so my assigned task for this day of thanks and smallpox was to make yams. i accidentally bought too many yams, so i made 'grown-up yams'(yams in a sauce made of orange juice, freshly grated cinnamon and nutmeg, and powdered ginger) and 'kid yams'(brown sugar and marshmallows!). the sun decided to show it's face, and so i got to dice yams and dance around in the sunshine, and it was all pretty great.
while making, i listened to:
bruce springsteen - born to run
Still the best rock and roll album ever. i'm not sure there's much more to say about this.
troubled hubble - making beds in a burning house
the last album troubled hubble released before they broke up, and it's an interesting mix of their old bouncy indie-pop, and a new-found cynicism. songs like "14,000 things to be happy about" are actually pretty big downers, despite their cheery bass lines. it's all still very danacble, and i will admit to a couple of ridicolous spins and turns during "to be alive and alone", the happiest song about misanthrophy(at least, until the last los campesinos! album.)
my chemical romance - the black parade
seriously, fuck the haters. this is kitchen-sink glam-goth-'n-roll and it fucking rules. combine the histrionics of the alkaline trio with the adventure and flamboyancy of queen, and you get this, and it is more fucking fun than most of the shit you like. i promise. it's also a shockingly empowering album, about rising above most of the shit that drags people down, and with entirely sincere lyrics, heroic guitar leads and driving drums, it works oh so well.