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22 December 2023
All I ever wanted besides a milkshake with two straws was a Saddle Creek mix tape. If someone were trying to win my love with that tape, it would have been highway robbery with my heart. Well, too bad, boys. I guess Doug Van Sloun wins it for mastering the Saddle Creek 50, a compilation of bands on the Omaha label.
Like my favorite mix tapes, I’ve found a story told by the playlist that only gets better and more intense when you reach disc two. So put your dancing shoes on, and get ready for an emotional roller coaster through Omaha, Nebraska. At the end of the ride, check out the special footage on disc one of the Saddle Creek weekly videos from 2002.
The Faint works you up sexually, then knocks you unconscious and takes you to the hospital with their dancey beats. You awaken with a wonderful scar left on your heart, which sucks you into wallowing in the joyous misery the musicians in Now It’s Overhead write about. Best thing to do now that you’ve felt your first heartbreak is to get in your car, pop in Rilo Kiley, drive to the closest lake, and see if that first love will run after you, realizing he/she's made the biggest mistake of his/her life. Or just listen and remember the good old days spent under the sun, running and falling over in a corn field.
As you grow older you begin to long for those innocent summer days when the trees were green and everything was new. But you’ve seen and felt so much, you’ve gone bitter. No more looking with untouched eyes. Cursive introduces you to alcohol through their drunken angry slurs. You run and hide in a cave to grow angry and numb. You come home alone, and the music of Son, Ambulance calms you down while he serenades you to sleep. An end to a year of growth and experience. Surviving hell creates sanity.
The next year, or b-side, grows some intensity, with your awakening to the reality of the world around you by the political rock band Desaparecidos that made you an activist. On those nights when your troubled heart keeps you laying awake, you go out to the bars to try to find someone who makes sleeping in your big bed a little easier. All you come home with is a night of tragic ramblings verbalized by The Good Life, who you put on the stereo just seconds before you black out. While passed out where your roommates can’t find you, the comforting voice from Azure Ray calls you from the light at the end of the tunnel, helping you find your way. You wake up sick and sore to your neighbors blasting Sorry About Dresden’s cheerful anthems.
You look around. It’s Spring in America again. Life is finding its way back to the middle of the road. Mayday and you have found someone lying next to you and your head is cleared of past heart break. Winter rolls around, and Bright Eyes is on the radio with beautifully orchestrated poetry inspiring productivity in our own endeavors, whatever they may be. We’ve matured to the point where we can be with someone, but still walk our own separate ways.
RIDE ON OVER TO SADDLE CREEK HERE.
PURCHASE THIS OR SIMILAR ITEMS
Like my favorite mix tapes, I’ve found a story told by the playlist that only gets better and more intense when you reach disc two. So put your dancing shoes on, and get ready for an emotional roller coaster through Omaha, Nebraska. At the end of the ride, check out the special footage on disc one of the Saddle Creek weekly videos from 2002.
The Faint works you up sexually, then knocks you unconscious and takes you to the hospital with their dancey beats. You awaken with a wonderful scar left on your heart, which sucks you into wallowing in the joyous misery the musicians in Now It’s Overhead write about. Best thing to do now that you’ve felt your first heartbreak is to get in your car, pop in Rilo Kiley, drive to the closest lake, and see if that first love will run after you, realizing he/she's made the biggest mistake of his/her life. Or just listen and remember the good old days spent under the sun, running and falling over in a corn field.
As you grow older you begin to long for those innocent summer days when the trees were green and everything was new. But you’ve seen and felt so much, you’ve gone bitter. No more looking with untouched eyes. Cursive introduces you to alcohol through their drunken angry slurs. You run and hide in a cave to grow angry and numb. You come home alone, and the music of Son, Ambulance calms you down while he serenades you to sleep. An end to a year of growth and experience. Surviving hell creates sanity.
The next year, or b-side, grows some intensity, with your awakening to the reality of the world around you by the political rock band Desaparecidos that made you an activist. On those nights when your troubled heart keeps you laying awake, you go out to the bars to try to find someone who makes sleeping in your big bed a little easier. All you come home with is a night of tragic ramblings verbalized by The Good Life, who you put on the stereo just seconds before you black out. While passed out where your roommates can’t find you, the comforting voice from Azure Ray calls you from the light at the end of the tunnel, helping you find your way. You wake up sick and sore to your neighbors blasting Sorry About Dresden’s cheerful anthems.
You look around. It’s Spring in America again. Life is finding its way back to the middle of the road. Mayday and you have found someone lying next to you and your head is cleared of past heart break. Winter rolls around, and Bright Eyes is on the radio with beautifully orchestrated poetry inspiring productivity in our own endeavors, whatever they may be. We’ve matured to the point where we can be with someone, but still walk our own separate ways.
RIDE ON OVER TO SADDLE CREEK HERE.
PURCHASE THIS OR SIMILAR ITEMS
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1610
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issue
vol 6 - issue 01 (sep 2003)
section
entertainmental