I could give all kinds of excuses about why I haven't been writing. I've been busy: applying to grad programs and finishing up one Master's degree now, getting sick for the fifth time in as many months, flitting between Orlando and D.C. and having visitors and blah blah blah. Excuses, excuses. It's all true, but mostly I haven't been writing because I've had one of two songs stuck in my head for the past month (The Strokes and Butch Walker- Thanks Anne) and I have been feeling particularly listless and uninspired as of late. Blame this epically cold DC weather, blame the lack of room in my brain for something new, blame the fact that I am just no fun lately...
But, seriously, pity party aside, I just haven't been listening to anything that's really struck me lately. It's unusual and the timing couldn't be worse, but you can't force it I guess. I woke up to Sneaker Pimps this morning, though, and it might get me out of my slump. Back when the Sneaker Pimps were good and actually had Kelli Dayton (now Kelli Ali) singing for them. Off the album Becoming X, "6 Underground". It's arguably their most popular song and it's still fairly well-known today. I still hear it in stores or on the radio occasionally. I love how low key and yet hyper active this song is. Kelli's voice is so smooth and it makes the entire song work.
I loved this song in middle school and even though I still do, I feel like it says a lot more about the person I was then than who I am now. I really identified with it then, in a completely angsty teen sort of way at a time when I felt like I didn't fit in anywhere and I was into darker things than my friends and I just wanted to meet someone that would be attracted to that. Now, I no longer feel like I have to be tragic or dramatic to be unique or special or beautiful. But, I still have moments when I feel like I don't exactly fit somewhere, when the people I'm closest to don't really understand me, when I'm not cool or trendy enough to be liked by someone. But, when I listen to this song, I think... well, fuck it then. It doesn't matter anyway.
