Vacate My Brain

Tuxedomoon- Desire (1981 / Post Punk) + Rites of Spring (1987 / Emotional Hardcore)

Hello internet pals of music. Today we’re making up for being an undependable schlub and listening to two songs.

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Vacation? WTF is that?

For the past 1.634 years, yours truly has been working without a real break (other than taking some extra time off around last Christmas)—even though part of my contract stipulates four weeks off per year. I still haven’t even been paid out for the three weeks I carried from last year.

I’m supposed to have started my “vacation” this past weekend.

“Oh damn, the next two weeks off? Good for you, you deserve it!”, I’ve had friends and colleagues tell me, knowing the disappointing and unanticipated stress and chaos and general life suck of my past few years.

Guess who’s spent the past two days at work?

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I haven’t been able to sleep. Awake, every two or three hours, thinking about work. Thinking about life, and all the things I need to take care of. Because vacation for me isn’t about anything remotely connected to resetting. Vacation for me = time away from work so that I can do other work. Why do you, dear trusty reader, think you rarely get these wonderful musical jewels anymore?

Tired.

The dude is tired. And not like “I need a weeks’ worth of naps” tired, but like “when do I get to finally go into the ground” tired.

“How’s life?”

“Taking forever”

Confession: I can count the number of adult vacations I’ve ever taken on one hand. I hate capitalism. And yes, that may sound like I’m being petulant and oversimplifying the issue.

So this week, or two (I can’t tell, I’m still answering crucial work email, and have a meeting to attend), I’l be pondering why I choose to live in an unaffordable city. Why I choose to be so persistent in trying to carve out alternatives to this wilderness of capital madness. Why I choose to suffer.

Life truly is a cosmic joke. And the only way to avoid not being the punchline, as I see it, is to never truly want anything from it.

Music and friends / loved ones, and sharing that music with them (and strangers) is all that is real. Music is the answer, music is our savior.

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