Sunday, August 17, 2014
Monday, August 11, 2014
In 1947, 17 year old Jacqueline Lee Bouvier wrote the following Dear John letter to her long distance boyfriend:
"I’ve always thought of being in love as being willing to do anything for the other person—starve to buy them bread and not mind living in Siberia with them—and I’ve always thought that every minute away from them would be hell—so looking at it that [way] I guess I’m not in love with you."
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
LISTEN TO SPOON. FOLLOW MY MUSIC BLOG.
Spoon is a band that could play in any location and you’d be like “Oh, cool. They’re playing Spoon here. This place must be hip.” Most of Spoon just sounds like fun, breezy indie music. “Do You” off “They Want My Soul” seems to be about drinking, love and popsicles. It really does not get any more breezy.
Hear the whole new album here!!!!
OTHER HOT JAMZ THIS WEEK:
Tears of Joy - Slow Club
No Black Person is Ugly - Lil B
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Jenny Lewis is my favorite former child actor gone indie star. Though that may be a small group (suck it, Blake Sennett) I have always believed Lewis’ lyrics were a beautiful blend of raw and playful. The Voyager sounds much more like Rilo Kiley than her previous solo works do, and this jam in particular sounds like what Under the Blacklight would have sounded like had it been a good album.
Lewis has always been one to admit to being her own worst enemy, and “Head Underwater” is no exception. The song is about putting yourself through hell to make sure you’re still alive. When it feels like you’re numb to everything that comes your way, sometimes taking inventory is necessary to see if you still have anything left to offer.
I stood barefoot on the blazing concrete/I was waiting for the gut of the thunder/I don’t wanna bore you with how I feel/but when the walls came down, the shit got real.
It also does a nice job of using the phrase “shit got real” poetically.
OTHER HOT JAMS THIS WEEK:
In Love with the Useless - A Sunny Day in Glasgow
NEW DORP. NEW YORK - SBTRKT ft. Ezra Koenig
FOLLOW MY MUSIC BLOG. ALSO, THIS ENTIRE ALBUM IS GREAT.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.
Gilda Radner (via observando)
Last night, I had a moment where I thought “Only in Reno.”
Then I realized we weren’t in Reno and this city is just small, too.
Should have moved farther than four hours away. Gotta shake that Reno curse.
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Friday, July 18, 2014
Niggas have a dinner table in Paris
A dinner table at night (1884), John Singer Sargent / Niggas in Paris, Kanye West & Jay-Z
Fleetwood Mac is everything.
Don’t settle for anyone or any life that leads you otherwise.
Sunday, July 13, 2014
I’ll speak a little louder
I’ll even shout
You know that I’m proud
And I can’t get the words out
I’m quitting drinking for a month.
I shouldn’t have to explain why I’m quitting, but I will anyway.
Personally, I’ve had a really crazy year. I say that every year, but this year has been especially bad because I drank more. In order to explain why I drank more, let me use an extended metaphor:
You know when you’re starting to learn to cook, and so you try to make chicken? The first time you make chicken, you’re like “Ew, this is very bad. I think I have to add pepper or something.” And then you keep trying to make chicken without following any recipes. You just keep adding more pepper, but that doesn’t do the trick. So, you start to add barbecue sauce every time you make chicken. The chicken is still bad, so you stop cooking it as thoroughly and add things like Sriracha to completely drown at the taste of your horrible chicken, which you’re now eating every night. Before you know it, your chicken is covered in maple syrup, vomit and cocaine, and you have salmonella. You thought your chicken wasn’t going to be good unless it had a lot of spices, but really, if you just worked on your chicken a little bit more, you wouldn’t have needed all that. But, you never wanted to read up or ask for help, because you might be vulnerable and fail.
So, that’s why I have to quit drinking for a bit and learn how to make chicken. A month doesn’t seem very long, but it’s the longest I’ve gone without drinking since I turned 20. I’ll be writing a lot about it because I’ll have a lot of spare time in which I’m sober enough to write. I am excited and scared, which is how you should feel about anything worthwhile, so I know I’m doing something right.
Let’s party (WITH DIET COKE AND BETTER OVERALL LIFE DECISIONS).