Gabriel Kahane— Villanelles
You’ve been waiting patiently for me to tell you the song that made Jen come stand over me mid-concert and whisper, “I forgot to tell you some of his songs are like the boy version of your blog.”
Well, for one, it is sort of embarassing. I mean, it’s fun to joke around and call people you don’t know your future husband, but it’s quite another thing to meet him and go to a show of his and know fully well that one of his friends is going to show him this and we will lose all hope of ever being functional friend-of-friend acquaintances. Gabe, I’m sorry, it would have been pleasant to awkwardly run into you on the street.
Anyway this is the song that is the boy version of my blog. There is mention of ice cream and hardcover books and lost love, so yeah, I’d say that about covers it.
I love that, “I miss your dumb, warm body,” or really, “bo-o-o-ody”. So true. It’s like it’s okay to say it because you say it’s dumb. I DO MISS YOUR DUMB WARM BODY, YOU FUCKING IDIOT. And then there is, “I carry you up 2nd Avenue”! Come on, people! I walk up 2nd Avenue ALL THE TIME and oftentimes while walking up 2nd Avenue I am crying over some idiot’s dumb, warm body! Stupid dumb idiots and their human warmth. It’s like, laptops are almost as warm, but not quite. SO CLOSE. Do you think they did that just to mock us? Steve Jobs was like, Let it evoke companionship, but not fully approach it.” Fine, Steve Jobs, I GET IT.
At least it’s summer now, so who gives a fuck about warmth? I’d probably kick your dumb warm body outta my way; i don’t even have an AIR CONDITIONER for god sakes.
Anyway: always breakup when it’s hot out. That’s my advice for you. Thank you and goodnight.
