Plant Parenthood - Jungle Cat
Sam Petschulat writes:
Last December I fell in love with someone for no reason and I tried to connect with that person and I wrote them long letters that they never responded to. I was living in Knoxville in a cheap house in a part of town where lots of people abuse prescription medication, right across the street from a Dollar General. The people directly behind me floated in and out of prison and had robbed our house and stole my laptop and some music gear a couple months prior. Our house had some mice and was usually very cold.
I hadn’t played a lot of electric guitar since middle school but my dad had recently bought me a Squier Telecaster as a gift. Like most gifts it was kind of odd and not quite what I would have chosen but also really thoughtful and kind of a weird reminder of some of the commonalities I shared with my dad despite our differences. I started playing it all the time. I would come home late at night and get high by myself and think about the girl I mentioned earlier and sit on my floor writing really sad guitar riffs trying to use only bar chords. I was listening to a lot of 50s girl groups and a lot of Blithe Field.
Halfway through the month I went home for a few weeks to live with my parents and work for my dad while I had a break from school. I pretty much never left my parents house for a month, in a town about 30 minutes south of Nashville. I would sift through computer code all day then work on writing and recording all night, staying up till 3 or 4 am most nights, trying not to be too loud.
In January I went back to Knoxville still trying to forget about a lot of things. Four months later the girl who never responded broke up with her boyfriend so I convinced her to learn how to play drums. We started practicing several times a week. I’m not sure if she knew all the songs were about her but I feel like it must have been pretty obvious. We got a set together and started playing lots of shows. I was still in love with her and I’m not really sure how she felt about me. We recorded an EP on a Tascam 414 cassette 4 track and then decided it was too emotionally difficult to be around each other any more. Whenever i see her now i usually have to go home and lie down on the floor of my room for a few hours and i sleep terribly. Anyway, here is the record.
This is my new favorite blog, and this song and the accompanying letter? Well you know how on paper you shouldn’t be able to relate to something at all, but then you just do? Thats how I feel about this. And no, I am not high.