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Day 29: A Song From Your Childhood

"Build Me Up Buttercup" by The Foundations

When I was a child, it took me some time to find the music that I could call my own.  But until I did, I listened to what my parents would play on the car radio. That mostly included Tejano music, country, and oldies.  And for some reason, this song in particular stands out.  

I have this particular memory that is as clear as day.  I remember being in my dad’s old beat up Chevy Blazer that had no air condition on the road to spend the day at SPI.  I remember the smell of the ocean that slowly becomes more and more apparent the closer you get to the beach.  And I remember this song coming on the radio.  


Amie Dicke - Inaesthetics, 2011, La Durée (top); Being and Nothingness (bottom), print on paper with sandpaper abrasion, 150 x 195 cm

Photo by Hans Georg Gaul

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Day 30: Your favorite song this time last year.

"She Owns the Streets" by The Raveonettes

This is going to be a long post.  

Before I start discussing the song, let me give you some context.  I’m not entirely sure where I first came across this challenge.  It was an existing tumblr tag that I probably came across while lurking the interwebs at the time.  But, mind you, this was before Tumblr, Instagram, and YouTube challenges were as much of a mainstay in internet culture as they are today.  It was a simpler time.  It was about four years ago.  

I first completed the 30 day music challenge the summer before my senior year of college.  It was a time in my life that felt very much like a final season of TV show. The beginning of the end of a distinct time in my life.  I felt a little aimless post-college-wise.  I didn’t have anything secured after graduation, but I had various ideas of where I wanted to go and what I wanted to do.  I wanted to move out of my hometown.  I also wanted to study beyond undergrad.  But most of all, I just wanted to graduate.  I had little to do that summer and came across the challenge.  I liked that the prompts led to as much discussion as the person completing the challenge thought it needed.  You could expand with as many personal anecdotes about why you loved a song as you wanted, or you could simply say that a particular song sucked more anything ever.  It was what you made it, and it could stay as a little time capsule of a particular time.  

Now. Well, why am I doing this challenge again this time around?  Two reasons.  First, I was literally challenged to do it.  My good friend chromatichaos challenged me and one of my best friends, angelofmusic1, to complete the challenge today.  I shared it with both of them during that summer, and they are as much or more of fellow music freaks as I am.  I’ve only finished it once and had two failed attempts.  Second, as strange as it sounds, I’m finding myself in an eerily similar situation as when I completed my first attempt.  At this point in my life, I’m finishing my last semester in graduate school, a masters degree in Biology.  And a big question on my mind is: Well, now what?  I have some pretty great ideas and options.  Nothing is set in stone by any means.  I have ideas that I won’t share here, mostly because I want to finally start writing about my song choice.  All I’m trying to say is those were as of big questions then as they are right now.  I find the timing to be a great coincidence.  A time capsule of two similar instances as . I wonder how time, experience, and finding my sealegs has both shaped and changed me.  Upward and onward… maybe… right?   

TL;DR: Life can be both cyclical or sigmoidal in fashion and occurrence.  Similar to Alanis Morissette’s version of the word “ironic”.  Don’t you think?   It’s okay; I’ll see myself out.

Now on to the music.  

Finally, amirite?

This time last year I was working in a neurophysiology lab learning a technique called patch clamp recording.  Without really explaining what it is (I’m going for brevity evidently), it allows the investigator to find and see actual individual neurons and stimulate them with an electrode. Yes, I got to electrocute brain cells.  It required a lot of precision and practice.  Because of this, my PI would leave me alone a good portion of the day to let me work independently.  Some days he wouldn’t spend too much time in the lab, and I’d be left alone.  When left alone, I could and would turn some tuneage on to keep me company.  During this time, I had a little obsession with The Raveonettes.  And this song in particular.

“She Owns the Street” is about a lady going batshit in the middle of the road.  But it’s presented in a way that only The Raveonettes. The observer, the main protagonist of the song, stares and ponder where this woman came from and what led her to this state. With it’s clean guitar chords and simple melody, it pulled me in at the first note.  I love it now, but I loved it even more then.  



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