Look Down From Your Temple

For reasons known only by the blessed gods of music and the cosmic fates, I stumbled across MGMT early on, just as they were on the cusp of mainstream success. I had heard some of their songs surprisingly enough through YouTube and thought I would buy their debut album on a whim. It also didn't hurt that Andrew (ever so) slightly resembled another obessesion of mine: Joseph Gordon-Levitt; at least on the "Oracular Spectacular" cover. And of course we know this blog became a product of that 'whim' approximately two and a half years later.

Maybe it's because we ourselves don't possess an inkling of musical talent ( I'm speaking for both my comrade and I, but she could be hiding an operatic voice from me) that we treasure music as dearly as we do. We are as possessive of our favorite bands as we are possessed by their sweet sounds. And as of late, this possession has become ever more prominent (like sweet little Ezra's nose; thanks crack cocaine!) and developed into the dreaded seventh sin : SNOBBERY. It might be the seventeenth, I wouldn't know because my Bible is in Spanish.

While reminiscing tonight over past farewells in old autograph books and successfully avoiding any real contact with the outside world on a Saturday afternoon, my fellow good time girl and I found lyrics we had written in the margins and almost religiously over any blank space. They included some good ol' RedHotChiliPeppers and Arcade Fire tunes, but also words from "Time to Pretend" and "Electric Feel". This was in 2008. We were 14. I don't want to toot our own horns (partially because I played the flute) , but if we have grown to cherish other MGMT songs of more substance (not to say that we DON'T cherish the hits!), I'm not exactly going to bond with your stripper ass over these TWO(techincally SIX) YEAR OLD songs that you just learned the words to. Or commend your taste in music when you reccommend 'Kids' to me. Or smile endearingly at your tye-dye headband. SORRY. You're a little late in this game already and you don't even have the decency to listen to "Congratulations"? My lip can't curl in disgust fast enough at the thought of it. Do you know what SHAME is?

It was these recent occurences that left a dead weight in my stomach and I came to realize that after I left my cocoon of music-sharing bliss with a few selected souls, I have emerged a secret, sinister snob. On the other hand, I'm fairly certain I'm one of the kids that other snobs look down upon because I don't listen to their precious OBSCURE and INDIE bands, much less call bands 'INDIE'; which MGMT is NOT. That's just poor anti-hipster taste. But now I'm just rambling.

P.(M).S - ETERNAL thanks to all three followers who are reading. Please don't think I survive off of a haterade liquid diet; I actually love food(sorry hipstahs), especially that of the dessert variety and I do have love and appreciation deep within me that I will share in a later post, SOON.