What can I say. I’ve been in a funk. Existential despair. Not depression, just this sense of hopelessness and futility.
I read Paul Rieckhoff’s book, Chasing Ghosts. His memoir about Iraq reminded me much of my own experiences there and I’m disgusted by what a miscarriage of morality Iraq has become. My actual feelings on the subject are much too lachrymal for print, so I’ll leave it at this: I’m nostalgic for the days when we would impeach a president for something as trivial as getting a blowjob from a rubenesque intern.
There has been little that has brought me much inspiration as of late other than music. Perhaps this is ironic. Perhaps I should be finding inspiration in others’ writings, but it pleases me to hope that someone might listen to what I have listened to and feel as I did when I first discovered it.
All three of these songs are from The New Pornographers’ 2005 album, “Twin Cinema“.