ZOP ZOP

Pavement Texas Never Whispers
BA DA DA DA DA BA DA DA DA DA

I’ve got such romantic notions about Texas and it is driving me crazy.
Also, the Dicks are hip everywhere, not just in my car. I saw their discog CD on the table at a house show last night and wish I knew who lived there so I could ask them if they have anything else to teach me. How is this new to me? I’m so grateful that Texas hasn’t been ruined for me by politicians who hail from there, or by Texas pride (pride is actually sexy)… and that I’m swooning over these ancient ideas. But I can’t believe that such ancient ideas are so new to me (and by these ideas I’m referring to Texas bands, not Pavement… this song is just a perfect summation of my swooning as it dates back to my teenage bedroom on repeat with a pounding heartache). To hear punk legends for the first time at 23 is embarassing (DRI), but to recognize that the music I hold closest in my heart is derivative of such greatness…

I’m behind and I need to catch up. Naïveté is endearing sometimes, right?
This confession doesn’t hurt as bad (embarrassment) as swooning over all these new to me discoveries feels good. And, of course it wasn’t my FIRST TIME, as the songs were familiar, but it was certainly the first time that I knowingly put the record on the turn table myself (DRI)…

(Insert second video here: Jawbreaker Boxcar)

Basically, I am 13. After years of stunted emotional development I have gotten to where my gentleman peers appear to have been at age 13.