TL;DR — Sara says FUCK a lot.
July.
There’s a four-letter word if there ever was one.
According to my computer it is 9:17 AM on July 26th. And since this is the lead-in to the monthly Last.fm stats for June, the fact that it’s almost August should tell you how great of a month July has been for my brain.
NOT GOOD, KIDS.
It’s Week 70…ish.
Are we still counting weeks? When do we stop counting weeks? People seem to think the long running nightmare is over because they—as individuals—got a shot or two in the arm, but the daily news reports would lead one to believe that things are still far from over. But then again there is so much fucking conflicting information—FROM THE SAME GODDAMN SOURCES—all the time who the fuck knows what the actual fuck is actually going on.
I thought I would stop counting weeks when Bob went back to a normal work schedule. But there is currently no plan for him to return to the office full time because working from home is…working. So I guess regardless of what’s going on with the rest of the hellscape of the world, The Bear Cave is maintaining our perpetual hermit-ness. And honestly, I’m not mad about that.
Anyway.
We’re hurtling headfirst into another EXCESSIVE HEAT WARNING. We’ve been under Extreme Fire Weather watches for most of summer. There are watering restrictions all over the place because I can probably count on one hand the number of times it has rained this season. We’ve had some air quality alerts due to wild fires in Canada.
SUMMER NEEDS TO BE OVER FUCKING CHRIST ON A GODDAMN BIKE.
I don’t know how much I actually slept last night. This morning? I went to bed when Bob did and got up two hours later because I was still wide awake. Then I didn’t get back into bed until sometime around 6AM. I was listening to music to distract my brain and lately listening to music to sleep to is more disorienting than relaxing. Which usually means I more catnap than sleep. So that’s great.
The only reason I’m not sleeping right now—when I usually get the most solid sleep of the day or night—is because we’re getting a new roof. Or rather our entire development is getting new roofs and our building is today. And tomorrow. And Wednesday. They’ve been averaging about three days a building so far. There’s a dumpster in our driveway because we’re the middle unit. We had to park in the guest parking because we can’t access our garage for three days. The crew was here making noise before 8AM and it sounds like they are about to crash through the roof, so SLEEP AIN’T HAPPENING. Until I hit a wall at some point and am finally just too tired to stay upright anymore.
Someone just rang our doorbell to ask if we wanted to get rid of our satellite dish. Because if we’re not using it they’ll dispose of it for us. WE do not have a satellite dish, so if there’s one up there, it ain’t ours, so eliminate as you see fit, dear roofing guy. (We were supposed to notify the crew if we have a dish and whether or not we’re using it so they can reinstall or dispose accordingly and I imagine we weren’t on the list—because we’ve never had a dish—so they had to ask about it.)
Also I am very paranoid that tearing the roof apart is going to reopen the spot with the Mystery Leak to End All Mystery Leaks. PLEASE GOD NO. Here’s hoping this crew is better at their jobs than whoever damaged our roof in the first place before we ever lived here.
In the meantime, I’ve been listening to The Killers‘s live album from a decade ago on repeat as the current Anxiety Playlist. Or rather, watching the video because the audio version chopped a third of the setlist to fit on a CD and I want the full two hours please and thank you. What’s great about watching a concert from 2009—everybody in the audience is WATCHING THE SHOW because nobody has a fucking smartphone yet. Also Brandon Flowers is somehow a rockstar performer and so incredibly awkward at the same time. Also quiet possibly the most precious little bastard to sing about murdering his girlfriend. I think I’ve finally broke the impulse to call him Brendon Flowers, but my brain still thinks of him as a kid, despite the fact that he is 40 years old. Which means, yes, he is younger than me. But he’s also older than my husband so he is most certainly not a kid. (At this point pretty much anyone under the age of 30 is a kid to me.)
On top of the band being the primary Anxiety Playlist as of late, the compulsive listening is also being fueled by the fact that they announced the release date of their next album for August 13th. Which is just shy of a year since their last album came out. They haven’t even released a single yet. Screw the rules, I suppose. I’ll be all over it regardless. Because fixating.
Seriously. Also. Because. I mean. One more.
In other new music news…John Mayer’s new album came out and the video for Shot in the Dark is channeling some late 80’s/early 90’s Lite.FM and it is hitting all the right nostalgia points. I was heavy into John Mayer when he hit with No Such Thing…TWENTY YEARS AGO WTAF…but I haven’t really paid much attention to him in years. He fell off the fixation wagon when he started going through all his train wreck relationships with high profile celebrity women and I’ve missed like, three or four albums in the meantime. Whether or not the fixation will return to the fever pitch it once was remains to be seen, but the new stuff is still up my alley. He just has some tough competition for my attention right now. (See: previous paragraph.)
Speaking of which…you can preorder the new Killers album on CASSETTE. Because WHAT YEAR IS IT!?
Also, why is it more expensive than the CD?
I’m pretty sure the crew is VACUUMING MY ROOF RIGHT NOW.
Anyway here’s Wonderwall…or the monthly Last.fm stats. Same difference.
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Top 10 Most Played Artists for June 2021…
1.) Brandon Flowers … 418 plays
2.) The Young Veins … 384 plays
3.) Nine Days … 349 plays
4.) The Killers … 259 plays
5.) I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME … 235 plays
6.) Sara Bareilles … 160 plays
7.) Splender … 156 plays
8.) Tonic … 98 plays
9.) 2AM Club … 83 plays
10.) Fall Out Boy … 75 plays
Honorable mention: Toad the Wet Sprocket, Darren Criss, Parachute, Panic! At the Disco, Billy Joel, O.A.R., Counting Crows, Emerson Hart, Stroke 9, Patrick Stump
Total of 2,794 plays of 879 tracks from 139 albums by 57 artists.
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