I have a ridiculous maudlin streak in me. I fucking love the
Tindersticks. But really only their one album. That second self titled one from ‘95? (yeah the dumb asses had two self titled records.) Anyway, my friends always made fun of me for loving that album,
because they were even bigger music snobs then me. Sure they’d never claim
that, but its true. My friends tried to prove they weren’t huge music snobs by ironically liking the Gin Blossoms. And we all know that’s Sooo ironic, because no
one likes the Gin Blossoms, not even the Gin Blossoms. And if you’ve
ever had to listen to a Gin Blossoms song you’d know they never gave enough of a
fuck to make ONE joyful noise in their entire miserable fucking career. The Gin Blossoms? Really?!
Anyway, I fucking loved that dumb Tindersticks record and yeah
it is a tad embarrassing in its mawkish sadness, but goddamn! It’s perfect. You can crank the shit out
of it and live inside a multi dimensional soundscape. And sure you can do that with most music, but this is strangely special.
So, I guess they play this Tindersticks/Pavement cover as the credits roll for that David
Foster Wallace film. And if that doesn’t make this the saddest Tindersticks
I guess I like sad music. I like to use the pain and sadness to stoke the fire
in my silly heart. I’m an emotional old fool, but let me tell you, I enjoy the
holy fuck outta life. Whenever I feel
tired or dead, I put on some sad fucking music and think of autumn. It
really gets me going. I don’t know why. I guess I realized at one of the dozen funerals I’d been to that death and sadness and all this terrible shit, give life REAL
fucking meaning. It’s all so fleeting. You might as well enjoy each
other and all this madness. Another thing, I like to cry really hard while singing really big and over the top like Elvis. That keeps things in perspective.
Let’s drink our tears like whiskey and slow dance with our fear.
Let’s drain the shadow and get ridiculous.
fall in love and let life tear us to-fucking-shreds!
Warmest regards, Jade