GBV

I really can't say to myself, "why didn't I find these guys sooner?" because I've tried listening to them before and I only liked Best of Jill Hives. So, I was stunned when I launched this the other day. Just stunned. The live version is really different from the album version, but I can't find the album version that isn't accompanied by a lame YouTube video, so this will have to do. Besides, this encapsulates what I like about looking back at 90s Indie Rock. They look like a bunch of squares, but they aren't really trying to. They have no image. I might like these guys forever now. I might like them another week. I'm fascinated with how my taste in badns can shift in a manner of moments. The other day I realized that my like for the Flaming Lips has peaked and is now on a downhill slope. I expect it to level out with me liking Do You Realize??, Yoshimi, Ego Tripping at the Gates of Hell and a couple off of the Soft Bulletin. But the rest of the stuff is beginning to grate. I'm sure somewhere, Sufjan Stevens (Seth the Peruvian) is crying. Well, I'm sure Sufjan is crying because he made a song so delicate that it broke and he'll never have that recipe again.

It's almost shameful to like this song because it was on Buffy, I guess. How embarrassing is that? It was like when I found out that Sharry Wadham the Music Librarian also liked Remy Zero because they sang the theme song to Smallville. I had no idea that Save Me was the theme song. My moment of utmost musical shame came when I asked Sharry if I could borrow her CD, because she was hipper than I.