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10 Best Architecture Songs (ZZ from Archdaily)

 

 

1. “Government Center” by Jonathan Richman and the Modern Lovers
The only anthem to bureaucracy - and the architectural altar at which all lesser bureaucratic buildings worship, Boston’s Government Center- we’re aware of. Richman and Co. confirm that, even with “a lot of great desks and chairs,” the best way to animate a space is with a dance party.

2. “Don’t Worry About the Government” by the Talking Heads
Architecture as savior: “My building has every convenience, it’s gonna make life easy for me.” If the Bauhaus had a theme song, it’d be this one.

3. “Brick House” by the Commodores
Yes, architecture can be sexy. Brick houses might not really be the hottest buildings out there, but we admit it’s hard to rhyme anything with Guggenheim.

4. “Who Do You Love?” by Bo Diddley
That’s one creepy house.

5. “Norwegian Wood” by the Beatles
A song about hipster apartments, falling in love, and bad seating arrangements (hasn’t she heard of Ikea?).

6. “White Room” by Cream
A song about loneliness in a crowd and loneliness alone - and, OK, maybe cocaine? - this one moves between the train station and Clapton’s empty apartment.

7. “Little Room” by the White Stripes
The room in question is definitely a modernist affair. White walls, surely, with maybe a red-trimmed window in the corner. The song’s about how any room can be a prison, and how the grass isn’t always greener, real-estate-wise, no matter what Craigslist says.

8. “Our House” by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young
A love song to suburban domesticity. Bo-ring, but that’s the point.

9. “Mansion on the Hill” by Hank Williams
Architectural envy. Also a metaphor for McMansion soullessness, before it really existed.

10. “Folsom Prison Blues” by Johnny Cash
The problem with architecture altogether: It doesn’t change, and when it’s bad, you’re stuck inside like Jonah. Outside on the train, “Those people keep a-movin’, and that’s what tortures me.”

过年

又一个年过去了,今年没回老家得以有闲暇回首,这才发现原来曾经“过年”在我脑中是许多场景的碎片。
临行前堆在墙边的箱子、车站里拥挤的人群、火车上的绿皮长椅、两边带两个小扳手可以上下推动的还能能钻人的车窗、无处插脚的走道里坐着各种姿势的人、外婆家门前菜地的皑皑白雪、壁龛里装满花生和瓜子的铁桶、五斗橱顶上够不着的炮仗、养着鱼的浴缸、养着鸡的南阳台、挂满鸡鸭鹅鱼猪牛羊肉的北阳台、一筛子的圆子、南边大房间里盛开的蟹爪兰和海棠、会噼噼啪啪响的炭盆、客厅里打牌的男人们和厨房里忙活的女人们、年夜饭上总是来饭桌夹一筷子转头又跑回厨房的几位姨、三十儿晚上八点的春晚、初一早上家家门前雪地上那一堆鲜红的纸屑、捡来的带一小截芯儿没爆炸的鞭炮……
太多场景,写到十五也写不完。这些场景会不断浮现,就像一幅拼图,似乎少了哪片都不能称的上是一个完整的年。