Music, my Love, Music

-Take me to the riot by the Stars. Basically a non 80’s version of a Smiths song (and I love the Smiths). It makes me crave Friday nights, people I miss, late night drives with the music blasting, and downtown Annapolis.

http://www.myspace.com/stars

-Blood Bank by Bon Iver. This song is like falling in love. It has that unearthly wintered sadness about it that knits loneliness to love without forcing you to feel either (and if the lyrics were tangible, they would be snowflakes melting on your tongue.)

http://www.imeem.com/artists/bon_iver/music/54yRTZ5x/bon-iver-blood-bank/

-Tomorrow comes a Day Too Soon, by Flogging Molly. Everything about this song lifts your spirits. The slightly chaotic blur of instruments mixed with jolly lyrics and a shot of Irish tipsiness goes straight to your stomach like one of those warm sweatshirt hugs.

http://www.imeem.com/artists/flogging_molly/music/2rR7fMOl/flogging-molly-tomorrow-comes-a-day-too-soon/

-All Unfolding by Ah Holly Fam’ly. Something comes alive in you when you listen to this song. I don’t know whether it’s the rich slightly off balanced harmony, or the way the clarinet stirred with vocals rolls onto your tongue and down your throat, but something about its sound makes your soul ache a little bit — like beauty when it is too perfect, or loving someone so much.

http://www.imeem.com/groups/SAL1zcNh/music/dNDAQuIA/ah-holly-famly-all-unfolding/

-Take These Thoughts by Chris and Thomas. The thin pluck of the banjo against their haunting bluesy vocals is the sound of a train in the distance or tumbleweed blowing off main street. It inevitably leaves you feeling a little bit lost and a little bit lonely, yet completely enchanted.

http://www.myspace.com/chrisandthomas

-Step Outside by The Finches. If this song was a painting it would be the blurry pastel of a river surrounded by green green trees. The lightheartedness of its atmosphere is almost deceiving, but if you stare long enough you can tell that the wind is blowing thickly through the leaves and stirring the grey river with its tongue.

http://www.imeem.com/people/G5uWvxD/music/T-txbTuI/the-finches-step-outside/

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bleed into the world with me like a bouquet of red balloons let loose.

and please remember your silver sloshing rainwater shoes

The rain is splintering softly on these foggy gown’d fields and you are somewhere telling yourself that it is not enough to just watch.

These red lipped gypsy dancing leaves are what you are to me.

Sink into the earth beside me and we will drink  into our lungs all that we have loved (our hearts turning red with the leaves our hearts turning gold and green.) I am so tired of watching.

Shatter your soul like glass against mine I want to feel you burning inside me, it is not enough to just love you.

your eyes are windy like today

The leaves are ashes from a cigarette

That Gabriel rolled from man’s regret

I am told it is how God chose to forget (our sin)

They watched us while we smiled at the sky

They wore their slippers by the sun-side

And blew the wind into our eyes

There was wind in your eyes

nonsense is the art you make up while you’re dancing

Sing sweetly, your red ribbon lips pressed  against my sunless thoughts. Your voice is bouncing off a trumpet solo that Gabriel learned when he was five and played for Jesus Christ. Please. I go to the place where milk is white where rain is green, my heart inside an orange tree. Come and find me in the reed swinging spring, I’m a child with a lisping dream of  honey flowers flowering and your voice in the windy walkings of her singing.

Play me a song on your cherry-wood cello, sing to me from the purple caves that the winking fairy’s gave dark names. Please. Hold  my smooth pearl mind in your grey oyster heart where we will name the voices of the dark and stare like stony swirled statues, slipping from their mindless minds and turning all our hopeless hope-ings into swimming hearts of bluish love (you are the one) sting my soul like yellow budding bumblebees who smile on their pedals pinking. I’m starring at the words we colored in with little children’s crayons.

the world is a bright red apple orchard

Don’t cloud my mind with thoughts of better things. I’m here, let the wind blow my grassy mind. Wherever I am, there is always somewhere better, wherever I go other people will be happier- but isn’t that the world?

Somewhere people are falling in love. Somewhere people are watching their loved ones die. But thats the point. Were not in heaven and were not in hell, were somewhere in between (thanks Adam)– so get ready cause they’re both gonna wink at you.

Hold on tight. Let go. Fall in love. Mess up, and when you do make sure you laugh.

Keep Messing up. (Its a good thing).

My Dad always told me, “if your not messing up, your not learning.”  And this doesn’t mean sin, it means love and love and love, and if you screw up trying, you screw up trying. Just get up and start over.

Die a little each day, let it sting. Isn’t that what dying to yourself means-trying and knowing that failure is an option. At the end of my life I hope I can say that I failed a lot, because you can’t have success without it.

Kiss the earth, because God called it good. Have purpose. Find someone to share that purpose with.

Get exited.

Movie Review on Before Sunest

In the film “Before Sunset”, an American man and French woman, meet unexpectedly in Paris nine years after a short-lived, but unforgotten romance. Jesse, the American (Ethan Hawke), is passing through Paris on a book tour, when he runs into this girl of his past, Celine (Julie Delpy). He has a little more than an hour to spend with her until his flight home, creating the runway from which the film takes off. But don’t let these elements fool you; this is not a typical Romantic Comedy.

The relationship of these two characters is entirely unique, lacking the emotional highs and lows that put the “comedy” into “romantic”. There is no crescendo of intense passion, no final kiss scene. The nerve center of this movie is located in its dialogue, which is essentially one long, eclectic conversation back-dropped by Paris.

But the lack of cinematic emphasis is really not a lack at all. It gives a rawness to the characters, making them real for us. This is not to say the movie lacks emotional vibrancy, it just isn’t coming at you through a fire-hose. The dialogue has more of an onion effect, gaining potency with each layer. And yet the whole time you feel like you could be having the same conversation. There are moments when you actually feel awkward, moments when you’re not sure how to react, quirky humor, friendly debate, and interesting discussion.

This film causes you to think and feel acutely, while refreshing you with a romantic comedy that is not another transposed chick flick.

A Brief Commemoration to Those Who Died on September 11th

I am writing this to you,

You who will never read this.

I am writing to tell you that the world is still beautiful, and that people still dance and make love and kiss their children on the foreheads.

We still haven’t quite figured out what we’re here for or why life can get so fucked up.

But tonight we take our breaths a little slower and love the world a little deeper– because we know that all of this, like you, could be gone so soon.

I keep your light pressed in a book

Dear, your eyes are not the stars

They are not the stars

Though when we watched the cars

Blur along the highway

I felt you

And when the red tip of your cigarette

Crumbled in the river

I knew that we were fine

Because the stars in the sky

Were always too distant

To compare to what I knew,

Could never be so far

we’re all mad here

Okay I think I understand, the sunlight rests on quicksand and the faster it moves the faster it sinks. Maybe If you lassoed it with something thick we could stick it with some peppermint and sip sip sip.

Never mind i’m only dreaming (But I could go on) what do you think? I know you like the smell of air when there is nothing to do, when there is nothing to do I’d do anything with you

Here’s an idea:

Let’s buy a white rabbit and chase it like that curious girl who fell in a dream, don’t buy me a thing. We’ll get rich selling roses.People will buy them if we smile (and paint the white ones red). Never-mind what nature said no one needs white roses.

Anyways

This is how we will spend our days, don’t think about it and it won’t feel strange. I will tell you more in time but for now let’s sip this cheer wine forget that we are dreaming and watch that Cheshire moon smile.