swoon, baby, starry nights

2004-10-04 - 1:23 a.m.

listening to interpol, 'public pervert'. so so so beautiful. makes my heart lurch, kind of lift a bit for a while.

the way i figure, why keep all my interpol lovin' confined to my other journal (even though that is what the other journal is for)?

'antics' has been out for less than a week, and it has already spawned in me a short story, several nonfiction shorts, and a new career goal.

i love interpol. i love love love love love love love love interpol. i love everything about this band. i love the lyrics, i love the melodies, i love the instruments, i love the outlook, i love the musicians, and above all, i love love love their music. i love the way that they sound, i love the way that they look, i love every single thing about them.

i love how they make me feel. i love how they inspire me. i love how fragile and human and beautiful everything about this band is.

i also love seeing carlos d.'s yearbook pictures. i love that the most fucking gorgeous man i have ever seen in the flesh started out a mere mortal like the rest of us.

when i get famous and my high school yearbook pictures are released, i hope that they will equally inspire the masses. i don't look bad, per se, just like an art teacher, with huge glasses, tie-dye shirts, long hair in a ponytail, and dangly earrings. that was up until my junior year, when i just look like a kid in cool t-shirts.

y'know, i don't believe that the whole '15 minutes of fame' thing applies to our society much anymore. i think it's more like 6 months of fame. when people are getting famous for reasons as simple as singing badly (william hung) or just being rich (seriously, what the hell else does paris hilton do, besides star in the occassional poor quality reality show or sex tape?) then i think that everyone has a shot at at least, at least 6 months of stardom. and with all this media immersion (tv, internet, radio, movies, etc.) there are more ways than ever to be famous for something. it's up to you.

of course, i'd be happy just to move to new york and date any one member of interpol. except for sam. lord love you, sam, but you're just a wee bit old for me and not my type. ideally i'd fuck carlos, be best friends with daniel, and end up having a commonlaw marriage with paul. carlos is my fuck, daniel is my friend, and paul is my very fuckable best friend. but sam can still come over for drinks and such.

i...love this band. and when i let other people hear their music, i wonder what they hear, and if they hear anything even remotely similar to what i'm hearing.
if anyone does.