Con CPR

For many years, I lived my days through and by music. It was the continuous CPR that kept air in my lungs during the worst stretches of my life.

As I’ve said before, without Hope, Harriet, Tanya, Billy, Tori and others, I would not have made it. They showed me the better world that awaited me if I could find a way to turn the curse that was my existence. And I got there, barely. But I did. I’ll ever be thankful to them no matter the artistic merit their works do or do not possess. They kept me on this side of the dirt.

Early Hope

This is worth watching the first part of for a brief glimpse of Hope Sandoval when she was very young. In the video she’s 21 and though she doesn’t say anything or sing, she has the affect and mannerisms of someone much younger.

Just looking at that brief clip, if I had to guess her age I’d say she was 15-16. She also looks vastly different than her later much more goth-y look.

Strange seeing her like that, really. You almost get to hear her laugh.

Horsegirl Chat

I have to like a band or an artist quite a lot just to listen to them talk. Horsegirl is one of those bands. They have wide-ranging taste, which is about what I expected given their sound and their sonic callbacks.

What’s up with the ridiculously-loud and super-repetitive background music, though? Bad producing choice. Perhaps to make up for the terrible mic.

Hash

I listen to music that is 96 minutes old. It’s so much more fun than constantly rehashing the past.