weeping rock, rock

It is a signal morning in some ways.

Even though it is 1:13pm. Even though I haven't showered or brushed my teeth.

Even though they say they don't like poetry--they don't like love poems.

I wake up in the worst ways.



Circulatory System - Signal Morning 2

I'm melting okay

It's usually the cold weather that spikes the forever running sap of my bottoming out in the areas of love, tenderness and overall efghuuuooooh.

However, on this rare June evening, sticky with the ceiling fan's ineffective twirlings, I find this bullshit seeping out of me. Frustrated, forlorn and still tinged with the red of pillow marks from a five hour nap, I can feel the usual ache that seems to follow me.

Drink, drink, drink all of the wine in the world and all of the pink champagne. It's what happens to you in the evening, in the night, when there is nothing but hums and whispers and sighs.

Drunkenly, I seem to find the perfect life-encompassing metaphor in the differing advice provided in what to do in case of a bear attack.


drawing by Paul B. Drohan

Some say to tower your hands above your head, making your body taller and larger in hopes of intimidating the bear. This way, the bear will see you as an equal threat, or even a greater one than he. Somehow he will know to continue on.

Conversely it has also been advised to curl your body into a small, lifeless ball. That by somehow folding your arms and legs you will make yourself seem as tiny as possible, disappearing into the forest green. To play dead, taking shallow breath upon shallow breath until the bear believes, and often you as well, that you have ceased to exist, or never did in the first place.

And as we all go on living and dreaming, I find myself stuck between the two plans, waiting for my bear attack to see what it is that I really am.

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The Softies - Stormy Weather
Bishop Allen - Butterfly Nets

Scener ur ett äktenskap (1973)

I wanted to write a little bit about the genius of Ingmar Bergman's Scenes From a Marriage. I'm not classy enough to have seen many of his films so this is my introduction to him. This began as a television miniseries and then they cut it down to make a movie. Both are available... I happen to be watching the mini series version.

I wanted to find a video clip but I cannot find any with English subtitles.

It is so good and so intense and I really do recommend watching it. And unlike these stills, it is in wonderful 1970's color film.










Ingmar Bergman shooting Scenes From a Marriage with Erland Josephson and Liv Ullmann.

And some accompanying Swedish songs. One by the Acid House Kings, a great Swedish pop outfit. Another by the one and only Jens Lekman.

Acid House Kings - Save it for the Weekend
Jens Lekman - Psychogirl

fan made video contest winner

I haven't been updating much since I've been super busy. but this is one of the best things I have seen in a while.

and god knows I love that m83.



to read about the the teenage design collective that created the video, click here.

they call them killer whales

Two new videos from two upcoming albums that will be some of the best of 2009, surely. First we have Neko Case's "People Got a Lotta Nerve," followed up by Camera Obscura's "French Navy."

Neko will be in Columbus, Ohio on April 23rd at the Newport. Is anyone going? I might need a ride...

in the flesh

I have been listening to some very good live Final Fantasy tracks. They make me very happy and excited. If you haven't listened to Owen's 2 new EP's 'Spectrum, 14th Century' and 'Pays to Please' yet, you should.

This live track is a rendition of 'Hey Dad' and flows effortlessly into 'The CN Tower', with much excitement from the audience. It is lovely.

Final Fantasy - Hey Dad / The CN Tower (Live from Denton, TX)


courtesy of tomcramond

nana grizol

honoring my music blog unbeknownst to them! via their Myspace page.



They are playing Pittsburgh tonight. I just fed my dog ham sandwiches. Hey, her food is in my father's car. And I don't eat ham, so no loss.

Alas!

Nana Grizol - Circles 'Round the Moon