Blogging is like that

Cover art for Plans by Death Cab for Cutie

Plans by Death Cab for Cutie

You know how sometimes a song comes along and gets stuck in your head? But in a good way. Not in that “Oh my God, if I don’t get this song out of my head I’ll go freaking insane” way. More in that “I could listen to this song on repeat all day long and not get tired of it” way. I need to find all those songs in my collection and burn a CD of them.

Anyhow, ‘Soul Meets Body’ by Death Cab for Cutie is one of those songs for me right now. I particularly like this bit, which reminds me of blogging, or of writing in general:

In my head there’s a Greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far-off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
Where they’re far more suited than here

Yeah. Blogging is like that.

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5 Comments

  1. Posted 11/17/2006 at 1:04 am | Permalink

    Hm. Do I reply with “We Have the Facts and We’re Voting Yes” or some allusion to “Marching Bands of Manhattan”?

    Either way, “I Will Follow You Into the Dark”.

    [I would have figured DCFC to be too emo for you, man.]

  2. Posted 11/28/2006 at 5:56 pm | Permalink

    Or “Mind of the Wonderful” by Blank and Jones. One should get an iPod or something just to listen to the same song all the time.

    I wonder what can be done to the songs which bore you after a 2nd repeat. Maybe they can be moved to the “obsolete” folder or something.

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  4. Posted 12/2/2006 at 1:50 pm | Permalink

    Yeah, blogging IS like that.

  5. Posted 1/8/2007 at 10:39 am | Permalink

    Ah yes, the ever popular earworm. The Mark Twain example is especially evil. And Robert Benchley wrote about an earworm that had infected his brain: Cole Porter’s tune, “What Is This Thing Called Love”; what made it even more horrible was that the only lyrics he could remember were “What is this thing called love? What is this thing called love?” over and over.

    That’s small potatoes, though. Allow me to introduce you to Tarako. Please forgive the self-blog-pimp, but the links are all over the place.

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