And every time you overdose :: songs and writings

Keep Art Alive :: Art by Jeremy Enecio “Your addiction and you are in love, not star crossed. I wait my turn.” A recent song discovery, this is a song I find myself loving for a few, very differing reasons. From a musical and stylistic perspective, I love the feel good pop feeling of the song, the infectious melody, the feigned cheerfulness in the singing, the catchy lyrics – I love the way it feels that way, but that the song itself is so very, very dark. A love song, of sorts, about being in love with an addict, and … Continue reading And every time you overdose :: songs and writings

She sings a song :: musical sensory recall

“Me and my girlfriend, don’t wear no shoes, her nose is painted pepper sunlight. She loves me,  I mean it’s serious, as serious can be.” This song is loaded with so many memories from a time in my life, and the city that I was surrounded by most of the time. It reminds me of band names, clubs, venues, and of Sunday nights at Stardust ballroom. I can recall a certain night, I was sat back on a couch in the corner talking to a boy with a camera. He was friends with the band. Hell, weren’t we all friends … Continue reading She sings a song :: musical sensory recall

Please try to be patient and know that I’m still learning :: video of the day

The Hill (live) :: Marketa Irglova “Where are you, my angel now? Don’t you see me crying? And, I know that you can’t do it all, but you can’t say your not trying. I’m on my knees in front of him, but he doesn’t seem to see me. But, all his troubles on his mind, is looking right through me. And, I’m letting myself down, deciding is failing you. And, I wish that you could see, I have my troubles, too.” Continue reading Please try to be patient and know that I’m still learning :: video of the day

A frightening magic I cling to :: song of the day

“You’re cinematic, razor sharp, a welcome arrow through the heart, under your skin feels like home, electric shocks on aching bones. Give me a chance to hold on, give me a chance to hold on, give me a chance to hold on, just give me something to hold onto.” Dreams of crooked tooth smiles and music blaring through car stereo speakers. A borrowed car, a dusty blue station wagon like we had when I was a child. We were speeding through the desert, wind kicking up smoke spirals and waves of heat around us. You tell me that you have … Continue reading A frightening magic I cling to :: song of the day