And it's a strange feeling. 

I remember where I was when I learned the name Osama Bin Laden. I had just arrived home from a day in the eighth grade. My mother was watching the towers caving in on the tv. They thought it was connected to some terrorist leader. His name was Osama. 

That was the beginning of my education on world affairs. People wanted to destroy america? Why? They've got Hollywood!

It came at the perfect age for me, and began my distrust of government, my research into foreign leaders, policies, and history. I guess you could say from one perspective, I stopped being a kid. And started being a teenager. 

My activism was always of the armchair variety. I've never actually participated in anything to try and change the world for the better. But I was secure in my knowledge that the world was a much more complicated place. Bad guys and good guys weren't clear cut, and the battle couldn't always be won. 

I think this was the way it worked for America too. Most people didn't really give a fuck, but if they had to get political, they could all fall back on what they learned since 9/11. It created a deep-seated cynicism. Change wouldn't come, because the world was caught in a persistent, all-encompassing downward spiral. 

Popular culture reflected this. And people reflected popular culture.

The feeling of helplessness persisted. We can't find Osama, because maybe he isn't even alive anymore. Maybe the government PLANTED him. Maybe it's all an elaborate conspiracy to invade the middle east! The military industrial complex man!

Blind racism, disorganized hatred, fear-mongering and social control are everywhere. We have to take off our clothes to get on a plane. The enemy is everywhere. The situation is too complicated. We can't understand because we don't have all the information. 

With two planes, Osama crippled America in more ways than we ever imagined. 

And now he's dead.

The feeling I have can only be explained by equating it to my mood after a bad breakup. I look back and wonder what, exactly, all the arguments, all the making up, all the drama could have been leading towards. I am still just alone in my bedroom wondering "what now?".

This, just as we Canadians go to the polls yet again. And in the same week as the Prince of our Monarchy gets married. I can't help but feel like it's 1999. Without this nebulous, undefinable threat, for a moment, the world feels simpler. But I know that's just a temporary feeling.

The changes have been made. We can't just go back to allowing liquids on airplanes. We can't just pull out of Afghanistan. We can't seem to elect a leader who actually represents us. The Prince is still just a meaningless figurehead sucking needed money out of a nation. Nothing is simple. Coming out of this week, we're just left with memories of a bunch of arguments that have changed us, but lead us nowhere.

So what now?

And we know everything that shines ain't always gonna be gold.

You know who this is already.

Blargh. Another week goes by without Moz. I'm working on it, I promise! 

Any case, here are some songs I hope you will enjoy. They've been playing non-stop around my apartment.

1.Flight Facilities - Crave You

Not much is known about the Flight Facilities just yet, they seem to be australian, and this is their only single. Regardless, I love this song for the woman's voice. It's just the right balance between vulnerability and that smarmy club singer attitude you see in all those gangster flicks. Very catchy - I've been singing it at work... under my breath.

2.Doomtree - The Bully Plank

Piano work in a funky track like this ALWAYS gets me. It reminds me a lot of stuff we'd get out of Ninjatune during the first half of the decade. Guys like Wagonchrist, DJ Food, and other tracks by them even tap into The Herbaliser a little bit. Bread and butter. :)

3.La Roux - Bulletproof (Acoustic Version)

First time I heard this one, I didn't know what it was. The guitar led and I was stumped. Then Eleanor Jackson's iconic voice snuck in and I was hooked. Very good for an "acoustic" version.

4.Owen Pallett - Lewis Takes Off His Shirt (Benot Pioulard Remix)

This is a random off-shoot to an otherwise generally upbeat playlist. But it's fucking beautiful, and I just wanted you to hear it. Put it on your headphones, close your eyes and think the long thoughts of youth. :)

5.Flying Lotus - Do The Astral Plane

Time to pick things up a bit with possibly the funkiest song you're going to hear in a while. Make sure the bass is turned up, is all I can say.

6.Kid Cudi - Erase Me (Feat. Kanye West)

This is the newest entry from Kid Cudi - a rapper that I have an on and off appreciation for. It's a pretty catchy tune, I have to admit. But something about the bridge at 1:50 reminds me of the lame 90's rock from bands like American Hi-Fi... anyway, it brings us to the last song for the week...

7.Barbara - Pursuit Of Happiness (Kid Cudi Cover)

Have a good week. <3

-DJK

And she would rot the brain in the head.

Kele Okereke, ex-frontman from Bloc Party strikes out on his own.

Hey team.

My week was pretty okay. I've taken to reading every horoscope in the newspaper instead of just libra - I'm finding much more encouragement that way. 

I've got a lot of promising shit on my plate for the next few months, but I'll save that all for later, let's listen to music!

The guy in that picture is Kele Okereke. Beyond having a very difficult name to pronounce, he used to be the lead singer for Bloc Party - a really phenomenal indie-rock band. Recently they went on "indefinite hiatus" and Kele has struck out on his own. 

It sort of makes sense, the last album by BP, Intimacy, was sort of dance-heavy and techno-ey-er than their older stuff. I postulate that Okereke wanted to shift gears and that lead to the split. In any case, here's your seven for the weekend.

1.Kele Okereke - Tenderoni

I really like this track, despite it's simplicity. The power comes from Kele's voice. The way it cracks at just the right spot makes you feel real emotion. Solid.

2.Skepta - Rolex Sweep (Vandalism Remix)

This is the kind of thing you hear in London Clubs. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. I'm in a mood where listening to this kind of stuff makes me feel cool.

3. Shinichi Osawa - MAIN STREET ELECTRICAL PARADE

Nothing special at first, but wait till the drop at 2:20ish. These are feel good sounds.

4.Faded Paper Figures - Invent It All Again

I think this is a cute track. It reminds me of Stars, and Postal Service, and all that fun stuff. A break of semi-acoustic music for you in the middle of a bunch of synth-club beats.

5.Monarchy - Love Get Out Of My Way (Holy Ghost [Feat.Dixon] Remix)

I saw these guys open for LCD Soundsystem a few weeks back. (Holy Ghost!, that is) They told us it was their sixth ever show. That surprised me. Anyway, this is them remixing a pretty cool track by Monarchy. Support up-and-comers if you can afford it!

6.Orbital - Don't Stop Me

This is another one that starts very unassumingly. I was sort of bored at first, but I think is really neat about this track is how, using a number of tried and true music hooks, it slowly builds momentum and turns into something much more than the sum of it's parts... 

7.Boards Of Canada - Roybgiv (Deadmau5 Cover)

This weekend to me feels like a cottage weekend. This track is here for you to hum to yourself while you sit in a wicker deck chair and look out on to the lake. Hopefully it'll remind you of me, and you'll think "why didn't I invite Kenzie to my sweet cottage?"

Have a great weekend. Work on that tan though, you're still looking a bit pale.

Peace.

-DJ-K

Why?

I remember this moment. It was nearly a year ago, and I was away in europe. I was having fun, and then something clicked in my head. 

I started thinking, "kenzie, if you go home and everything's the same... have you really travelled at all? Have you really changed?" and so right then and there, I made sure that something would be different. I wrote out the email, closed my eyes, hit send, and officially quit my job. 

Boy was my boss pissed. I had promised that once I returned from my month long trip which he graciously allowed me, that I would buckle down and kick some job-ass. He scheduled his summer schedules around me. He planned out a few other people's vacations around me. It might have been the single most selfish thing I have ever done. But I needed to do it. 

You see, I had become stuck in a rut. A pathetic cycle of work and sleep. I was angry, irritable, and immature. I was exhausted all the time, pissed off at everyone and everything, and worst of all, I wasn't making any art. 

I suddenly felt 40 years old. Like I was stuck at a job with a roof above me, and a cubicle around me. Saying, doing, feeling the same things every day. It was terrible. And now that I'm working again. I'm feeling the same old ways. 

I've realized that either I'm an exception, or everybody just feels this way. Do we all hate our jobs? I look around me and can't help but think that no, we don't. People around me seem happy. They walk around in their suits and uniforms, smiling at me, and acting like they're loving it. But then I remember how jovial I can be behind the counter. 

Are we all hiding this unhappiness? That kinda sucks. 

I mean, ideally, as a great man once said, once you find a job you love, you never work another day in your life. But how often do people find jobs they love?

Me? I just wanna get paid to do drawings. That's all I want, man. But you apparently need an education for that too. Which means you need to work, and apply, and suck the teat of everyone you know to get through school, all so you can be denied thirty jobs and then lower your standards until someone will finally hire you. Then suddenly you're thirty five and you realize you haven't drawn a picture in ten years, and you've wasted your life.

We've all heard this argument before, but why does it have to be this way? We love this capitalist society so damn much, but none of us are happy in it. We buy shoes and video games and DVDs, and then they come out with 2011 models of those same shoes, and video games. Then a month later theres a NEW PLATFORM to put our videos on, so we REpurchase the Lord of the Rings trilogy, the Matrix, and all 22 Jame Bond films even though two years ago we were TOTALLY HAPPY WITH WHAT WE HAD.

You know how in science class, we learned that energy isn't created so much as redistributed? Same thing with cash, time, and life. We just invest, invest, invest all three, hoping it'll come back to us in the end, but really most ends up in the hands of a few choice people at the top. 

"yeah kenzie, we all went through anarchist phases in high school too, shut up and draw comics!" Well, why? Why should I? I'm not getting paid for it. I want to create things just for the sake of creating them, but if I can't eat in a month because I'm working 50 hours a week at a job I hate, but still barely making rent, then something's gotta give. 

I'm just venting that I hate the way we're all slaves in this life. I thought it was meant to be lived. The idea that you work really hard until you're old enough to retire (and spend your days playing bridge) is so backwards to me, and I'm certain a lot of you, too. I know I've got it way better than millions of other people around the world, and maybe I'm just a lazy bum who doesn't deserve the opportunities given to me. But I just wish there was another option.

So really, what I'm trying to say, is that Mozhaets, and the Six will be back as soon as I can eat.

-K



LCD Soundsystem's disco ball at Kool Haus on Tuesday

So the other night, at the Kool Haus in Toronto, I saw my favorite band, LCD Soundsystem. 

Anyone who knows me will read right through this entry. All they'll hear is "OMGOMGOMG THEY ROCKED SO HARD! LAWLAWL HEARTZ". Because they know when it comes to me and my favorite things, I become completely pathetic. Plop me in front of a TV playing the Matrix, or an episode of Frasier, or hand me a sega controller and a Sonic cartridge, and I'm dead to the world, eyes locked in their forward position, with a grin from ear to ear.

Just like any of us, there are certain things I love so much that I put them on a pedestal. It's silly, but I look at them with admiration and love of a little boy.

I first discovered LCD soundsystem in 2006. A very close friend of mine linked me to some of their best music videos and I was hooked. It wasn't the music at first so much as the cleverness of the videos.

Such a humble beginning, these fascinations can have. Just sitting in a room, staring at a monitor made me fall in love. With James Murphy (the front man), his lyrics, the beats, and the cute little asian keyboardist that never seems happy about being there.

So of course, I went home and downloaded the crap out of them. Any songs I could find (these were the days JUST before torrenting, you see). Back then I didn't feel bad about it - downloading music, that is - but now any time I do it, I feel something strange in my stomach. Here's why.

The story is classic at first, you start off downloading free MP3s from all over the place, willy-nilly, not-caringly. Then you either a) end up meeting some musicians, or b) become a musician yourself and suddenly realize that these people are human beings, whose livelihoods depend on the music they make. It's like how one day, a fan walked up to Picasso, and said "will you just doodle something on this page for me?" so Picasso did, handed it back, and said "that'll be $1000 please."

Here's a more topical example: At the show the other night, I was standing right at the front (obvs), sort of stage left. Right in front of me was the guitarist, who's name (I believe) is Tyler Pope. He was rockin' out, (thrashing? tearing it up?... whatever the kids say these days) and doing a great job. Then this one song "All I want" started up, and a bright light shot out over the crowd from behind him. The only problem - it was aimed just a little too low and was striking me right in the face. Like JUST me. 

There I was, the only person in the crowd, lit right the fuck up, squinting and trying to move out of the way, or at least shield it with my hand. It was no use. I tried peaking around my hand to take a look at the stage, and when I saw the guitarist, I noticed he was looking right at me. Clearly noticing the glare I was burdened with, he stepped a metre to the right in the middle of playing, effectively blocking the stage light and giving my eyes a break.

I nodded my head at him, and gave him thumbs up. He looked down and me and nodded, then got ready for the solo. 



This is him.

It was cool. I mean, it was a brief little moment, but in that time I had an interaction with my favorite band where he did me a favor. And that was more than enough to shake me out of a funky thought cycle I had going. It reminded me that those "artists" on my ipod are real people too. They've got jobs and homes and bicycles and bills and maybe even kids. 

Here's another example:

A few months ago, James Murphy went on stage at a show at Webster Hall, got down on his knees and begged the audience not to leak his new album, This Is Happening. It hadn't been released yet, and Murphy was arguing in favor of artistic timing. Here's the quote:

"If you got a copy of the record early and you feel like sharing it with the rest of the world, then please don't ... We spent two years making this record and we want to put it out when we want to put it out. I don't care about money – after it comes out, give it to whoever you want for free but until then, keep it to yourself."

Which is a refreshing viewpoint. Now, he may have been drunk during this show, according to some sources, but his point remains. 

I'm not saying "stop downloading music". Frankly, that's just such a 2007 argument. What I am saying is this:

Thousands of years ago, and throughout legend, people have tried to steal the powers of the gods. We've worshipped holy objects, fought and killed each other in the name of deities, praised some spirits, and condemned others. Hell, we've even openly gone against doctrines when it suits our needs. Generally speaking, for "religious" creatures, we're a bunch of pricks. 

It's the same with art. 

Scoff if you must, but go ahead and try to deny it. We all have songs that shake us to our core and make us feel humble. Make us feel alive. Make us feel as though we're in the presence of something larger. Music (art in general, too) can connect us, heal us, and even save us. I'm not actually religious at all, but to me, music (art in general, too) is the closest thing I can think of to solid proof of the existence of God, because it's power over us is truly awesome. 

And so, not uncharacteristically, we try to steal it. We scamper after it. We worship some composers, bands or artists, and argue in forums, chatrooms, and real life over which ones are worth our time. We praise bands like the Beatles, and condemn shit like Nickleback. We lust, and hunger for so much more that we take it, even when expressly told not to. We are Adam and Eve. 

Again, I'm not telling you to stop downloading music, I'm just trying to say that we should remember that our idols are false. They're just people like you and me. And frankly, I like it better that way. Because that means that one day, you or I could get there too.

But false as they may be - we still idolize them. And that's okay, because there's only one way Gods and Artists are similar: they both have a plan.

James Murphy sings "New York I Love You, But You're Bringing Me Down".

Both Artists and Gods mold their creations to a design. It doesn't just happen by accident. They labour, and sweat and stress over their work for at least six days. And when it's done, and unfurled, we should all look on with cautious optimism. Not everything we make it gold, but occasionally, the right words follow each other, or melodies harmonize, or a sunbeam breaks over a mountain vista, and for a second there, we see god. That's fucking rad.

And so since we all seem to have our songs/artists/TV producers that we (at least a little bit) worship, and since every person's relationship with those songs/artists/TV shows (just like their relationship with religion) is unique to them, why are we always trying to interfere? 

So, next time you try to push a band, or say someone's a douche for listening to Nickleback, recognize how close minded you're being. Maybe "Never Again" speaks to them in a way you couldn't understand, and telling them they should delete it from their ipod if they want to be cool makes you an intellectual Crusader. 

Next time you download a leak of an album, or spoil the ending of LOST for yourself (or others, using your facebook status), remember: you're upsetting the way it was meant to be. Either a normal dude or your personal idol (your choice) had a vision, and you've disrupted that. 

If you just read all this and it hasn't changed your mind at all, cool. I guess I didn't have a good enough argument. But me? I'm at least going to try and remember that if I have the faith to worship someone or something, I need to have the respect to play according to their rules.

-K

Tina Fey and Buzz Aldrin yell at the moon together.

So, this past fall I wrote blurb about the things I would be watching that year. Specifically, two shows, How I Met Your Mother, and The Office.

I basically said that the only way stale shows can hold their audience is by finding that one quality that makes the show, and hold onto it.

But, things have changed, both shows seemed to have lost a little of that fire. Since Jim and Pam got married, The Office just hasn't felt the same. The whole original series (the british one) focused on a relationship budding between the two Pam and Jim characters, but the american version has extended so much further past what the english version laid out that I feel like now they don't really know what to do. 

The proof is in the scripts. Recently, if you've been watching, you'll notice that they've been trying to carbon copy that old Jim & Pam magic - they've brought Andy (Ed Helms) in to woo the new receptionist (Ellie Kemper). I guess it's sort of a bold move - to just completely redo the same idea - but it just doesn't work as well. Andy is awkward, and the Erin, the new receptionist is dumb, and you just plain don't care whether they end up together. 

Maybe it's a commentary. A sort of self-satire. Using a similar romantic situation to point out that we're not all as lucky as PB&J. Maybe. But I'm skeptical.

HIMYM is in a similar boat, floundering around - everyone seems to have forgotten the journey the show started out on - namely, find Ted a wife. And so the series has devolved into recurring gags and Barney exploits. 

Notice a trend. Both of these shows have run off course, and are now panicking. They're response has been the same - take some of the things that do well in focus groups (Barney, In-jokes, Pam&Jim style relationships etc) and they're sort of plugging them in to cookie-cutter episodes. They've become televisions-by-committee, and we've seen it a thousand times before: Friends, That 70's Show, Everybody Loves Raymond, the Simpsons, blah blah blah all these sitcoms eventually stop being real and turn into parodies of their former selves. 

WHY? Shouldn't reusing what works in different ways only strengthen a show? I mean, that's what we're here to see, right? Well, I think it goes back to what I was saying up at the top there. They stop feeling like they're going somwhere. 

I think the real reason we watch television is to find out what happens next, I mean look at LOST. It's shit. It's the worst written show I may have EVER seen... but it hooks us ALL because we need to know what the FUCK is up with that island. Better example: Heroes. If we no longer care about where a show is going, suddenly, it doesn't matter how cool the characters are, or what they can do. We'll just tune off.

And now I actually start talking about 30 Rock...

A show that is doing a surprisingly good job this year of keeping me tuned in, is a little sitcom called 30 Rock. If you haven't heard of it, I'll sum it up for you. It's about Liz Lemon (Tina Fey) who is the head producer of a SNL style comedy show on NBC. It's called The Girly Show, and it's filmed at 30 Rockefeller Center in New York. The show centres around her trials and tribulations trying to keep the show on air. 

It's subversive, ironic, highly self-aware, and it spends every waking moment undermining TV tropes and cliches, by intentionally falling victim to them. 

This season's final few episodes are a perfect example. Tina Fey's character is narrowing her search for a man, and in the process has been roped into being at three weddings in one day. Another character Tracy (Tracy Morgan) is dealing with his wife's pregnancy, and working on getting an "EGOT" (the prestigious club of people who have an Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, and a Tony award). Jack Donaghy (Alec Baldwin) is caught in a love triangle between an exciting younger woman, and an old flame. 

The season finale is going to be the perfect storm of cliched television. Everything in that paragraph has happened before on a thousand different TV shows. It's not new... so why does it work? Evidently, all the people who work on these shows care about what they're working on, I mean, we're all just trying to do our best. 

But are good intentions enough? Maybe a show can't just ride along on one hook forever... but if not, how does it carry on? 

Maybe TV shows just shouldn't last 1393429 seasons. Maybe we need to start thinking smaller. After all, some of the best shows ever made were cancelled before they could get shitty. 

How do we make something that works? That people like? And make it last?

I'm trying to figure that out.. I guess that's why I wrote this entry... But I have no idea. 

I didn't take this picture - if you did, don't be mad plz.

If I close my eyes and think really hard, the past year can disappear. 

I have spent a year adrift.

I find myself sitting in a comfortable chair with a light and a book. Things were amiss, and they've settled.  As Gabriel García Márquez once wrote, "Time put things in their place."

I can't say I am happier. But I'm not more sad. From this year of wearing my heart on my sleeve, and receiving responses of inspiration, support, but mostly embarrassment, I've learned a lot. One thing I learned was that I hate the noise of people chewing. Something more important: I have learned better than to claim this will be my year.

I find myself cleaning glasses and half-smiling in ways I thought were now beneath me. I see interactions reversed, and roles tangled, and egos growing and shrinking and I've discovered that there is no progress in a conventional sense. Just constant change.

We gain, we lose, we build we destroy, it's all just exchange of energy. I get better at what I do, but I get worse at what I don't. It's a trade off. 

What I do is write. And draw. And I'm bad at both. But I'm getting better.

What I don't do is slave. And work my brain and hands to the bone. That was so 2008. 

So while 2010 may not be the year I break out. It will be the year I find balance. The year I find my groove. It will be the year that every time I feel like a corporate shill in my minimum wage job, mopping floors and smiling at old people, I will go home. And instead of climbing into my cave, I will create something. I'll make so much shit that I'll have no choice, but to look back in may of 2011 at my poorly placed commas and sketchy anatomy and say "man, look how much I've changed."

This is all it's about. Walking miles in the sun, washing up, and meeting a new reflection.

I don't have much, but I couldn't ask for more.

-k

The new LCD Soundsystem album rocks, BTW.

I'm losing my edge...

First, I want to thank you for coming back. I was MIA for a good week or two. So the fact that you care enough to return means something. 

Also, I hope you like the new redesign. I do. I wanted to make the place look a little more professional. And spice it up at the same time.

All these things would have happened faster (returning, and with a new layout, I mean) except that I just moved, and so I've been without the internet for a little while. And it got me thinking. 

I mean that literally. Like, not having the internet made me think more. 

I went out and did shit. I explored my new neighbourhood (The Annex, Downtown Toronto, BTW) and experienced some new stuff. I would tell you about them here, but that's maybe a story for another day. See, what I'm here to write about today is my sheer obsession with the internet itself. 

You know what I'm talking about. You have it too. You come online, check facebook, email, digg, maybe twitter, and then.... you refresh.

You sit there for hours cycling through the same six or so websites and waste an entire day doing it. But you feel good. And without that connection you get antsy. You borrow someone's smart phone, or you jack a computer in the library. It's an addiction, man. And you need to cut that shit out. 

When I was afk this week, I found not coming here to check the hit counter liberating. But at the same time it was irritating. It felt like a little part of me was missing. But now that it's back, it just bleeds into the background. I take it for granted. I check facebook.

I think a lot of things in life are like that. When I go a long time away from people I care about, I miss them. When I can't run a comb through my hair for whatever reason, I miss it. When I haven't heard a song I love in a really long time, I feel great when I finally press play again. 

Missing, and anticipation are very closely related in that respect. The thought of potentially being with someone makes our minds wander, (re: get way ahead of ourselves). The concept of a new haircut excites us. Hearing a new album by a beloved musician is a thrilling experience. 

Which finally brings us to the meat of this blog entry soup - LCD Soundsystem. 

A beautiful frame from the beautiful video of "Someone Great" by LCD Soundsystem

A new album by my favorite band comes out next week. This Is Happening is apparently going to be James Murphy's final album under the pseudonym "LCD Soundsystem" So I've decided to savour the entire experience. 

To be honest, I've never anticipated an album before. Most of the music I love, I find out about it after it's been out for a while. I guess I'm just not cool. But this one is different. I've been obsessively reading the reviews, checking for leaks, I've even been counting the days out with a red marker on a calendar like in the movies. 

But then I FOUND leaks. And now the entire album is available already. But I've promised myself that I won't listen until it's officially out. 

Why? well, for a whole heap of reasons. Murphy doesn't want me to, for one. But most importantly, I'm aware of how my mind works. I know that once I've listened to it a few times, it'll be just like those friends that I never text, or the haircut I'm trimming myself - it'll bleed into the background of my life and I'll take it for granted. 

That's why I'm trying to enjoy every moment of this anticipation. 

Real life isn't like the internet - there's no back button, you can't refresh. Time isn't some web that grows out in every direction effortlessly. It's a line that you can only travel in one direction. Once I plop This Is Happening onto my record player, that sharp feeling of expectancy is gone and replaced with a new feeling. Then that feeling is replaced by another. And then again and again until, like Murphy's other albums, it becomes a time capsule - a reminder of a point in my life that no longer exists. A page I can't reload. 

All in all, my message is both timeless, and tired. But I say it anyway, because every now and then, it needs to be said...

unplug.

FORCE yourself to think more. To do more. The internet is training us to be bad people. People who don't look up at a brand new day and say "fuck - what a miracle, this is".

"This" isn't some website that tracks your passwords and updates your notifications folder.

This isn't your internet service provider - easily replaceable. 

This is a universe of moments that you can never get back.

This is a time in your life that will one day be just a memory. 

This is your life.

This is happening.

So go chase it.

-K

Her hair is nice, but...

I never really liked La Roux.

First time I heard a song by that band (it's actually a dude AND the chick) was last summer. I think it was in Ireland actually.

In any case - it just wasn't my thing. And then the other day, Bulletproof snuck into my head.  I looked it up and saw that sweet, sweet video.

Then I watched it again.

Then I watched it again.

And again. And again. And again. And then I looked up remixes on hypemachine. And then I listened to other La Roux songs. I'm Not Your Toy - over and over. 

And now I don't like La Roux anymore.

I drove it far past it's value. 

Sometimes I think that maybe this is a universal principle. Relationships end. Happiness fades. Anything you do too much will lose it's luster. 

It's a depressing thought at first, I suppose, but it's also kind of liberating. We don't have to love the same song for the rest of our lives if we don't want to. There will always be new ones.

That's all.

-K