holy shit. i just had the most unexpectedly enjoyable time washing up three days worth of dishes. i figured this simple act of domesticity would be the least i could do to apply some semblance of productivity to a generally lazy day. (i admit it was lazy, but i will fight you if you say sitting in front of three hours of tv shows is wasteful.)
i charged the ipod to full juice, which is comparable to a full tank of gas, and went to tackle a crowded sink. i swirled through my artists list, looking for something new or long-forgotten. lifting my dizzy thumb, i landed on 'tv on the radio.' i'm guilty of judging books by their cover, people by their appearance, and bands by their name, so i've never given much thought to 'tv on the radio,' which is in my opinion, a dumbass name. absolute dumbass, with a hint of trying to be clever. but mostly dumbass. but these guys are PHENOMENAL. i owe them a large apology, a fruit basket, a gift card. i actually enjoyed doing the dishes, and washed all the pans.
i was completely torn. i couldn't decide if washing dishes was utterly mundane in comparison to the songs coursing through my headphones, or if conversely, the otherwise lowly act of scrubbing old bits of fish and crusted oatmeal was truly a cosmic endeavor worthy of brain rumbling guitars and hearty choruses. i'm still listening to them. and i will not stop ever. not until every dirty dish on earth is cleaned. long live 'tv on the radio.'
1 comment:
Well said.
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