I stopped to listen to a street performer playing a violin this morning and it made my very bad mood a little better. Of course, I shared this tidbit with the peeps on effbook and a friend sent me this amazing article . . . old but very worth the read:
Pearls Before Breakfast
Can one of the nation's great musicians cut through the fog of a D.C. rush hour? Let's find out.
Gave me goosebumpers.
"If you love something but choose not to do it professionally, it's not a waste. Because, you know, you still have it. You have it forever."
April 29, 2009
April 7, 2009
They told me to be careful up there / Where the wind blows a venomous rage through your hair
It's been awhile.
I was lost in the lakes
And the shapes that your body makes
That your body makes, that your body makes
That your body makes, that your body makes
The mountains said I could find you here
They whispered the snow and the leaves in my ear
I traced my finger along your trails
Your body was the map, I was lost in it
Floating over your rocky spine
The glaciers made you, and now you're mine
Floating over your rocky spine
The glaciers made you, and now you're mine
I was moving across your frozen veneer
The sky was dark but you were clear
Could you feel my footsteps
And would you shatter, would you shatter, would you
And with your soft fingers between my claws
Like purity against resolve
I could tell, then and there, that we were formed from the clay
And came from the rocks for the earth to display
They told me to be careful up there
Where the wind blows a venomous rage through your hair
They told me to be careful up there
Where the wind rages through your hair
—Great Lake Swimmers / Your Rocky Spine
I was lost in the lakes
And the shapes that your body makes
That your body makes, that your body makes
That your body makes, that your body makes
The mountains said I could find you here
They whispered the snow and the leaves in my ear
I traced my finger along your trails
Your body was the map, I was lost in it
Floating over your rocky spine
The glaciers made you, and now you're mine
Floating over your rocky spine
The glaciers made you, and now you're mine
I was moving across your frozen veneer
The sky was dark but you were clear
Could you feel my footsteps
And would you shatter, would you shatter, would you
And with your soft fingers between my claws
Like purity against resolve
I could tell, then and there, that we were formed from the clay
And came from the rocks for the earth to display
They told me to be careful up there
Where the wind blows a venomous rage through your hair
They told me to be careful up there
Where the wind rages through your hair
—Great Lake Swimmers / Your Rocky Spine
March 9, 2009
I wonder what he'd say, if he knew people felt like him today.
Elvis in a ring of fire
Hips swinging, feet swimming in an old pair of blue suede shoes
Eyes white like no dose, hair black as coal
He's walking the streets of Memphis
Picking up pennies found on their heads
He's dancing like he's on t.v.
I never realized but he's dancing for me
He's got a lot of fans out there but nobody cares
I just want to hear him sing
Didn't he know he was the only king?
He's acting like it's his last chance
Smoke rising from his heels every time that he'd dance
Blue rhinestones on his legs, flowers on his grave
I wonder what he'd say
If he knew people felt like him today
Elvis in a ring of fire
Hips swinging, feet swimming in an old pair of blue suede shoes
—The Everybodyfields / The Only King
February 18, 2009
Just kissin' for hours underneath that sweet magnolia
The time has come, there is no second chance
We’ve been drifting on an empty aching sea
You were the girl I never knew I wanted
I was the boy you hoped you’d never see
And it’s a shame
That we ain’t lovers
We could’ve been something, so big and grand
Just kissin’ for hours
underneath that sweet magnolia
Beggin’ for answers, tryin’ to make a stand
Been burnin’ up the hours, talkin’ to the midnight
Just dreaming of ways I could hold you next to me
But maybe it just wasn’t meant, all things have a reason
Maybe our hearts were just too careless and free
And it’s a shame
That we ain’t lovers
We could’ve been something, so big and grand
Just kissin’ for hours
underneath that sweet magnolia
Beggin’ for answers, tryin’ to make a stand
There was a time, when you would have had me
There was a time, I could have had you
But it’s too late, another path has come and gone again
I’m at the back door with a broken window view thinkin’
And it’s a shame
That we ain’t lovers
We could’ve been something, so big and grand
Just kissin’ for hours
underneath that sweet magnolia
Beggin’ for answers, tryin’ to make a stand
I’m so tired of writin’, but I can’t put down my pen
It’s too late now to talk or turn back
So just hold on, ‘cause baby here we go again
Headin’ the wrong way down that one way track
And it’s a shame
That we ain’t lovers
We could’ve been something, so big and grand
Just kissin’ for hours
underneath that sweet magnolia
Beggin’ for answers, tryin’ to make a stand
—Hayes Carll, It's a Shame
February 14, 2009
February 12, 2009
February 5, 2009
Need new drives.
SCORPIO [October 23–November 21] I've got some questions for you. First, where will you go to satisfy that special need of yours—the need that demands ever-fresh varieties of fuel? Second, who will you enlist in your efforts to change your environment so that it's more compatible with your drives? And third, what helpful influences will you seek to attract into your sphere as you refine your ambitions? The coming weeks will be a good time to cultivate your web of alliances as you address these questions. —Rob Brezsny, Village Voice
February 4, 2009
January 23, 2009
While you're busy mixing grape with grain
That's some lovely fiddle, sir.
click friggin' here
I wish I knew which button to push
Then I'd know how to please you
It's sad but true
So I'll just listen in down the line
While you're busy mixing grape with grain
To sedate your pain
Songbird, you got tales to tell
How many times can you describe your living hell?
The sweeping gesture creates a fuss
It's only useful when receiving praise
Relieving no-ones pain
If you'd let somebody love you just enough
You'd have everything you'd need to break
Free from all your pain
Songbird, you got tales to tell
How many times can you describe your living hell?
If you'd let somebody love you just enough
Let somebody love you just enough
Let somebody love you just enough
Let somebody love you just enough
—Bernard Fanning / Songbird
click friggin' here
I wish I knew which button to push
Then I'd know how to please you
It's sad but true
So I'll just listen in down the line
While you're busy mixing grape with grain
To sedate your pain
Songbird, you got tales to tell
How many times can you describe your living hell?
The sweeping gesture creates a fuss
It's only useful when receiving praise
Relieving no-ones pain
If you'd let somebody love you just enough
You'd have everything you'd need to break
Free from all your pain
Songbird, you got tales to tell
How many times can you describe your living hell?
If you'd let somebody love you just enough
Let somebody love you just enough
Let somebody love you just enough
Let somebody love you just enough
—Bernard Fanning / Songbird
January 20, 2009
January 16, 2009
Best WWTDD post in quite awhile . . .
"Stop it plane. You are a plane. You are not a boat. Get back in the sky! You can not swim!"
January 15, 2009
January 14, 2009
You might be the strange delightful
Everything morning this week, I've woken up thinking that it's the next day. Tuesday morning, I thought it was Wednesday. Today I thought it was Thursday. This is really starting to piss me off and I wish it would stop.
And now, for something weird and awesome . . .
I went to school with 27 Jennifers
16 Jenns, 10 Jennies, and then there was her
It’s the sweet shine of,
Yeah, force of divine love
The blessed arrival of you
You might be the one that I’ve been seeking for
You might be the strange delightful
You might be the girly who shall end all girls
You might be the sweet unspiteful
I rode the bus with 27 Jennifers
15 Jenns, 10 Jennies disapproved of her
Yeah, get from my sight, man,
Gladness is a blight, and
Happiness stinks up the room
You might be the one that I’ve been seeking for
You might be the strange delightful
You might be the girly who shall end all girls
You might be the sweet unspiteful
You might be the one that I’ve been seeking for
You might be the strange delightful
You might be the girly who shall end all girls
You might be the sweet unspiteful
27 Jennifers
27 Jennifers
—Mike Doughty, 27 Jennifers
And now, for something weird and awesome . . .
I went to school with 27 Jennifers
16 Jenns, 10 Jennies, and then there was her
It’s the sweet shine of,
Yeah, force of divine love
The blessed arrival of you
You might be the one that I’ve been seeking for
You might be the strange delightful
You might be the girly who shall end all girls
You might be the sweet unspiteful
I rode the bus with 27 Jennifers
15 Jenns, 10 Jennies disapproved of her
Yeah, get from my sight, man,
Gladness is a blight, and
Happiness stinks up the room
You might be the one that I’ve been seeking for
You might be the strange delightful
You might be the girly who shall end all girls
You might be the sweet unspiteful
You might be the one that I’ve been seeking for
You might be the strange delightful
You might be the girly who shall end all girls
You might be the sweet unspiteful
27 Jennifers
27 Jennifers
—Mike Doughty, 27 Jennifers
January 13, 2009
Kindness made the cut so clean
His albums just get better and better. Here's one of the tracks I'm obsessed with from the newest one, Gossip In The Grain.
Hear me out
Day follows day
Light turns to
clay in my hands
How to explain,
so pristine the pain
Kindness made
the cut so
clean
I still care for you
Hear me out
Wanted me to be
less your lover
than a mirror
Can't you see
what you mean to me?
(Even promises may bleed)
I still care for you
The hours grow
heavy,
and hollow,
cruel as a grave
Open Me
and you'll find
only bones
burned to glass.
I still care for you
—Ray LaMontagne, I Still Care For You
Hear me out
Day follows day
Light turns to
clay in my hands
How to explain,
so pristine the pain
Kindness made
the cut so
clean
I still care for you
Hear me out
Wanted me to be
less your lover
than a mirror
Can't you see
what you mean to me?
(Even promises may bleed)
I still care for you
The hours grow
heavy,
and hollow,
cruel as a grave
Open Me
and you'll find
only bones
burned to glass.
I still care for you
—Ray LaMontagne, I Still Care For You
January 5, 2009
will you tell us that you're ok
They just don't make videos like this anymore. (Does anyone remember the really long video that aired? Just awesome . . .)
(Not positive if these are all right . . . I took out a lot of the "daggone it"s! and the "hoo! hoo!"s . . .)
As he came into the window
It was the sound of a crescendo
He came into her apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
She ran underneath the table
He could see she was unable
So she ran into the bedroom
She was struck down, it was her doom
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok, Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok, Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok, Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok, are you ok, Annie
(Annie are you ok)
(will you tell us that you're ok)
(there's a sign in the window)
(that he struck you-a crescendo Annie)
(he came into your apartment)
(he left the bloodstains on the carpet)
(then you ran into the bedroom)
(you were struck down)
(it was your doom)
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
You've been hit by
You've been hit by-
A smooth criminal
So they came into the outway
It was Sunday-what a black day
Mouth to mouth resuscitation
Sounding heartbeats-intimidations
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
(Annie are you ok)
(will you tell us that you're ok)
(there's a sign in the window)
(that he struck you-a crescendo Annie)
(he came into your apartment)
(he left the bloodstains on the carpet)
(then you ran into the bedroom)
(you were struck down)
(it was your doom)
(Annie are you ok)
(so, Annie are you ok)
(are you ok Annie)
(you've been hit by)
(you've been struck by-
A smooth criminal)
Okay, I want everybody
To clear the area right now!
(Annie are you ok)
I don't know!
(will you tell us, that you're ok)
I don't know!
(there's a sign in the window)
I don't know!
(that he struck you-a crescendo Annie)
I don't know!
(he came into your apartment)
I don't know!
(left bloodstains on the carpet)
I don't know why baby!
(then you ran into the bedroom)
I don't know!
(you were struck down)
(it was your doom-Annie!)
(Annie are you ok)
(will you tell us, that you're ok)
(there's a sign in the window)
(that he struck you-a crescendo Annie)
(he came into your apartment)
(left bloodstains on the carpet)
(then you ran into the bedroom)
(you were struck down)
(it was your doom-Annie!)
(Not positive if these are all right . . . I took out a lot of the "daggone it"s! and the "hoo! hoo!"s . . .)
As he came into the window
It was the sound of a crescendo
He came into her apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
She ran underneath the table
He could see she was unable
So she ran into the bedroom
She was struck down, it was her doom
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok, Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok, Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok, Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok, are you ok, Annie
(Annie are you ok)
(will you tell us that you're ok)
(there's a sign in the window)
(that he struck you-a crescendo Annie)
(he came into your apartment)
(he left the bloodstains on the carpet)
(then you ran into the bedroom)
(you were struck down)
(it was your doom)
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
You've been hit by
You've been hit by-
A smooth criminal
So they came into the outway
It was Sunday-what a black day
Mouth to mouth resuscitation
Sounding heartbeats-intimidations
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
(Annie are you ok)
(will you tell us that you're ok)
(there's a sign in the window)
(that he struck you-a crescendo Annie)
(he came into your apartment)
(he left the bloodstains on the carpet)
(then you ran into the bedroom)
(you were struck down)
(it was your doom)
(Annie are you ok)
(so, Annie are you ok)
(are you ok Annie)
(you've been hit by)
(you've been struck by-
A smooth criminal)
Okay, I want everybody
To clear the area right now!
(Annie are you ok)
I don't know!
(will you tell us, that you're ok)
I don't know!
(there's a sign in the window)
I don't know!
(that he struck you-a crescendo Annie)
I don't know!
(he came into your apartment)
I don't know!
(left bloodstains on the carpet)
I don't know why baby!
(then you ran into the bedroom)
I don't know!
(you were struck down)
(it was your doom-Annie!)
(Annie are you ok)
(will you tell us, that you're ok)
(there's a sign in the window)
(that he struck you-a crescendo Annie)
(he came into your apartment)
(left bloodstains on the carpet)
(then you ran into the bedroom)
(you were struck down)
(it was your doom-Annie!)
December 23, 2008
Good cover.
John Mayer: Tops of the Tool List.
Yet, I've come to love his music. I know . . . it's in the top 5 things about myself that piss me off.
Anyhow, he plays other people's music quite well, too. Bastard.
She's a good girl, loves her mama
Loves Jesus and America too
She's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis
Loves horses and her boyfriend too
It's a long day, livin' in Reseda
There's a freeway, runnin' through the yard
And I'm a bad boy, 'cause I don't even miss her
I'm a bad boy for breakin' her heart
And I'm free, free fallin'
Yeah I'm free, free fallin'
All the vampires, walkin' through the valley
Move west down, Ventura Blvd.
And all the bad boys, are standing in the shadows
All the good girls, are home with broken hearts
And I'm free, I'm free fallin'
Yeah I'm free, free fallin'
I wanna glide down, over Mulholland
I wanna write her, name in the sky
I wanna free fall, out into nothin'
Gonna leave this, world for awhile
And I'm free, free fallin'
Yeah I'm free, free fallin'
And I'm free, free fallin'
Oh!
Free fallin'
And I'm free, oh! free fallin'
—Tom Petty / Free Fallin'
Yet, I've come to love his music. I know . . . it's in the top 5 things about myself that piss me off.
Anyhow, he plays other people's music quite well, too. Bastard.
She's a good girl, loves her mama
Loves Jesus and America too
She's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis
Loves horses and her boyfriend too
It's a long day, livin' in Reseda
There's a freeway, runnin' through the yard
And I'm a bad boy, 'cause I don't even miss her
I'm a bad boy for breakin' her heart
And I'm free, free fallin'
Yeah I'm free, free fallin'
All the vampires, walkin' through the valley
Move west down, Ventura Blvd.
And all the bad boys, are standing in the shadows
All the good girls, are home with broken hearts
And I'm free, I'm free fallin'
Yeah I'm free, free fallin'
I wanna glide down, over Mulholland
I wanna write her, name in the sky
I wanna free fall, out into nothin'
Gonna leave this, world for awhile
And I'm free, free fallin'
Yeah I'm free, free fallin'
And I'm free, free fallin'
Oh!
Free fallin'
And I'm free, oh! free fallin'
—Tom Petty / Free Fallin'
December 18, 2008
Getting to the bottom. Of things.
SCORPIO [October 23–November 21] Happy Holy Daze, Scorpio! If I could give you one symbolic gift to set the right tone for 2009, it might be a glass vase with a potato growing partially submerged in water, allowing you to see its gnarly roots. I'd hope that would inspire you to put diligent yet playful effort into getting reacquainted with and exploring your own personal source code—you know, the master plan of your life that you formulated before you were born. The coming months will be an excellent time to cultivate a wise innocence as you get to the bottom of who you really are. —Rob Brezsny, Village Voice
December 12, 2008
Who will come to find you first: Your devils or your gods
All you folks think you own my life
But you never made any sacrifice
Demons they are on my trail
I'm standing at the crossroads of the hell
I look to the left I look to the right
There're hands that grab me on every side
All you folks think I got my price
At which I'll sell all that is mine
You think money rules when all else fails
Go sell your soul and keep your shell
I'm trying to protect what I keep inside
All the reasons why I live my life
Some say the devil be a mystical thing
I say the devil he a walking man
He a fool he a liar conjurer and a thief
He try to tell you what you want
Try to tell you what you need
Standing at the point
The road it cross you down
What is at your back
Which way do you turn
Who will come to find you first
Your devils or your gods
All you folks think you run my life
Say I should be willing to compromise
I say all you demons go back to hell
I'll save my soul save myself
—Tracy Chapman / Crossroads
December 11, 2008
HARUMPH.
SCORPIO [October 23–November 21] In one episode of Seinfeld, Elaine couldn't get her favorite Chinese restaurant to deliver take-out food to her apartment, because her neighborhood was just beyond the boundary of where the drivers went. But Elaine was determined. She went over to the building across the street, which was within the restaurant's delivery zone, and set up an alternate home for herself in a janitor's closet. I suggest you adopt a similar strategy, Scorpio. If you can't get what you want in the place where you are, shift your location. —Rob Brezsny, Village Voice
The universe is one tedious little bastard. I GET IT ALREADY.
The universe is one tedious little bastard. I GET IT ALREADY.
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