I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me :: musical sensory recall

Keep Art Alive :: Art by Scott Kennedy “And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown.” This song reminds me of being small, and of how the world seemed so vast and enormous back then, so full of mystery. Some afternoons I would sit cross-legged on the floor with those oversized headphones on. The twisted and looping cord was too short to allow much space, so I would move in close to the stereo, nearly leaning into the left speaker. My eyes would close and my mind drift off, my Mother’s perfume lingering in the air. The … Continue reading I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me :: musical sensory recall

I need you, I don’t need you :: Two Tune Saturday

Chelsea Hotel, No. 2 (live) :: Rufus Wainwright “I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel, you were talking so brave and so sweet, giving me head on the unmade bed, while the limousines wait in the street. Those were the reasons, and that was New York, we were running for the money and the flesh. And that was called love for the workers in song, probably still is for those of them left.” There is something about hotel rooms, and what goes on within them, that inspires memory-laden reflections, lyrical refrains, and well-imagined (or remembered) stories. Perhaps it is … Continue reading I need you, I don’t need you :: Two Tune Saturday

I put my hands where your wings should be :: video of the day

Maybe An Angel (live) :: Heather Nova “I’ve got this light hangs over me, I’ve got this fear cuts into me, and I can’t see very far. And, when you said that you were dead, I hung on. Something I feel, you are an angel, or maybe you could’ve been. Something out here, you are an angel, or maybe you could’ve been.” Continue reading I put my hands where your wings should be :: video of the day

Breathing’s just a rhythm :: songs and quotes

Keep Art Alive :: Photograph by Tiffs Since Feeling Is First since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady I swear by all flowers, don’t cry -the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids’ flutter which says we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life’s not a paragraph and death I think is no parenthesis ~ E. E. … Continue reading Breathing’s just a rhythm :: songs and quotes

And if you think you’ve finally found the perfect light, I hope its true :: song of the day

Keep Art Alive :: “Rapunzel’s Tower” :: Art by Sarah Joncas “Unholy and dirty words I gathered to me, thinking the point was keep what’s mine for me, while he’s laughing.” We are all a bit messy, torn around our edges, with broken pieces of the people we once were and the one’s we are to become floating about in our inner selves. Despite this fact, this unspoken bond of flaws and scars, we still seem to expect some element of perfection. We try to hide the blemishes, the insecurities, those deep-rooted fears deep inside of ourselves. The ugly truths, … Continue reading And if you think you’ve finally found the perfect light, I hope its true :: song of the day