god, i love music. seriously, it is just so very awesome. i think about trying to communicate my feelings about the subject, and i nearly faint. have you ever listened to music that just made you shiver? i think i’ll make a mix of songs that do that. there’s music that totally speaks to me. a voice, an instrument, a mix in any variation. sometimes it shifts. when i’m in a somber mood i cannot get enough mazzy star, bach or maybe the moonlight sonata. when i’m pissed i love to put on the superunknown by soundgarden and turn it up. lately i’ve been listening to kid koala – some of my best friends are djs, which has this really awesome track called basin street blues that takes some new orleans big band jazz type stuff and puts down a nice beat. on a similar sorta note, i’ve been recommended bach on a hook although i’ve never heard it. björk – Selmasongs is to me so rhythmically inspiring. the same goes to the likes of medeski, martin and wood – combustication and tortoise – standards. there are the singer-songwriters, keeping people in a large way, aware of the beautiful nuances of life, a short and by no means exhaustive list including the likes of leonard cohen, greg brown, donovan, jeff buckley, tom waits, pete yorn, nick drake, andy stochansky and rufus wainwright (of course, biased toward the stuff i’ve listened to more recently).
the next category i love to use is “art music” i like it in particular because it’s more inclusive than exclusive and so does less in limiting the elaborate, multifaceted connections i draw between generes. for instance the aforementioned tortoise – standards, sits right next to the penguin cafe orchestra – st, ok go – st, mmw – combustication, mogwai, neutral milk hotel – in the aeroplane over the sea, radiohead’s later stuff, the delgados – the great eastern, cake’s – comfort eagle, belwether – home late, wilco – yankee hotel foxtrot, eels – shootenanny and of course, godspeed you black emporor! – f# a# infinity.
– and now for something completely different –
19-08-05
she… there are so many of them. she down the hall, in the next building, she in portland, me she in portland, or she my sisters, she who is fond of me and i not of her, she who i am fond of but not her of me. she who is a friend, a lover a girlfriend, mother and grandma. she who is afraid, strong, artistic, shy, confidant, outgoing and a friendly bitch all at the same time. she who stalks, she who flirts, she who fucks and she who crys. she who gets pissed when he doesn’t listen, come home, learn, guess, interpret, anticipate, open doors. she who gets irate when she doesn’t respect, kiss, cuddle, love and yearn. she is in all of me none of the time that it matters. none that it don’t won’t be happy with a big frown upside down. almost all the colors in one soupy mess of emotion, not quite absent of light. she who is beautifully fat, grossly entertaining and a bundle of a little bit of everything else. she who is wonderfully medium in every single respect, except one or two. she who can’t answer your questions, without staring into my eyes. she who files her teeth and scrubs her nails to maintain that exotic deadlyness. she who runs at the mention of snot or potatoes. she who can always see me smile as i look at the world? that’d be awesome.