s head through more and more.

or maybe it doesn’t.

do i want to be delicate?


Mogwai just announced plans for a new album, out in early 2011. they also announced some US tour dates for the spring.

see for yourself.

and now, the only thing i care about listening to is this. all day. sheer bliss.

Pretty Music

March 23, 2010

Foals are releasing a new album soon and have released the following two videos of tracks that will be on the new LP. i cannot wait for this.

“Spanish Sahara.” this song is absolutely breathtaking and gorgeous. the video is beautiful too.

“This Orient.” this is Bloc Party, Plans-ish and i, for one, couldn’t be happier. gotta love the Brits…