2003-08-16 - 2:06 p.m.
So I was reading in this magazine Kitchen Sink about the difference between indie and emo. I know, I know. I'm about as sick of this subject as anyone. First, does it really matter? And second, well, we all know emo used to be cool and now indie is the new emo. Or whatever. Starting to sound like Sesame Street characters at this point. Indie. Emo.
Anyhow, I was thoughtfully nodding as the writer made his points, smirking at his humourous asides, when my facial tics came to a halt. He suspects, deep down, that Death Cab for Cutie is really a tarted up emo band? What? I mean, make fun of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs to your heart's content, but touch Ben and you're going down, my friend. DOWN.
So I think I have to write a letter.
Really. So what if maybe, just maybe perhaps he is right. No one says emo about a band like that and walks away breathing. Honor must be defended.
My mom got a kitten. The neighbors found him and offered him to my mom, the wife whispering
You know, you can just keep him for a few hours and pretend it didn't work.
My mom kept him for the day.
It totally worked.
It was my job to come up with a name because I excel at naming pets and the stupid neighbor had already started calling it Seagull.
After deliberation, the list was narrowed to
Sloan; Seymour; Harvey.
The first one because of the band. The second from the Salinger book, Raise High the Roofbeams. The third for Harvey Pekar because I'm just now reading his comics.
It's close, but it seems Harvey is edging ahead.
Mostly because my mom said that if the cat was a human he would be slouching and wearing polyester shirts.
~j
+Such a Radiohead day/ Kid A+
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