Do you miss me? :: Two Tune Saturday

Keep Art Alive :: “Sarah’s Secret” :: Art by Jolene Lai Miss Misery :: Elliott Smith “Next door the TV’s flashing, blue frames on the wall, it’s a comedy of errors, you see, it’s about taking a fall. To vanish into oblivion, is easy to do, and I try to be, but you know me, I come back when you want me to.” I woke this morning with this song heavy in my consciousness, cloying, penetrating, like the oppressive warmth of the humid room, and the dry-from-thirst feeling in the back of my throat. It comes crashing down on me, … Continue reading Do you miss me? :: Two Tune Saturday

Before I met you :: Two tune Saturday

Keep Art Alive :: Art by Vincent Cacciotti “Worn me down to my knees, I did anything to please, but you can’t stop thinking about her.”   Worn Me Down :: Rachael Yamagata To live in the shadow of someone else’s past love is one of the roughest roads to traverse upon when in a relationship. It is a constant competition, even if unspoken, to somehow come out ahead, and to finally overtake the memory of a ghost of a girl (or boy) who still haunts the one who holds your hand now. It is exhausting. It is emotionally brutal. … Continue reading Before I met you :: Two tune Saturday

I want to live where soul meets body :: Two tune Saturday

Keep Art Alive :: “Kappa” :: Art by Vincent Hui “If there’s no one beside you, when your soul embarks, then I’ll follow you into the dark.” I Will Follow You Into the Dark (live) :: Amanda Palmer I am not quite sure what my beliefs are in regards to souls, and where we end up after this life. I have moments where I think I believe in some things, and inklings on my feelings about other things, but in the end I tend to believe in the possibility of many things. Perhaps I just agree that I’ll be surprised … Continue reading I want to live where soul meets body :: Two tune Saturday

Mistaken for strangers :: Two-tune Saturday

Keep Art Alive :: “Lapin Douler” :: Art by Kelly Haigh “You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends, when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights, arm and arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under. Oh, you wouldn’t want an angel watching over, surprise, surprise, they wouldn’t wanna watch, another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults.” I think part of me realizes that for years and years, possibly a lifetime, it is me who has mistaken myself for a stranger. People take me for what they want to take … Continue reading Mistaken for strangers :: Two-tune Saturday

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

When you wrote it :: Two-tune Saturday

“And in your heart, you know it to be true, you know what you gotta do. They all depend on you, and you already know. Yeah, you already know how this will end.” How it Ends :: DeVotchKa Sometimes the weight of the world, of expectation, and of love, makes it all so hard to breathe. Fate takes your hand and tries to lead the way, yet we have that human instinct to fight for change, to push forward for dreams, fighting until the bloody and bruised end. And, to be honest, I really don’t know which is right, and … Continue reading When you wrote it :: Two-tune Saturday

I’m all lost in the supermarket :: Two-tune Saturday

“I took her to a supermarket, I don’t know why, but I had to start it somewhere, so it started here.” Common People :: Pulp There is something I find completely zen about supermarkets. Wandering up and down the aisles, pushing the cart in front of me, and slipping into some kind of zone where all I think about are the labels and colors around me. It clears my head and I find it strangely relaxing. If you visit me and take a trip to the grocery store, you will find that the experience sparks conversations in the same depth … Continue reading I’m all lost in the supermarket :: Two-tune Saturday

I got a story to tell :: Two-tune Saturday

“At the times before that well, I was crazy. I saw the dark side of the moon, and the stars in the sky they never caught my eye. ‘Cause I ain’t never had nobody like you.”   Never Had Nobody Like You :: M. Ward, featuring Zooey Deschanel When you decide to let yourself truly fall, and to embrace something that is good for you, and that you truly want, the world looks completely different. You are still you, you are still in your life, the world is still spinning around in the same way it was the day prior, … Continue reading I got a story to tell :: Two-tune Saturday

But most of all I wish it for myself :: Two-tune Saturday

“For you, there’ll be no more crying. For you, the sun will be shining. And, I feel that when I’m with you, I’m alright. I know it’s right.” Songbird (cover) :: Rosie Thomas Words, along with music, are the things that I most cling to in this world. They are my truest forms of expression, my place of solace and release, and often the very things I hide myself within, most especially in times of my life when I have felt the most vulnerable. There are times that I look back on that I know would have done me in … Continue reading But most of all I wish it for myself :: Two-tune Saturday

She sends her regards :: she’s lost control again :: Two-tune Saturday

Part of an original something I have been working on/re-working on/tucking away and taking back out again for a number of years. I vacillate between this, and a very different story, when I dive into the cliched “working on my novel(s)” mode, but often get caught in the spin cycle of self-editing, and self-loathing that often ends with things getting boxed up, and tucked away (again). I am trying to heed the advice of other writers I have recently encountered in this sometimes surreal community of bloggers and just write, get the words out, and finish a final draft – … Continue reading She sends her regards :: she’s lost control again :: Two-tune Saturday