You may ask yourself...

"Self, doesn't Erin already have a blog? What is so different about this one? What's this blog all about? What the eff is Banshee Beat?"
To that I say.
Gear down big trucker. Easy on the questions Interrogation McGee.
Even though I shouldn't answer someone with an attitude like yours, I will anyhow.
See how nice I am?

1) Yes. I do already have a blog. Or more than one actually. One on Livejournal. One on myspace. And a few other forgotten ones scattered across the interweb.

2) Hopefully something, probably nothing. Well that's not entirely true. This blog will be my most personal because unlike my livejournal and myspace, I doubt there will be anyone out there actually reading what I post here. I often have things I want to blog about on my other journals, but don't for fear of who is reading. This shall be a lovely outlet for that type of thing.

3) This blog basically chronicles the life of a 20 year old, single film student with an outlook on life that is sometimes to naive for her own good. Said student will take note of her successes, failures, dissappointments, loves, hates, hopes, wishes, dreams, cravings and crushes. Look out folks. It's going to get personal.

4) Banshee Beat is my favourite song of the moment, by the amazingly experimental band Animal Collective. I could tell you all sorts of ideas of what I think it means, but I don't like to do or hear that sort of thing. Music is a personal experience, each listener taking something different from the rhythms and rhymes. Come to your own conclusion. Find the song. Listen to it. Read the lyrics. All I will say is that it is simply beautiful.

There'll be time to get by to get dry after the swimming pool
There'll be time to just cry i wonder why it didnt work out
Therell be time to fish fry for letters by yours truly
Yours truly

Someone in my dictionary's up to no good
I never find the very special words I should
So I have another party with a water glass
and I sit on all your actions its a birthing game
and I'll bet he needs a shower cause hes just like me
and the soldiers in the painting know your secret face
Well your parrot told me just how I can make you smile
Gonna let you do your thinking if you need awhile
but what I gave you made him get mad
A little bit funny how a thing like that
Could travel from one mouth in through another
and the next thing you know you gotta hear it from your brother and
The words they sting like a stump of old wasps
Remember when I said go throw the rock in there
and we ran through the woods to our good house
You forgot about the things that he could say like
I dont think that I like you anymore
Well I found new feelings at the feeling store
and I cant find you at our kissing place
and im scared of those new pair of eyes you have

So I duck out and go down to find the swimming pool
Hop a fence, leave the street and wet your feet I'll find a swimming pool
Cause when I'm snuffed out I doubt I'll find a swimming pool
Hop a fence, leave the street and wet your feet I'll find a swimming pool

But I don't wish that I was dead
A very little friend of mine once said
that either way you look at it you have your fits
I have my fits but feeling is good
confusions not a kiddney stone in my brain
but if were miscommunicating do we feel the same?
Then either way you look at it you have your fits
I have my fits but feeling is good

You gotta give a little you gotta get a little bit


Well, that's it in a nutshell. I hope you stick around for the ride. It'll be an interesting one...

<3 Erin