...so I fell off the treadmill again.

This morning I hopped on the treadmill before work.  I listened to an album called Hospice by a band called The Antlers. It was the first time I had heard the album and at a few moments I got that familiar shot of adrenaline that you get when you get excited about new music.  When I'm running, that shot tends to make me run faster.  If I'm on a treadmill I'll typically bump up the belt speed.  Today I must have been running a little too much inside my own head.  I was teetering on the front end of the belt for a few strides before taking one stride that was clearly too big.  I stepped almost clearly onto the front platform of the treadmill, causing me to trip.  I managed to grab onto the handle and sort of hoist myself over the side.  I landed one foot on the ground and one knee on the treadmill adjacent to mine, so it wasn't a complete wipe-out(unlike other times). However it was a good thing that there wasn't anyone on the treadmill next to me.  That would have been a real catastrophe.
 
I heard about The Antlers from fellow blogger and friend, Keith Kelly(kelrock.blogspot.com). I'd like to call them poppy post-rock.  The vocals are sweet yet frail, similar to the likes of The Arcade Fire.  At the same time, each parts of their songs are glued together by synth or guitar feedback, creating a symphonic and melodramatic consistency like a typical post-rock group such as Explosions in the Sky.  There is something about hopeless sounding music that paradoxically gives you hope. From start to finish Hospice is the sugary sound of bitter hopelessness. 

That's all for now.

-Charlie

Interaction of the day:
Gym Patron Woman:  Are you okay?
Charlie:Yea, just got carried away.

Yo Mama Joke:
Yo mama is so dumb, she got lost riding an exercise bike.