Coffee and TV :: “Don’t say that you love me” :: Cinematic Music moment on FX’s The Americans

Tusk :: Fleetwood Mac The Americans :: Wednesday’s on FX I tuned in to the new show The Americans because of my long-standing love of Keri Russell, my fascination with movies and television that portrays the 80’s in a non-stereotypical way, and also my interest in political intrigue stories. I was drawn in, nearly immediately, by the music, and then hooked completely by the story, the cinematography, the acting, the characters, and did I mention the music? Well, the music is definitely worth repeating. The musical star of the show was definitely Fleetwood Mac’s Tusk, which was used to open … Continue reading Coffee and TV :: “Don’t say that you love me” :: Cinematic Music moment on FX’s The Americans

You ain’t seen nothing like me yet :: Under the Covers Sundays

To Make You Feel My Love (live) :: Adele “When the evening shadows, and the stars appear, and there is no – one there, to dry your tears.” “That’s why I love you. because you say ridiculous fucking things like that. Normal people don’t say things like that, Jacob. All my life I waited for someone who would say things like that to me. And for someone I didn’t feel alone in the presence of. Someone who understood. Someone who would make me feel like it wasn’t just me against the world. Even when we’re not together. Even when I … Continue reading You ain’t seen nothing like me yet :: Under the Covers Sundays

My muse is just a daisy :: song of the day

UntitledĀ  (by me) We traded mixed tapes between classes, yours wrapped up in red crinkled paper; mine with a cut-out picture from a magazine, filled with songs that collided into adolescent kisses, clumsy and sugar cane cursed at with penned devotion. You know I hid my confessions in the contents of a song, with hopes tied in a bunny-eared bow in hopes you would notice. Me, sitting up late in my bedroom tracing the way your name fit with mine; cursive curly looped letters that seemed a perfect refrain, thatĀ I sang along as I tore apart wild run daisies. Petal … Continue reading My muse is just a daisy :: song of the day