Speaking of Radiohead

2006-11-02

The music video for “Just” seems quite existential. Lots of angst, you might say. And, in my opinion, surprisingly haunting

Fake Plastic Love

2006-11-02

I refuse to put pictures onto this blog. Blogging is supposed to be about words, and I’m a purist. Or a snob. Or something like that.

That goes double for YouTube.

But sometimes I actually want to share a picture or a clip from YouTube. So I cheat and just link there.

All of that to say: I located the video for “Fake Plastic Trees” by Radiohead. The first time I heard this, it spoke to me. And, strangely enough, the video actually seemed to enhance the music, which is, in my opinion, a rarity in music videos.

This song touched me, because it seemed to express the fakeness and emptiness of so many people around us, particularly in the affluent West. We have to keep up our appearances of being happy, healthy, wealthy, and well-adjusted people. But are we really? Or are we just clinging to our fake plastic love?

Does it wear you out, too?

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As a bonus, I’ve included the lyrics.

“Fake Plastic Trees”

Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself

It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out

She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins

It wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears him out

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can’t help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run

It wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out

If I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted all the time

All the time…
All the time…

Coping through writing

2006-11-02

Bryan noted to me that I seem to write the most when I am the most stressed. He suggests that maybe I cope with life through writing. Maybe he’s right.