I won't lie: The transition from fully employed music editor to scrounging freelancer has not been without its bumps. Longtime readers will recall--from the same Reverb post that first broke Seattle phenomenon "The Rolling Stones"--a move from Capitol Hill to the Central District, a move greeted by the ominous appearance of a rather fearless live rat. Well, breathe easy, because today I found a dead rat in the exact same spot. And as we all know about rats, where there's one, that's usually it. So I'm pretty sure this was the same one. Rat dead, case closed, onward and upward.
Seriously gross--who the hell rides a razor scooter these days?
A more pressing problem lately has been the janky-ass wi-fi reception here, which I'm not sure is due to the fact that I'm piggybacking onto my neighbors' or that my laptop is getting on in years (it's probably the latter). I won't bore you with the details except to say that it had me overflowing with punchy rage all day yesterday and that I'm getting it looked at today. Naturally, I listened to the new Fucked Up albumto blow off the steam. The album's whole air of righteous struggle, not to mention all its screaming anthemic choruses, make it good for that sort of therapeutic listening. And lines like "We're running on nothing/The fumes of our dreams/And at another point in my life/That was good enough for me" make for fine commiseration. Rage face unclenched, though, I started wondering what other songs I might have lying around to soundtrack the old love and squalor . . .
The obvious one, of course, is Pulp's amazing Different Class-era B-side "Mile End," their contribution to the terribly stylish Trainspotting soundtrack (which has held up magnificently, by the way):
The song find Jarvis Cocker, over a jaunty piano motif, taking "watching roaches climb the wall" from "Common People" and expanding it into an entire four-and-a-half-minute gallows romp that doesn't quite make you think that "poor is cool" exactly, but sure as hell makes it sound a sight more cinematic than it really is.
What else, though? What are some good songs about having to wallow in the shit for a while?