Everybody’s talking about the stormy weather

Listening to a large amount of Guided by Voices and Sonic Youth of late, alongside early morning immersions into a recording of Stravinsky’s Rites of Spring I appropriated from a relative, has renewed my appreciation for the “rhythmic strumming + sonic dissonance” formula.
A friend suggested that Teenage Riot is really about a rock star’s jealousy of no longer being able to summon up the idolatrous imaginings of teenage rock star fans, as if being the object of people’s adulation is bastardized in comparison to experiencing someone/something that creates dopey-eyed adulation in you. This gets complicated in that there would seem to be a kind of self-created distance in the performer-looking-down-on-the-crowd, plus Sonic Youth and GBV seem to be clear examples of groups who eschew the hierarchical stage/audience spacing. Music is once more steeped in meaning for me, after an odd period where it was just a collection of soothing/grating sounds.

I have a wedding to attend tonight. Once again, a close friend has made a good choice for a lifelong helpmate. That "helpmate" made me cringe too. The females of my acquaintance have yet to begin the pairing off process, which suggests something about either the quantity of such acquaintances I have or maybe they all share a peculiar affinity for not yet getting married. The one exception was married in HI and is now a mother. A-ho!