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No Closer to Any Kind of Truth

13 Apr

There is nothing in my brain, so here’s another video of white boys playing the geetar:

I was never a big fan of Death Cab before this album; I found Gibbards’ lyrics to be cloying and immature a lot of the time.

I fucking love Narrow Stairs, though, and I especially love this song. It’s so expansive and almost feels like it has more structure than it does–it ends like a perfect argument. Plus, it’s about one of my favorite authors and references my favorite book of his. (Most of the time, anyway–sometimes Dr. Sax wins).

I think it’s easy to become obnoxious when writing about someone so iconic (*cough* 10,000 Maniacs *cough*), but it’s mostly a self-conscious look at his unrealistic expectations for creative inspiration or some sort of deep revelation from the spirit of one of his heroes. He feels foolish and defeated when he doesn’t get what he wants, because, vell, Kerouac’s just zis guy, you know?

But, still…he talks to Kerouac like he’s there, and ultimately, they are tied together. Not by some mystical creative force emanating from Kerouac beyond the grave, but by the search for meaning, even when they know it’s impossible to find.