Another Case of June Gloom :: A Playlist

  Keep Art Alive :: Art by Audrey Kawasaki Another Case of June Gloom :: A Playlist Listen here at Spotify Blue Jeans :: Blur Crack the Shutters :: Snow Patrol Age of Consent :: New Order All Eyes On You :: St. Lucia Goodbye Kiss :: Kasbian Stars :: Grace Potter and the Nocturnals Song to the Siren :: This Mortal Coil Walkin’ After Midnight :: Patsy Cline Little Bit of Rain :: Karen Dalton Little Broken Hearts :: Norah Jones Hideaway :: Karen O and the Kids Demons :: Imagine Dragons The Man With the Child In His … Continue reading Another Case of June Gloom :: A Playlist

Red Elephant :: Keep Art Alive

Keep Art Alive :: The 10 Questions Project :: Sadhbh and Laurie from Red Elephant Keep Art Alive :: Photo by David Sexton 1. What music (or other art form) inspires you when you create your art? Anything that grooves or struts, be it films, novels or music. 2. Long distance road trip: what three people do you invite along (fictional or non-fictional, dead or alive)?  Tom Jones, David Brent and Sister Wendy. Sadhbh wanted to bring Earthworm Jim but I don’t know him so it would just be awkward. 3. What is your favorite breakfast cereal? Classic Frosties. 4. What is one thing that is hanging … Continue reading Red Elephant :: Keep Art Alive

La la la :: VOTD

For Tomorrow :: Blur Directed by Julien Temple “We’re trying not to be sick again, and holding on for tomorrow.” For Tomorrow is the lead track to Blur’s second album, Modern Life is Rubbish. The album title appears in the the lyric, “Jim stops and get out of the car, goes to a house in Emperor’s Gate, through the door and to his room and then he puts the TV on. Turns it off and makes some tea, says modern life is rubbish.” The song was released as a single in April of 1993, and charted at #28 in the … Continue reading La la la :: VOTD

A distant echo :: SOTD

Keep Art Alive :: “The Waitress” :: Art by Jolene Lai “What if this storm ends, and leaves us nothing, except a memory, a distant echo?” The parking lot seemed endless, the space between the two figures vast and moving further away, turning into that cartoon trick where the hallways and runways get farther and farther no matter how fast the character tries to run. She tried to speak but nothing but smoke and torn-confetti sized pieces of paper blew out of her red stained lips. He had made choices without her and each one stung like a slap. She … Continue reading A distant echo :: SOTD