Joseph Arthur - In The Sun
missing my brothers.
jotted notes, quotes, music, etc
December 17, 2011
October 15, 2011
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Exceptor - Entrance
this threading through my head as i was trying to piecemeal something towards a submission on building, or more accurately, on burning. felt the mighty boosh moon watching me, but not in a paranoid sort of way, more in i should be dreaming, sleeping, and this is where that softness just shy of unconscious took me.
i don’t know what i’m saying, either.
September 21, 2011
Electric Six - I’m The Bomb
(Apparently it’s Electric Six week around here.)
September 19, 2011
Electric Six - Danger
Don’t you want to know how we keep starting fires? It’s my desire…
September 16, 2011
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Cloud Cult - Everybody Here Is A Cloud
I think I’m getting sick, this tiredness a blanket I’m wearing like a second skin, this scratch at the back of the throat. Fall’s biting at the air and it feels like traveling weather, but I don’t have any idea where I’d go, where I more in motion. Anywhere, maybe everywhere.
You probably see something here that isn’t; we’ve each this tendency to think everything is about us. But maybe it’s about nothing precisely and everything exactly. Who are we to say?
Racing from thing to thing, flitting between tasks as if a bee between flowers… I’m rarely these busy hours catching the beauty of the moment. But: this coffee is good, as is the burn of all those pull-ups. Not all things need to be named.
It’s sometimes altogether too easy to forget we’re made at least as much of dirt as stars.
September 3, 2011
Josh Ritter & The Swell Season - Come And Find Me
Drinking and writing and these past few nights sliding through nostalgia and right on towards dawn. This is the soundtrack most recently, a mental catalog each verse through - past and present, searching and seeking. We’ve all our quests, I suppose, some of which we’re more honest in addressing than others. I think maybe I prefer to lie - to myself, sure, but especially to you. This narrative I’m writing’s far cleaner than any truth could ever be. Wouldn’t you prefer the more compelling story?
August 22, 2011
Hey look, I made a movie.
The song is Teenage Spaceship by Smog.
Oh, also here’s our fancy website.
August 9, 2011
The Hold Steady - Stuck Between Stations
”The night turned reflective & nearly somber, all these years we’d pooled together swimming in sentimentalism, the past presented again at the fore - and then we’d each departed, each off to our destiny elsewhere. Again I’ll find in my path the anomaly, and who am I to say what home is, outside these snippets of memory I’m forever carrying on? I’ve sand for a heart; the tides are cycling regularly, like gravity and the pull of the moon and the many more things I’ve misunderstood than grasped. I’ve no idea if this’ll be different, it’s true, and that? That’s a notion both terrifying and comforting. Days go on, don’t you know? I’m forever lost, but days go on. And at the night’s end, there’ll still be another morning.”
June 14, 2011
Two Cellos - Welcome to the Jungle
June 7, 2011
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Chris Garneau - Between the Bars
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