Sunday, July 22, 2012

Album Review: Sean Nicholas Savage - Flamingo

You have been spinning around your apartment for the past week trying not to forget, not only that the love of your life has moved to middle Canada, nonplussed, but also that even if you meet someone TODAY, five minutes from this lung-numbingly unneccesary breathe taking moment of existence, you will be unable to fuck them for at leaaast two years, that is how fucking damaged you feel.  You don't want to forget these things because your whole fucking life has been one fucking chainĂ© from disaster to monumental disaster, learning nothing, ruining everything. Today you pass out for a "nap", unshowered, barely clothed, at 12:20 in the afternoon listening to the blissfully optimistic album "In Rainbows" by the popular and undisputed positive juggernaut electronic ambient ensemble, Radiohead.  

Your mom texts you that she thinks your beautiful, which, oh perfecto, So aesthetically, your mom thinks your still spot on, however, your personality though, which you have been told since fucking birth is THE ONLY PART OF YOU THAT MATTERS fucking sux, you silly little, bitchy little, dumb girl.

You get off the couch and decide to eat and slash or find some different music.  You find this really "great" song.  His name is Sean, and he takes you to this sultry, this sexy little seventies elevator with velvet curtains. 

You begin to touch yourself as the elevator ascends, loving yourself in public like no man has ever loved you before.  You find parts of your private that roll waves out of all the water in your body, you're liquid all over from that moment on, moved only by the moon and this pretty boy, Mr. Savage, and his voice. 

There are purple and gold tassels everywhere, swaying to the beat as a whiff of a fruity SPF passes you by.  It's summer out there somewhere, you care barely, you will get back to the temporary flux of the seasons after this temporary influx of seratonin moving motion. The elevator continues to soar. 

You wonder if this unexpected oasis in your day will ever stop, but stop wondering because the song never stops, the elevator never stops,  and I don't know if you end up showering in the end. 

I showered.