Untitled by Palace Songs
Did I really start listening to Palace because of that Amy Sohn column in New York Press? Maybe. Maybe I got into them after one of my most indie rocking indie rock friends in college played something of theirs at… a party? A dinner party? Why was I there? I met that guy on a student film where he was the DP and the dolly grip was cracking up for some reason and sort of ran away from the set while the camera was rolling and I jumped up and finished the shot and it only occurs to me all these years later that it was the first of TWO times that I ended up getting a gig because a dolly grip laughed during a camera move and the second time it had to do with Joan Rivers.
Anyway.
Playing with Garage Band software instruments and layering on more vocals to disguise my lack of talent is fun and reminds me of learning to use Photoshop around 2001 and covering up for my crappy scanner that left a pink streak on everything.
But also, this song is somehow banal yet critical to my psyche. I mumbled the words at dinner tonight and my wife recognized it from the first mixtape I ever mailed her.