Music in my life

Julian Casablancas - ”11th Dimension”

“Everybody sees me but it’s not that easy/ standing in the light field waiting for some action.” This line, accompanied by what sounds like a 14 year old Iron Maiden freak attempting the Batman theme song on the bass guitar, begins “Juicebox,” the first single released from The Strokes’ First Impressions of Earth. And what was my first impression of First Impressions?

I am never going to listen to this band again.

It’s a claim on which I’ve made good. Knowing that First Impressions exists has been enough for me to turn my back on the truly great Is This It? and it’s very listenable (from what I remember) sister, Room on Fire. Like walking in on your girlfriend and a tearful, naked Glenn Beck in your bedroom, First Impressions was enough to not only dump the band, but burn the photo album filled with memories from that great vacation you took to Honolulu.  I have guiltily viewed their recent demise with gleeful spite. My initial reaction to the news that frontman Julian Casablancas was releasing a solo record: scoff. My initial reaction to its title (Phrazes for the Young): a Monty Burns laugh. My initial reaction to its first single, “11th Dimension:” unadulterated awe.

The drums keep the song poppy and light while the synths bounce around in the foreground. The tasteful Strokesy guitars know their place behind Julian, who returns to full-yearning precocious punk mode. The lyrics are still stupid, but I’m dancing too much to care. C’mon girl, I forgive you for the whole Glenn Beck thing. Come back to me. I’ll take you with open arms.

 (via tuneage)

Quelqu’un m’a dit (Someone Told Me)” by Carla Bruni

TRANSLATION:

I’m told that our lives aren’t worth much,
They pass like an instant, like wilting roses.
I’m told that time slipping by is a bastard
Making its coat of our sorrows.
Yet someone told me…

That you still loved me
Someone told me…
That you still loved me.
Well ? Could that be possible?

I’m told that fate makes fun of us,
That it gives us nothing and promises everything,
When happiness seems to be within our reach,
We reach out and find ourselves like fools.
Yet someone told me…

That you still loved me
Someone told me…
That you still loved me.
Well ? Could that be possible?

Well ? Could that be possible?

So who said that you still loved me?
I don’t remember any more, it was late at night,
I can still hear the voice, but I can no longer see the face,
“He loves you, it’s secret, don’t tell him I told you.”
You see, someone told me

That you still loved me
Did someone really tell me?
That you still loved me
Well, could that be possible?

I’m told that our lives aren’t worth much,
Passing in an instant, like wilting roses,
I’m told that time slipping by is a bastard,
Making its coat of our sadnesses.

That you still loved me
Someone told me…
That you still loved me.
Well ? Could that be possible?

 (via geeuh)