Some patients can't be saved, but that burden's not on you.

I came across The Antlers yesterday on Amazon—it was their daily deal, $2.99 for the whole album "Hospice". The caption said if you like Death Cab For Cutie (who I love) or Grizzly Bear (who? ok, so I'm not that well musically educated) then you'll probably dig The Antlers. I started reading the reviews and it seemed that Hospice was a concept album about a hospice worker that falls in love with a terminal cancer patient. Whoa. That shit's serious.

I'm a sucker for a good story concept (and cheap music in the vein of Death Cab) so I bought the album. I've been listening to it nonstop, though I have yet to really focus on the lyrics and story, I'm really liking the music. I tend to go for really calm, chill music because I find I can listen to it and work, enjoying the music without getting too distracted (god knows I already have enough of that going on already...I'm looking at you, Facebook, Twitter, Wordpress, Gmail, Gchat, and Google Reader). I did some investigating on the band and it seems the story is party true and partly an analogy for an abusive relationship. In the words of the lead singer, Peter Silberman: "A hospice can be representative of what emotional and psychological abuse can do. Let’s say as a hospice worker, you’re taking a lot of verbal abuse from someone who is dying, cause they’re, absolutely and rightfully so, bitter about what’s happening and feeling like it’s completely unfair, which it most obviously is. And you’re in the position of feeling like you have no right to complain about your situation because it’s so much worse for them. So you think the least I can do is give them a punching bag." (from an interview with Tripwire).


So, when I was in grad school, I hated Fridays. Because I was a waitress at Outback, and unlike the rest of the world, Friday for me did not mean rest and relaxation. It meant slipping around a greasy kitchen for the next ten hours, serving extra ramekins of honey butter and doing laps by the cold side window to grab and deliver salads. The one thing that always got me out of bed on Friday mornings was Amazon's $5 Friday deals. Being destitute in grad school, I felt okay with occasionally buying myself a $5 MP3 album.

Lucky for me, the $5 MP3 album deal caught on and now it's a regular thing. Unlucky for my wallet, I've been going a little nutso lately. Recently purchased albums include:

500 Days of Summer soundtrack

Band of Horses: Cease to Begin

Coconut Records: Nighttiming

Death Cab For Cutie: Transatlanticism

Foo Fighters: Echoes, Silence, Patience & Grace

Jay-Z: Blueprint 3

Mazzy Star: So Tonight That I Might See

Paramore: Brand New Eyes

Regina Spektor: 11:11

Smashing Pumpkins: Siamese Dream (This is one I had wanted since, like, seventh grade and just never got after years of putting it on birthday and Christmas lists...good to know, fifteen years later, I still support the grunge scene)

The Avett Brothers: Emotionalism//Four Thieves Gone

The Decemberists: The Crane Wife

The Weepies: Say I Am You

Them Crooked Vultures

U2: No Line on the Horizon

Weezer: Raditude

Yeah Yeah Yeahs: It's Blitz!

$85 for 17 albums...not too shabby! I finally decided to replace my busted iPod FM transmitter too...which requires even less work than burning CDs! Hooray!