She's Dope
Artist: Down With Webster
Album: Time to Win Vol. II
Year: 2011
♥: I don't think you'll like this song. Like I really don't. But I'm sitting here after our night, with the Osheaga lineup, the wine, V -- and all the butterfly songs I'd had in mind are suddenly a joke and here's the thing: the Butterfly, in my personal ideology, is the most important symbol. I don't have any friggin idea why I thought it was a good idea for a theme because the 'BUTTERFLY' is EVERYTHING to me. It means so much that I'll just never be able to express. But what butterflies are to me, more than anything -- more even, than change, than metamorphosis, which was the post I'd started writing -- is honesty. And whether you hate this song or can tolerate it, I almost don't care, because if I can't articulate what this theme really means -- at least I can be honest about the song I connect to it.

Down With Webster is silly Canadian MuchMusic fare. I could post These Kids Wear Crowns and it'd be similar: ridiculous pop. It's fun for teenyboppers. It's all bouncy verses and predictable hooks. It's the kind of thing easily mocked, but [V and] I genuinely adore it, and I also genuinely feel it. (There's something about [some] "objectively" ridiculous pop that just kills me, when it's related in the right ways.)

So instead of going back to Spring '08, let's go back to June '11.
Last spring was...weird. I felt a lot of weird things. But for most of June, I felt whole. Absolutely and completely. And the one song that REALLY made me feel that way was this one. When V and I heard it on the MM countdown, I instantly knew I'd never be able to watch the video because the song was going to hit hard. I drank Tanqueray all summer (fuck I love that line -- "I don't drink babe / But you're Tanqueray"). I danced around Claremont (oh, Claremont.) to it, and it meant everything because it related...in my own way...to the most potent referent of the 'butterfly' symbol.

Because butterfly refers, in my personal symbolism, to that thing that matters most, that thing that's been around for eight years, off and on. And 2011 was dead to the butterflies: except for June.
Except for this song!


So instead of trying ---- imPOSSIBLY ----- to explain all my "butterfly" connotations ------------
I will post something that brought me back to them.
And even without my butterflies, right now in March 2012,
(listening to this song, knowing I'll hear it live,
knowing that it's entirely possible I'll feel those butterflies again (they cycle, you see),
or that hey --- butterflies fucking grow out of caterpillars, butterflies change, and maybe it's time to change the connotations...)

there's still something pretty fucking amazing about life.
And that is, really,
butterflies.