Best albums of the 2000s

I've been meaning to make a list of my favorite albums of the 2000s (yeah I know, like every blogger, EVER). Some of these are the "defining" albums of the 2000s and some others are defining only to me. Whatever, let's begin.

2000 (In no particular order)

Elliott Smith - Figure 8


Yo la Tengo - And then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out


Bright Eyes - Fevers and Mirrors



Mindless Self Indulgence - Frankenstein Girls Will Seem Strangely Sexy


Thrice - Identity Crisis


Genitallica - Picas o Platicas?


OutKast - Stankonia


Nightwish - Wishmaster


The New Pornographers - Mass Romantic


Godspeed You! Black Emperor - Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven


Radiohead - Kid A

Webcams and Eyeliner and Vanity and Blood

Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson

Hey boy you're a death head
I bet you'd be alright in bed
still, I'll take sleep instead.

Woodfriend


Impatiently waiting for summer of fear.
October 20th

"Don't be romantic about it.
It's a job."

best advice

Fits

Dona Rita

I currently find myself hypnotized by Dona Rita's amazing picture gallery. She perfectly portraits the intensity and beauty of the female body. Makes me wish I wasn't afraid of the self portrait (and that I could take pictures in general lulz).
lovelovelove, Check it.

It's been really hard to write today.

I've been unsuccessfully trying to explain on paper this unusual self-analysis for hours now. To write a private memoir of the conclusions and ideas that sprung from it. But alas nothing that I've written can really explain it. The sentences I come up with aren't as precise as they should be. Words fall short or are too great. What is the key to truly verbalize abstract thought? Will any of the schooling really help me put ideas into letters? I certainly don't think so, but what then?

DAMN. damn

ps. reading minds is a scary and beautiful idea at the same time.

I've decided

to stop wearing my nose ring.
Perhaps it's the first adult decision of my life.
Both my nose and my mother are very thankful.

You have it pretty damn good.

Stop bitching.

Lessons to learn.

stunt



Exotic vision
Permanently red-light
Squinting for hours
Natural American spirit doctorate
Make love to inanimate objects
Pasteboard decked out in Ikea finery

Without use of a pole she swings
Her thighs clamped 'round infinity
In the eye of a maelstrom of Marlboro mail-order memorabilia
Rivers, mountains and smoking shirt jackets

I am his liver
I'm gray and decaying
My texture's a sidewalk
And Notre Dame's playing
Afternoon's wristwatch
Deposited in nightstand's drawer

If Jerry knew he'd build a marquee
And charge her silent watchers
And they'd pay in foreign-looking coins
That would turn to dust in his dresser, by morning, yeah

You're gaslighting me
I can see through the dusk beams
Walking with your fingers in splints, yeah

In her last moments I pined for times
When I could never have dreamed of being responsible
For the charred remains presently huffed by the most famous of
The celebrity teenage drug casualties
The wind the wind the wind the wind the wind the wind


//Cymbals eat Guitars

Fuck Holidays

Cartas que te escribí pero que no me atreví a enviar.

"Ya estoy demasiado grande para estar preguntando tanto. Pero con el tiempo me he dado cuenta que las cosas mas difíciles de aprender al madurar son las mas importantes. Me di cuenta que soy una ignorante. Que cometo mas errores que los que le critico a la gente. Que la humildad es muda y desinteresada. Que la hipocresía mas grande es cuando la vanidad se viste de humildad. Que Froyd esta en lo incorrecto sobre algunos aspectos de la vida. Que un sinónimo de "satisfacción absoluta" es "arrogancia". Que la ayuda celestial nunca vendrá. Que todo lo que es realidad hoy sera obsoleto mañana. Y todo lo que creí haber aprendido sera reemplazado. Nada es concreto y creer lo contrario es ser un ignorante. Cuando crezca me gustaría decirte que soy demente por haber tenido que enseñarme a vivir a mi misma. Sin tu ayuda, y que todo es tu culpa.
Solo para quitarte el sueño por una noche para que me olvides al día siguiente. Como lo hiciste aquel día."

Ansiedad de bebes emborrachados.

Unbearable

I don't understand why it took so long for this absolute blessing to fall on my lap. I've been reading so much non-fiction that I had forgotten how beautiful a novel can be. This one specially. I find myself grinning at the end of each little paragraph. Damn you Kundera and your magical way with words.

Bonnaroo 2009

I know it's overrated, but I still would've loved going. I know about the busts and such but having so many awesome bands together in one place beats all. However not everything is lost since we can now thank the internet for letting us live vicariously through pictures on flickr. The following are pictures I found through a quick search on the site, they of course, do not belong to me so plz click on the given links to go to the owner's flickr site.
Acts I would've loved seeing at roo this year:

Zee Avi

Ani DiFrancoPhoenixGrizzly BearAbove pictures belong to: Musicallies

Tv on the Radio

Above picture belongs to: RecoilRick

Band of Horses

Above picture belongs to: PureAmber

Rodrigo y Gabriela

Above picture belongs to: Lauriefan

Neko Case

Above picture belongs to: Sparrowlight

Passion Pit

Animal Collective

The Dirty Projectors

Above pictures belong to: Graeme Flegenheimer

The Mars Volta

Girl Talk

Above pictures belong to: HoulahoopWounds

Portugal, the Man

Above picture belongs to: Backstage Gallery

One day, one day.

Reason why I always wear clean underwear:

If I were to die right now and the medical examiner had to strip me naked, I'd like to have clean underwear.

Non-sequitur: Evelyn McHale minutes after jumping from the observation deck of the empire state building. Said to be the most beautiful suicide, this picture was used by Andy Warhol and it's circled around the web and mass media since it was taken in 1947. I really enjoy this picture in my little perverse mind so I thought I'd share, in case you hadn't seen it.