An Oldie But a Goodie

so, when i was like...12 or 13, i went through a phase where all i wanted to listen to was Operation Ivy, Pennywise, Less Than Jake, Rancid, and pre-Dookie Green Day. (it now becomes totally apparent at what point in my life my tattooed, grungy boy fixation began...ahh, moment of clarity...). anyhow, i have these incredibly vivid memories of locking myself in my room and listening to skate-punk-ska-whatever-the-fuck-you-wanna-call-it rock for hours.

and a part of me still rocks the eff out to this stuff.

Rancid's Out Come the Wolves is absolutely, beyond a shadow of a doubt on my list of top 10 albums. i've had to buy this album 3 times now because i listened to it so much and carted it around so much during middle school and high school. so today, tired of listening to some way-too-mellow music that was pushing me closer and closer to the edge of a complete and utter fit of pure melancholia, i decided that i needed to do something to try and reverse my impending gloom.

i paused briefly on M.I.A. and that didn't help. then Pharoahe Monch, which only made me angry, and went through the ole pod until i saw Rancid.

and i am currently rocking the eff out. and am in a totally stellar mood.

god, i fucking love this album. every single fucking song. every single word. every single slurred verse. i'm not really sure i can even verbalize what about this album i love so much. at this point, nostalgia probably has a lot to do with it, but i've loved this album with all of my heart and soul since the first time i heard "Ruby Soho," and once i heard "Olympia, WA" i was head.over.heels. i don't even know why. i just adore those two songs.

and, in keeping with the grand tradition of me having a libido that is fueled largely in part by boys with guitars and bad attitudes, i have the most enormous crush on Tim Armstrong.

to those who know me...this man looks eerily similar to several boyfriends i've had. eerily, eerily similar, especially in that picture above, to my first "love"... oh lawdy... (btw, how's the wife and kid, D?)

seriously though, slutty urges aside, this album has successfully lifted me out of my funk and placed me atop an energetic and fiesty little pedestal. i'm going to listen to this album like 4 more times before the days over.