KRAMPING UP YOUR DASHBOOOOOARD
Krampus having a Krappy Krampsgiving at Krochanski’s.
This is how MKE gets down.
weird womb - pale piss
"90s dudes" is my spirit animal
Magnolia Electric Co. - The big game is every night
This song is a unique downer. Jason Molina drank himself to death, “buying the farm” at 39 years old in March of this year. I have been profoundly bothered by this - much more so than other deaths of musicians who I’ve loved equally (MCA), and I have been struggling to figure out why. My first reaction to the death of a musician or other public personality that I admire is “well that’s sad, but I didn’t know them personally”. Molina’s death is different and lingers in weird ways. It could be that alcoholism is a self-inflicted long form of suicide versus, say, cancer, heart disease, or tour bus crashes. It could be that I see a little of myself in his disillusion and drinking. Molina destroyed his body, and recorded hundreds of songs to tell us about it. The pervading feeling of these songs wasn’t denial (Winehouse), defiance (Cobain), or downplaying (multiple), it was disappointment. Disappointment in himself and reflecting on the disappointment of others in himself. Nearly every song that Molina wrote via Songs:Ohia or Magnolia Electric Co. contained a bold acceptance for how he was.
“I can’t start to count the things I said I’d never be/ But I became them all the night you quit countin’ on me” (Don’t this look like the dark)
“How far away is that Nashville Moon/ That depends which road you taking/ I’ve been on that road and it was darkness end to end/ And I just headed for the dark again” (Nashville Moon)
“If I’m really what they’re saying/ I don’t want to disappoint them”
True hate. That’s what that look says.
this is what Built to Spill looks like circa 2013
love in this club