I'm really drunk and I haven't read your last couple posts, which, as far as I can tell, are trying to reconstruct post-war Americana and Japonica in order to overcome them, but also: I need a friend and I need to to talk to someone. And I like seeing your blog and I wish you didn't struggle so much with mania because it hurts it hurts it hurts. It all hurts man. It hurts so bad. Anyway, the way you feel about 90s shit is the way I feel about Interpol's first album. <3
Shit wow
I don’t really think of it as “struggle”, in retrospect it probably made my growing up weird in a way masked by the intelligence at baseline, I remember at at most 12 being aware of my “bloodlusts” that came in cycles, the part that really shaped me cashed out as I got used to (and good at) operating in the “fight” region of fight-or-flight mode
Then starting in college I just understood it as insomnia, then later I figured the mania thing and I can wield it pretty well now if I do say so myself
I honestly have a weird relationship to early 2000s neo-garage cause of a roommate I stole a girlfriend from. Yeah Yeah Yeahs are OK, White Stripes is borderline, but Interpol is his