December 12, 2013
In the Book Notes series, authors create and discuss a music playlist that relates in some way to their recently published book.
Previous contributors include Bret Easton Ellis, Kate Christensen, Kevin Brockmeier, George Pelecanos, Dana Spiotta, Amy Bloom, Aimee Bender, Myla Goldberg, Heidi Julavits, Hari Kunzru, and many others.
Trisha Low's The Compleat Purge is as ambitious and innovatively written a book as I have read all year, both stunningly modern and eloquent at the same time, and always surprising.
Vol. 1 Brooklyn wrote of the book:
"For all that there are experiments in form on display, The Compleat Purge isn’t simply an experiment in form. It's a hybrid in the best sense of the word, bridging styles to get at something deeper; volleying out a series of cloaks to get at something much more essential."
when i write this to you it's 9 am - i'm listening to Robert Smith, wearing orange lipstick and a dress patterned with pink neon sunflowers, loose around the top so it always slips off my shoulders - it's 2.06 pm, i’m idling with my magic 8 ball, nick is showing me the new harley quinn comic and calling me pumpkin, reminding me that her and the joker make for the greatest love story of all time even when they're trying to kill each other because 'she was always there, in the next comic, and so he always came' - it's 4.02 pm, i'm watching a motorcycle gang beat up a clown on my computer screen to a youtube video of Lana Del Rey’s Ride - it’s 5.16 pm, i realise it’s a Sunday, I had a long night at a friend’s party and that it’s kind of gross how I somehow still have last night’s nutella on my fingers - it’s 5.32 pm and I’m listening to Taylor Swift’s RED, the full album, thinking about who I would have kissed if I wanted to kiss someone yesterday and how Taylor’s insistence on naming names is crucial in both contexts, cause all’s fair in love and war - it’s 6.03 pm and the funny thing about the confessional (like this one) is that it’s a displaced act of listening, a repetition of a localised cultural imaginary. No form of speech outside of what you remember of momentary relations or pixellated heart // I love you I hate you let's get a coke, techno One Direction melodrama. Having nothing to say and saying it anyway just like I am doing right now; maybe what a playlist is in the very first place.
Dear Diary (January 13th, 1989),
I haven’t been writing to you because Dr. Jacoby gave me a pretty hot-pink tape recorder for Christmas. He said that it might help me to talk into it. I send him the tapes after I have listened to them myself. I find that even though I’m still very sad that listening to the tapes and all that they say helps me feel that the problems spoken on them are not my own.
I would write more often, but with all my work and the other diary I must keep “pleasantly updated,” I have hardly any time to be as honest as I am with you.
I will write more when I can.
i can see that if i am going to get vol 2 i must initiate. here is the last thing i completed. a loose interpretation of the wagner opera parsifal squeezed through an alternate history of monsanto. why not? what do i have to do for vol 3? squeeze through an alternate history?
this might be the best representation of everything any of us have ever only pretended to love ever.
to me 10/20/12
Sent from my mobile
“nobody likes my music they just kind of wanna fuck me […] i’m just a little girl, stop picking on me on the internet. i'm telling people you were mean to me on last fm, ok? i'm telling on you.”
Bratmobile - Cool Schmool
“I literally heard a guy in the audience say, "Someone should kill them." At that time, Bratmobile was like the most crazy performance art you've ever seen. It was so insane. It was literally child rhymes.” - Kathleen Hanna (http://pitchfork.com/features/5-10-15-20/9255-kathleen-hanna/)
Placebo - Every You, Every Me
When I was 15, the guitarist from Placebo threw his smashed guitar offstage into the audience and gave me a black eye so I did actually carve his name into my arm. It didn’t scar, but I still really like Cruel Intentions.
Frank Ocean - There Will Be Tears
i have a nostalgia, ULTRA tattoo right under my columbine shooting tribute tattoo.
Charli XCX - Superlove
Kill me with your touch / You're soaken through my blood / R.I.P, set me free, yeah, this is dangerous
Death Grips - Guillotine (It Goes Yah)
did you hear about the death grips show?
they didn't show up to some gig in chicago
and people destroyed their equipment
but apparently they never intended to actually be at the show
"They weren't in Chicago, and according to Consequence of Sound, this was the band's plan. Recorded music, an unmanned drum set, and a giant suicide note. That's the show.""
A GIANT SUICIDE NOTE
Harry Pussy - (live)
A Hymn To the Virgin - Edmund Rubbra
Dear Trisha and Marsha,
I want to thank the Lord for having blessed me with two wonderful girls. I would love to take some credit
Sent from my iPhone
Extra Life - Made Flesh
“I was sixteen. I had green hair. I had a girl. She had green hair.
We grooved on the Slot Addix Relapsaria. The A-side was for fighting, the B-side was for fucking, and we didn’t know which side was which.
That year the student body president was elected for an unprecedented sixth term. It was no contest. When they put soda machines in the cafeteria, he put something in the soda, and me and my girl packed our own lunch. Me and my girl flicked spitwads at the Prez and yelled “SIC SEMPER IGNORAMUS.” The Prez fumed. He canceled art and music and dance. He made it all math. He made it all marchers. The pep rallies got longer, then louder, then mandatory. The cheer squad traded in their pom poms for black leather whips. Lucky my girl was on the squad. We cut class and in the shed behind the school she showed me how it work. It worked for me.
One day they were waiting for us. They took her. They made her into mystery meat and fed her to the football team. It’s all in fun, the Prez said, be a good sport. They made me watch. I made myself laugh. I made myself have a slice. At home I threw out my records. Then I made myself go to all the games. I made myself cheer like she did. I made myself all the plays. I hit the gym. I shaved my head [...]”
- Reviewed - The Slot Addix: Relapsaria (Reissue) in HEAT MAP, Thomson Guster
Pharmakon - Crawling on Bruised Knees
I’ll do it for a massage with a sad ending //
yes, a massage using your tears as oil. let me know when works for you — oh, and be sure to have something very sad lined up to think about.
Heart - Magic Man
winner of evening has to be tossup between josef's hardcore version of fergalicious
and holly's yoko ono version of magic man
i sing like a 5 yr old
Katy Perry - Hummingbird Heartbeat
Josef Kaplan and I almost killed a live chicken at a poetry reading to this tune.
The For Carnation - Moonbeams
you got a better suicide soundtrack
is it witchhaus
nah i don't know, maybe a good for carnation track
something of jandek's
i told him it's a slowcore track and he totally took the bait
Red House Painters - 24
dont think i dont know
Hall and Oates - Rich Girl
“Trisha Low is a rich poet”
- Kill List, Josef Kaplan
Dido’s Lament - Henry Purcell
Ways to be tragic.
The Crystals - He Hit Me (And It Felt Like a Kiss)
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