12/16/11

It's difficult for me to explain why I've made some recent decisions in my life. But when your insides don't match your outsides, sometimes complete departure, forcing the fall to rock bottom, is the best way to build a new life. A better life, even.

But the intermediate is a dark, lonely place, where everything you pass might the window you should've opened, the path you should've taken. But there is no should, there is only going through now to get to the later.

"I was born in a town where the rivers flow free
On a January night when the cold winds freeze
I got an Irish name and an injury
Blessing and a curse cast down on me
Ain't nobody got the blues like me
Ain't nobody got the blues like me

Was a blood red sky on the morning tide
Was a cold wind blowing when I left that night
And the morning bells rang, alright, alright
Shoulda stayed home with you that night
Ain't nobody played the fool like I
Ain't nobody played the fool like I

Things got bad and things got worse
Half like blessing, half like curse
It's these blessings so hard to see sometimes
Gotta little clearer about dusk last night
Ain't nobody got a blessing like mine
Ain't nobody got a blessing like mine

It's a red sky night and I'm doing alright
It's a red sky night and I'm doing just fine"
~Red at Night
The Gaslight Anthem, Sink or Swim

12/15/11

I will make an album of the year list. And it will include
The Dangerous Summer
The Wonder Years
Ryan Adams
The Decemberists
Fleet Foxes
Watch the Throne


and probably some others.

12/15/11

Love thissss.....it's like a music theory orgasm. And I don't use that word lightly.



Ahhh. Play it again. It feels so good. And Beatles source tapes?! Gyah!

12/7/11

It starts up in our bedroom after the war.

11/24/11

"Get a real job, keep the wind at your back and the sun on your face.
All the immediate unknowns are better than knowing this tired and lonely fate.
Does he love you, does he love you? Will he hold your tiny face in his hands?
I guess it's spring; I didn't know; it's always seventy-five with no melting snow.
A married man, he visits me, I recieve his letters in the mail twice a week.
I think he loves me and when he leaves her,he's coming out to California

I guess it all worked out; there's a ring on your finger and the baby's due out.
You share a place by the park and run a shop for antiques downtown.
And he loves you, yeah he loves you, and the two of you will soon become three.
And he loves you, even though you used to say you were flawed if you weren't free.
Let's not forget ourselves, good friend. You and I were almost dead.
You're better off for leaving, you're better off for leaving.

Late at night, i get the phone. You're at the shop sobbing all alone.
Your confession, it's coming out.
You only married him because you felt your time was running out.
Now you love him, and your baby. At last, you are complete.
But he's distant and you found him on the phone pleading, saying
'Baby i love you and i'll leave her and i'm coming out to California...'
Let's not forget ourselves, good friend. I am flawed if I'm not free.
Your husband will never leave you, he will never leave you for me"
~Does He Love you?
Rilo Kiley, More Adventerous