I’m dreaming of San Carlos, the beach and the water and the cerveza. Everyone moves under water, fluid and floating. Skin is brown, limes are tangy, sunsets are blazing. I miss the wide smiles and all those stars, so many they’re practically raining down on us. Life in san carlos is lazy sweet, warm and slow; the music is always happy, even when it’s sad, and we dance in our bare feet, with salty lips and sand in our hairs. We smell like people should smell, sun and ocean and calm seeping out our pores. The Mexicans like us, even if we don’t speak fluent Spanish. Everyone laughs in the same language anyway.
I’m a beach girl and I am about tired of trying to convince myself otherwise. I don’t care if I was born in Wisconsin, I’m a summer baby and I need warm oceans and friendly hearts. Listen deep alright; I hear my body and soul saying screw you boston.
Hear that? Screw you boston!
Besides, you hate Mexicans. You really hate us. And we hate you right back.
Now, to show that my interest in music isn’t just hipster stuff, there’s this song called “Wherever You Will Go” by a band named The Calling (I’m listening to it as we type). It’s a cheeseball song and I have no idea what other songs they sing. Heck, I don’t even know what he’s singing about in this song, but I really really like it a lo, almost to absurdity. It may have a little something to do with where I first heard it, in Love Actually, and I love that movie. But still.
Before you condemn me for being a music snob, just remember I like “Wherever You Will Go.”
Now to balance out the bad with the good and remind you that despite my occasional sonic lapses I’m still very hip, I reveal that I’m much in love with Neko Case and anything she’s involved in (such as the new pornographers); her new CD is divine. I am also interested in hearing Jenny Lewis’s new solo CD (of rilo kiley), which was released back in January but I have yet to buy or listen to it.
There. We should all be happy now.
- bored of canada?
- oh my space, apple of my ire.