Listening Party
- Death Cab For Cutie (shivers and tingles)
- Dandy Warhols (’cause sometimes the ’80s need to happen all over again)
- The Streets (don’t try to define it, just listen)
- Le Tigre (leftist, feminist, dyke, dance…what’s not to like?)
Music
From Blown Speakers
When the contact high
from the real life adventures wear off,
you find, in the tiny moments that bomb, your old files rain down from the sky.
And would they fall down,
like cymbal crashes, would the alarm bell sound?
Would your eyelashes keep all this in time?
If not, I won’t mind…
it can be impractical.
it can be impractical
So can you tell me
why in every version of the events shown here,
theres another season that crawls by like years,
from blown speakers clear?
It came out magical.
it came out magical.
Just a contact high,
one in every mood I’ve ever declined to fight,
one in every single exchange you might find.
From blown speakers,
time came out magical
It came out magical, out from blown speakers
it came out magical, out from blown speakers
-The New Pornographers
Airscape
And in the element of light
The sun reflected from the waves
Inshore it spangles
The child of air is borne upon the wind that blows across the sea
And in the element of summer
The cliffs suspended in the heat
The air in columns
The tiny figures of the world are walking
Underneath your feet
And underneath your hair
Where angels wander
I’ll wander too
Where angels wander — over you
And in the element of darkness
The starlight shimmers on the spray
And falls towards you
Your perfect lover’s never there
And if she was, she wouldn’t be — and neither, though, would you
Save your illusions
For someone else
Save your illusions
For yourself
And in the element of laughter
The quick explosion and the slow
Release of heat
The tide recedes upon the bones of something beautiful and drowned
In coral and in jade
Where angels hover
I’ll hover too
Where angels hover — over you
Over you
Over you
-Robyn Hitchcock
All About Me
I am an mostly sedentary activist who thinks that corporate greed, right-wing politics, and the christian right (is there really a difference?) is turning our world to shit. In my professional life I have actually been known to demonstrate a passing familiarity with competence for hours on end.
I was a rock star once for about fifteen minutes and have nothing to show for it but a few CDs, some videos that are starting to deteriorate, a gold record for a band that I played with ten years before they made it big, loss of hearing in my right ear, and a slight tendency to drink beer.
I can be selfish.
I get too worked up about things I care about, but have a sometimes alarming disconnection with the world around me.
I never, ever, ever get enough sleep.
The right song at the right time can completely change me.? Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately) this effect only seems to last a few hours at the most.