TO MY DAUGHTERS, WITH LOVE
There was much reflecting during my ride back to New York, yesterday. The past few days have been cuckoo bananas. Between a very late drunken night with the coolest of cool peeps, the stench of bleach penetrating my head my absolutely natural hair color, the most awkward dinner conversation I have ever had with my parents to date, and uhhh…Jews, my head’s been a whirl. I put the iPod on shuffle and attempted to pass out.
Suddenly, a familiar tune came on: “Jones From Indiana” by Daughters. Fuck yeah, Daughters, I thought. Wait, DAUGHTERS? It suddenly hit me that I have absolutely neglected this band for quite some time. What have they been up to? Last I remember, they released Hell Songs back in 2006, but as it turns out, there was an EP put out earlier this year, 2002 EP, that somehow slipped under my radar.
Oh, boys. I’m pretty sure you don’t want to speak to me at the moment, but let’s think back to those good ol’ days…
- When I used to indulge myself in 11 min rock out sessions in my room to your album which was only that long.
- When I saw you in that shitty multi-purpose room at that community college in central New Jersey that got shut down early because you were playing in a shitty multi-purpose room at a community college in central New Jersey.
- When I pointed and laughed at all the fat chicks trying to dance at said show.
That shirt of yours that I had with the whale on it, which I then threw out because I accidentally shrunk it in the dryer.- When I forced Julia to play that one “Nurse, Would You Please Prep The Patient For The Sexual Doctor” song over and over on her college radio show BECAUSE I LOVED IT SO. <3
Oh hey, you’re working on a new album!!!!!1 I’m going to make it up to you guys so hard the next time you’re in town! (Not like that, dbags.)
YAY MATH!
-Elise
