Music Associations and Such.

When I woke up today, some of the gravity from yesterday remained. I was puzzled. My sister was safe, why was I still feeling dead inside? I'm still puzzling.
The Strokes, "Hard to Explain." I am reading in bed, at noon on a Saturday. I close my eyes and can feel the blood in my ears. The Strokes are the sadnesses of endings and beginnings, at least for me. And sweaty clubs, and loneliness, and Samuel.
When listening to No Age, I always feel there's something I'm missing. The noise seems still, a wall removed from me. The angry lyrics are full of pathos. I keep listening, liking the music but continuing to be frustrated. I feel as though I'm not grown-up enough, that it's punk for adults.
Lavender Diamond, "Open Your Heart." It is in a JC Penney commercial, but that doesn't make it sound any less pure, or perfect-bittersweet for May. And it doesn't make the clothes look more world-peace-oriented. Just floral. In the kitchen of that pretty Mother's Day brunch, sisters are arguing, fresh-squeezed orange juice dripping unknowingly onto their crisp long shirts.