Dog-eared 4

I’ve decided to copy my wife's “dog-eared” feature. These posts will contain quotations from books, music, movies, and whatever else I feel like sharing.

The Reality of Magnetic Fields

(They’re real. I’m really, really serial.)

One of my top-five-of-all-time bands, The Magnetic Fields, released a new album this week. It’s called Realism. On Tuesday, which apparently has been forever ordained by God or someone else powerful as new-record-release-day, I stopped by Best Buy to pick up the new record and they did not have it. Actually, they didn’t have anything by the Magnetic Fields, nothing, not even a little place card. I spent a good five minutes looking at all of the other crap in the “M” section and silently rampaged about how can they have all this crap and no Magnetic Fields. So I stopped at the next Best Buy (strangely only a mile away) and they didn’t have any Magnetic Fields either. Screw Best Buy. Their music buyer should be flogged. [n.1]

Anyhow. Here’s a bit from track 9, Seduced and Abandoned:

Seduced with a grin,

I was taken all in;

taken in sin

and in shame.

Seduced by a smile,

I walked down the aisle

then waited awhile.

No one came.

Seduced and abandoned

and baby makes two.

Baby abandoned by you.

Seduced and abandoned

and what can I do?

I think I might drink a few.

Abandoned to weep

I collapsed in a heap,

dutifully sleeping all day.

Abandoned to die

I did nothing but cry

in my one-ply négligée.

Seduced and abandoned

and baby makes two.

Baby abandoned by you.

Seduced and abandoned

and what can I do?

I think I might drink a few.

Yes, I think I might drink a few

and maybe the baby will too.

Note 1: You might wonder why I’m buying records at Best Buy anyway. Well, because they are cheap. Also, I was driving and Best Buys always have nice giant parking lots or garages. But it also probably has something to do with the fact that I can go in a Best Buy and be ignored and not care what anyone in there thinks. If I go to one of the many independent record shops in my neighborhood, which is something I’d like to do for many reasons, I inevitably feel like I’m not cool enough to be in there and that the obnoxious hipsters I’m surrounded by are judging me. There are all sorts of problems with that, but it’s the truth.