These Are Your Parents | Lena Dunham



These are your parents.

You are not yet born, or you are very young, and they are gathered for a weekend far away from you, in a house by the water.

If you don’t yet exist, they are considering you—you’re an inevitability they are not quite ready to accept. And if you’re already alive—chubby, dressed in patterned leggings and Velcro sneakers and a headband with knit fruits adorning it—they are trying to forget about you. Just for the weekend.

They are gathered with the people who knew them before—when they were younger, some would say just plain young, and fancied themselves revolutionaries. They came together, all seven of them, just as they crested into adulthood, and they fell in love: not one on one but as a group, fell in love with the puzzle they made, with every perfect piece.

The men loved the men, and they showed it—by jogging together, by playing tennis in impractical shoes, by hugging tightly after too many drinks, maybe even saying it: “I love you, you know.”

The women loved the women, and they showed it too: by sharing sweaters, by inventing nicknames, checking in by phone every morning.

And the men loved the women, and the women loved the men, in different patterns and variations, some passionate and some accidental. And everyone could forgive, because sex is just sex but friendship is something greater. Everyone loved everyone just right, and that love could save, and for a moment it was bliss.

They had big ideas: About politics and philosophy. About capitalism and sex. About late-night TV and translations of French poetry and whether smoking was actually bad for you and whether you could drive after a vodka (yes, you could). About who their parents had been and who they would never become.

They knew they would never work just for a paycheck, your parents. They would never stay put when they wanted to leave. They would never stop listening to music while they cleaned the house or start worrying about what people in town thought. They wouldn’t just be. They’d be happy.

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Strange Lords - Cannoneros

Got a new set of short, hard blasts from my pal, punk Floridian Waylon Thornton:

Mark! -

Anytime I have a new release or project, YVYNYL is one of the first places on my mind to send things. You’re always interested in the story behind the record, the real human interaction, or in some cases, the lack thereof. That’s hard to come by in music journalism nowadays, and it’s greatly appreciated.

This record I’m sending you is by my newest band, Strange Lords. I’m on guitar in this one, with Andrew Seward (ex-Against Me!, Human Parts) handling the drums. Andrew and I had actually never met prior to working on this together. We were Facebook friends and I had a handful of guitar tracks that weren’t being put to use, so I sent out an all-call to anyone interested in putting drums to them and he got in touch with me. Once he sent me the first finished track, I was blown away. I’d always known Andrew as a bassist, never as a drummer, but the dude has serious chops, and we had to keep going. A few weeks down the road and we had nearly a complete album, but still hadn’t met. After tossing around a few possible band names (Crypt Witch being a close second,) we landed on Strange Lords.

The opportunity came to play our first show as Strange Lords and we jumped on board. Our first practice was our first time hanging, and things locked in very well. Andrew is very groove oriented, as am I. Rock n’ roll is all about the flow, not so much the details, and within less than an hour we had our entire set fleshed out and ready to go.

I’m not sure where things will go with this project. We’re both family oriented, devoted parents, and I think our days of living on the road might be behind us, but that’s largely a part of the appeal for me; working with someone who has similar priorities brings a lot of patience and understanding to the table. If things never go beyond us bouncing tracks back and forth and playing the occasional shows around Florida, I’m 100% cool with that. Playing a show near the beach? Bring the families along and kick it.

Maybe it’s not anyone’s idea of what “rock n’ roll” is, or maybe it’s “dad rock”, I don’t know. I don’t really care, to be honest. We’re having a good time and making records that we’re stoked on, and like any good rock n’ roll band, letting it flow.

As my father in law would say, “ride, motherfucker, ride”. That’s essentially the mindset behind Strange Lords.

-Waylon Thornton

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