Monday, February 20, 2017

Bacchus' Palace

Another sunset kisses the stars.  Seems like just last week, we said goodbye to The Chapman Family.  For awhile, I comforted myself with the saccharine affability of pseudo connections since Kingsley and I were linked on social media but that sunset happened too.  Now, it's time to say goodbye to Kingsley's most recent project, The Murder as they've just announced their second to last show. Remember them?



It's a grey day and I've recently said goodbye to a lot of other things in the last couple of weeks.  So, what's one more?

Their silhouettes, proud and aberrant.  All dancing and swapping saliva somewhere anyway.  

Friday, February 3, 2017

WOMAN

It's hard to believe a month has passed since I ventured into these parts.  The dailies have consumed me with all that it can entail plus the likes of adopting a new kitten, re-homing said kitten, accepting the trials of anxiety, and dealing with a nasty pothole that attempted to eat my car which, I wryly joked, was singing this delightful Ministry song.



Ministry // Revenge // With Sympathy // 1983

Also, the world has gone utterly bonkers and I no longer recognize my country.

Currently, my listening tastes are soooo wildly disparate (fitting the schizoid climate in which we find ourselves), I'm not sure how to post about them.  So without much fanfare, here are just a few.



Angel Olsen // Woman // My Woman // 2016
A popular choice, for sure, but digging deeper into her third album, besides the poptastic Shut Up and Kiss Me track, you'll find several gems though it's this moody 7 minute opus that is really doing it for me. Contemplative perfection

I dare you to understand
What makes me a woman



Broadcast // Ominous Cloud // Haha Sound // 2003
There has yet to be a moment that Trish Keenan's beautiful voice doesn't make better.  This track is so very fitting right now.

I've got to get away
From this town, don't want to face
The ominous clouds

Be myself and learn to face 
The ominous clouds



PJ Harvey // This is Love // Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea // 2000

Because, Polly Jean.

I can't believe that life's so complex
When I just want to sit here and watch you undress

Ohhhh... look at that!  There's a theme here after all, funny how that works. xo 

Sunday, January 1, 2017

Allegory of Winter

Does a day really make a difference, those 24 little hours?  Do people actually wake up and become that which they wish they were in the last twelve months at the start of a new year?  I suppose it gives people hope and inspiration or merely provides that strange comfort demarcating the threshold and passage of time can offer.   No matter.  Whatever gets you through the day, sweetheart.

I find it utterly intoxicating... not the booze, lights or glitter of a moment but that spark of recognition.  When you see art or hear music that illustrates the colors of your own dreams.. the sounds in your own head.  That to me is what I get up for, why I keep up the charade of every day life.  For that precious moment when you and the piece are one... at the risk of sounding trite, the moment when you know you are not alone.  

Someone else was haunted by that color, that image, that sound.  They laid awake at night drowning in their desire for expression; waited for its writhing birth into light and spirit.  Sometimes, I think, that's why people crave physical relationships.  It is their longing to have their Other highlight what scurries furtively around inside them, begging for an audience.  Craving to be seen.  That is pain. That is prison.  A treasure, a blessing and a curse. 

My paradox is uncomfortably banal.  Whilst craving others' company, I am almost immediately disappointed by it.  So this is where I shall stay, until Geppetto grants me my wish.  Suspended between these two realities in a body that increasingly feels less and less real.

Remedios Varo is a saint.  Her work is salvation. (click any image for larger slideshow)


















Monday, December 19, 2016

Lowlife

I spent the last two days at the second annual Day for Night - a local (possibly soon to be franchised) light, sound and music festival that changes venues every year.  Last year New Order headlined, if you recall. This year it was held in a closed down post-office and warehouse space built in 1962 and designed by the architect who built the Astrodome.

Music acts included Chelsea Wolfe, Lower Dens, Blonde Redhead (who cancelled due to flight/weather conditions), Liars, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Bjork (dj set), Matmos, Arca, Aphex Twin and many many more.  Light and art installations by Michael Fullman/VT Pro, Tundra, Limb, Nonotak, Damien Echols, Shoplifter etc.

I'm completely knackered so my festival stories will have to wait.  Taking today to just absorb the blessed solitude after 48 hours of sensory overload and listening to a much needed palate cleanser.

Lowlife, such a blissful respite.



Lowife // Ramafied // Diminuendo  // 1987 (2006 Reissue)
Also available on: From a Scream to a Whisper, 1990



Lowlife // Wild Swan // Permanent Sleep // 1986

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Your Pretty Little Face

Current mood and also style inspiration.  THAT SKIRT.  THAT JACKET.



The Underground Youth // Alice // What Kind of Dystopian Hellhole is This? // TBR February 2017

I never want to see your pretty little face again.
 
Word of advice, in the event you happen to be even more naive than I.  Never go back, darling.  Even if they beg, plead, cajole and soothe you with word balms.  It's always a farce because those true colors never lie, dearest.

In other news, taking a moment to acknowledge the sadness of the Oakland fire on December 2nd where, Cash Askew, member of Them Are Us Too, lost her life along with many other talented souls.



Them Are Us Too // Us Now // Remain // 2015

Beautiful and haunting.  What an absolute shame.

Monday, November 28, 2016

A Rainbow Out of Your Hole

How can I speak about what has transpired?  I've been in absolute shock, turmoil and disbelief.  My country is falling apart.  The icons I've so admired are dead.  My last post was one of beatific admiration about my beloved Leonard Cohen; how could I know it was a dirge and he would join the procession of the many beautiful souls lost this year?

On a selfish note, there's been too much.  Shaking my head as I write this.  How can anything be made right anymore?

The world's gone beyond mad and at this desperate point, well....listen to this and yeah, you've guessed it.  I've been listening to this song for 3 days straight.



The Charlatans (UK) // Between 10th and 11th // Can't Even Be Bothered // 1992

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Darker, Always

Perversely in love with Leonard Cohen's latest.



Leonard Cohen // You Want it Darker // 2016

Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name
Vilified, crucified, in the human frame
A million candles burning for the help that never came
You want it darker

 
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord


There's a lover in the story
But the story's still the same
There's a lullaby for suffering
And a paradox to blame
But it's written in the scriptures
And it's not some idle claim
You want it darker
We kill the flame


They're lining up the prisoners
And the guards are taking aim
I struggled with some demons
They were middle class and tame
I didn't know I had permission to murder and to maim
You want it darker


 Really looking forward to seeing this stylized, trippy 60s inspired homage to witches.

The Love Witch - 2016

In a recent interview, Biller states:

“There are two versions of the witch,” Biller explained. “The old, ugly hag and the young, beautiful temptress. They’ve both been around since early Greek mythology, when Circe enchanted men and turned them into pigs. They all stem from male fears and fantasies about women. Men want the woman but they’re also afraid of her. That’s the reality for women. They’re made to feel like they’re weird and creepy and insane, especially if they are sexual...

Biller understands Elaine as a stand-in for all women who give up pieces of themselves to satiate the desires of men. “For women, you will be more powerful if you play by the rules, the way Elaine does,” she explained. “But there is a terrible price to pay. I’ve known girls and women who have gone insane trying to be too much of a man’s fantasy. Elaine is strong until she isn’t. She goes past being a goddess and into place of mental illness.”

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Give A Damn


I sometimes get snobby when it comes to new music but I can't help but tap the old foot with the following:


Kristin Kontrol (Dum Dum Girls) - X Communicate
Thoughts on love currently.


Nice as Fuck - Door  (official video only, cuz it's funny)
Thoughts on the political world currently.


War on Drugs - Under the Pressure
Thoughts on existence currently.

Not new - just amazing and a total current MOOD.

Dominatrix - The Dominatrix Sleeps Tonight
Thoughts on art and revenge currently.


Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Summer Juices

There really isn't any kind of romance any more, at least not the deep set inside your bones, rip you apart and re-make you kind.  But there's something to be said for the flippant "hey, what's up gorgeous" kind that melts and liquidates your surfaces.  The juicy summer affair that wets all the best parts of you with none of the heavy.  I'm into it.



Summer Heart //  I Wanna Go // About a Feeling // 2012

(Even thought it's early September, in the Groin of America, we're still blazing with summer heat and humidity.  It's like Senioritis lasts for far longer than the rest of you folks living outside of the swampy Nether-regions.)

Thursday, September 1, 2016

The Gap

The generation gap has become apparent to me, today in ways I never expected.  Just you wait, those who have long appreciated what I am about to share.

My 20-something colleague talked about how "weird" Vitas is and laughed with mirth.  My face while watching the video was....deadpan doesn't do it justice.  The interior monologue was much more prolific, I assure you.


Vitas// 7th Element (clip NYE 2001)

If you can't view this video, in order to understand this post, please search for it.

I said he copied Klaus Nomi and then showed her this:


Klaus Nomi // Total Eclipse // Live 1981

I really hope with every fiber of my being this video isn't deleted so you can see what I see.  Klaus Nomi is one of the most original, impassioned artists and he always gives me goosebumps.  He paved the way for the extravagant pop artists of the 80s, 90s and even the ones now.  Even though he was completely misunderstood, hated and/or dismissed in his time, which I hate, he influences so much of what we see that is considered "avant garde". 

Innovation lost because the gross consumer doesn't look beyond the glop/slop on the plate in front of their face.  Sadly, my coworker said it was, "weird" and didn't see or acknowledge the copy.  It's upsetting when Vitas what's his face becomes more innovative or important in the eyes of those that can't see than our beloved Klaus.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Endless Summer

Wrapping myself in sounds on a lazy and rainy Sunday.  This is perfection.



Still Corners // History of Love // Remember Pepper? // 2008

Saturday, August 20, 2016

The Deepest Breaths

There is a moment in yoga, the deepest possible inhale followed by the deepest possible exhale.  This the last bits of stale air that have been trapped in the fecund and darkest bits of your lungs, the ones by your stomach/intestines.  You breath so deeply in that the idea is that you exhale all the things that you've been clinging to.  The lungs being our breathways and channels for change and since most of of us breathe from our upper lungs, the ones in our upper thoracic areas, the air in our deepest places is old, stale and uncycled.

Taking the challenge to breathe inward into my intestines, where the deepest part of my lungs reside.

If we can release that deepest air, so stale and laden with emotion, we can be free.  I'm almost there.  Before I say goodbye to these darkest bits, let me loose this first.  These things cling barnacle hard. 


Fleetwood Mac // The Chain (demo)  //



Club 8 // Jesus Walk With Me // The Boy Who Couldn't Stop Dreaming // 2007

I've been humming this tune for the last three days.  As much as I wish I wouldn't because of its implications.   So, we feel.  I'm trying not to. 

Friday, August 19, 2016

Anger is an Energy

Having spent the better part of my evening reading about U.S. prisoners in solitary confinement, some of whom have been so for 10, 20 even 40 plus years as well as watching a video of a Japanese culinary tradition of eating a still beating heart from an alive and eviscerated frog, I feel I can allow myself a wisp of narcissistic melodrama to swim with this pulsing rage that never seems to evaporate.

Last night, while drinking with coworkers, we touched upon the subject of my recent love trysts and the anger overcame me so violently and without warning I threw something across the bar's patio.  Just another day with my chaotic alter ego.  I wish I knew how most people seem to know and respect the boundaries of behavior and decorum.  It's not something that has ever really come easy for me and it's either a stone mountain or an eruptive volcano people get to experience.  There are some I know who never make those around them uncomfortable.  Blending effortlessly into a mellow and humorous vibe, they must be the most agreeable people to be around. 

It does a number on the psyche when one is dumped twice in a month's time.  Whether that damage is an effect or cause, who can say?  For now, staying away from the contact of others is probably my only protective measure.  Dignity and pride being scarce commodities, I must attempt to reserve what little stores I have left.  So, bachelorette living is back and it's an easy adjustment.  Chips for dinner and binging on films and new articles.  At least, when I'm ready to rejoin society, I will have something other than my own mental decrepitude to bring to the table.



Public Image Ltd // Rise // Album // 1986

Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy

Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy 



Thursday, August 18, 2016

The Rest Can All Fall Apart

It's Thursday and I have an extended weekend beckoning.  What better way to celebrate than with haunting vocals and catchy guitar riffs?



Asobi Seksu // Thursday // Citrus // 2006

I really miss these guys; their show ages and ages ago left me in awe.

You've let it all fall apart
Nothing's left here but you
All you do is remind me
Now that we've lost our way
The rest can all fall apart
All I see here is you
All it does is remind me

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Cracking Up

I'm gonna try so hard, no one can fault me.  If I crack up, at least good tunes soothed me down into the mire. Also, I managed to say exactly the right thing today, though it caused some ripple waves.  No sweet bullshit.. just a succinct... "if people are stupid, I don't give a shit". 

And if they have a problem with it, they can fuck off.

The cantankerous CTST is back.  Let's start with some yummy gaze.



Airiel // Sugar Crystals // The Battle of Sealand // 2007
This video brings me so much joy... 



Jesus and Mary Chain // Cracking Up //Munki // 1998


It's a weird thought, one that might not be widely accepted.  One that might even be strange after all the posts I've shared... but I think finally there is no Good or Bad.   There is no After.  Bad things, no, terrible/unspeakable things happen to "good" people and blessings fall upon "bad" people.  I don't believe in Karma anymore.    So, I don't really believe in a God anymore.  We're here.  We live.  We experience.  So that's that.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

I'm Wasted All The Time

You don't even know how hard I'm trying.  Every step is an act of will and I'm failing.



Spiritualized // Broken Heart // Ladies and Gentleman We're Floating in Space  // 1998

Saturday, August 13, 2016

From Someone Else's Dream








Can anyone guess what movie I watched today? 


Drowning past regrets
In tea and cigarettes
But I can't seem to forget
When you came along

Thursday, August 11, 2016

I'm Addicted To You



Celebration // Heartbreak

Listen to these lyrics.

I'm broken.

Dumped twice in a month.

There must seriously be something wrong with me.

(you don't know the full story, and I can't share it)

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Tethered in the Ether

There is a part of me that has always felt different, an outsider.  Even in my own skin.  As though I were tethered to the Earth, made from it even, but another part is always desperate to rejoin the Ether.   Perhaps that's why the ideas of transcendence and resurrection have always fascinated me.  Filled with uncompromising and haunting images of something resembling transformation or redemption.  A Belonging.  A wish to be a shapeshifter, born into a vessel less rigid and static.  One with the multiplicities of microcosms growing inside and on me.

Christina Bothwell's work comes very close to these inner desires.   Add to it, her entrancing manipulations of clay and glass.  Part beast, part earth, seeking companionship and union.  Maybe even liberation. 

















 Dreamboat ended things last night, quite suddenly.  I'm still trying to piece together the exact coordinates of our demise.  When something feels so real and reciprocal and yet, for some reason, it ends.  Stung and aimless.  Though, perhaps not entirely surprised.  I could feel something on the horizon, not a severing but a subtle rending.  Second guessing one's intuition, it's a perpetual curse.

It all seems so illogical to me but then again, if the pieces don't fit together, there can only really be two reasons.  You're missing something crucial for comprehension or you don't like what the pieces add up to.  The brain is a snarling ego maniac and when it doesn't like something, it denies.  For right now, this is not real and I'm denying.  Avoiding all social interactions in the hopes the bruise will fade before anyone truly notices.  Tomorrow, I will try to put myself back together and do all sorts of healthy things.  Things my art therapist would be proud of, like cooking and yoga.  But for tonight, tonight I deny.



Cocteau Twins // Know Who You Are At Every Age // Four Calendar Cafe // 1993

I'm not real and I deny
I won't heal unless I cry
I can't grieve, so I won't grow
I won't heal 'til I let it go


Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Fight The Sorrow

This internal landscape I'm so blessed to call my brain is not the easiest to cultivate.  Filled with splendid crevasses and precarious cracks, I spend a lot of my time congratulating myself (and others) on surviving its treacherous footing.   

Two steps forward, five steps back.  This is what I must repetitively remind myself is the pattern with all Scorpys.  Dreamboat is of this family and though we spent the weekend together, bathing in oceanic sunlight, ferociously honest conversations (his honest admissions haunt me) and all the romance that entails, this week we're back to another reality altogether.  I get it, mostly.  But my own cavernous brain and volcanic heart can play tricks on me. 

Some time ago, I posted about Suede's new album, Night Thoughts.  It's taken me this long to listen to it in its entirety.  Long term fans of any band are, I've figured out, the absolute WORST critics.  We always forever compare and complain regardless of artistry, innovation or production.  I'm one of the worst of this ilk.  The first listen, I was a complete ass but by the third listen, I find my assessment to have been (as usual) hasty. 

It's pretty comical to me that I've posted about these guys as much as I have.  Here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here.  Suede, I think, is my husband.  We share a lifetime together.

I won't post a full synopsis of my thoughts just yet about Night Thoughts as I think it will take some time for this one to sink in.  There are some SERIOUSLY beautiful gems showcasing the wonder that is Brett's vocals and Bernard's stellar guitar arrangements and if you are a Suede fan or at least knowledgeable of their twisted and thwarted past, well, this album is beyond worth a listen.  Their duet magic pervades this album in ways that I just can't yet express.

Personally, I fight the sorrow all the time.  You readers of CTST are now stranger to this, so I'm sure you can well understand my lustful devouring of this track.



Suede // No Tomorrow // Night Thoughts // 2016

Fight the sorrow
Like there’s no tomorrow

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Dreamboat or Something Like It

Last night, Dreamboat and I made dinner together (tacos) and he schmoozzled me again by telling me that Hum was another of his favorite bands.  It was a fanfare movie moment because... well... it's a wallop in the face, if ever I've felt one because Downward is Heavenward is one of my favorite (private) albums, though it's doubtful we've ever covered them here at CTST.  I checked them off my bucket list when I saw them live at Fun Fun Fun Fest a few years back (for funsies here, here, here  and sort of here) and bounced my ass off, rejoicing in their live sound.

Their album, Downward is Heavenward changed my aural life, twenty years ago.  It's less then stellar, I get that.  I still think for my own feeling and green ears, I didn't understand reverb or distortion, and so the terribly heavy guitars, simplistic drums and elementary reverb made me HUM.  Yeah, I just did that.  There are some redeemable moments about them (listed below)....is it the nostalgia talking?

Moving on, we spent a few moments laughing and reveling in the fact that we seem to be the only Catherine Wheel and Hum loving inhabitants in this swampy place.  Hearts and hearts and hearts.

Funny that his nickname is already Dreamboat and that it had NOTHING TO DO WITH THE TRACK on the album.  Can we all laugh together??  (It was already chosen by a coworker of mine who always refers to him as my Dreamboat.  It works, because he is.)  Favorites below... lyrics bring me so much joy.



Hum // Dreamboat  // Downward is Heavenward // 1998



Hum // If You Are To Bloom // Downward is Heavenward // 1998



Hum // Green to Me  // Downward is Heavenward


Objectivity stopped half past tacos, memory and the terrible movie Dreamboat and I watched called, Shock Shock Shock  (incidentally, James Gandolfini's first film)Some things are left buried but it's nice to share the scurvy terrible skeletons with someone else. He's very cuddly.





Friday, July 8, 2016

Mermaid Skin

Summing up my last week: beautiful happy times with Dreamboat, swimming in a salt water pool (like the ocean without the flesh eating bacteria, soft mermaid skin), craft nights and so much new music my head is spinning.  So many updates to follow...just as soon as life slows down.



The Kills cover Fleetwood Mac's Dreams via Nowness... one of my favorite gems but then you knew that already, didn't you?

Oh and there was some sort of Independence thingy earlier this week.  Hard to celebrate with all the madness of late but I did think of you, dear void.



Galaxie 500 // Fourth of July // This is Our Music // 1990

Dreamboat really likes Salvador Dali so I was pleasantly surprised by the synchronicity of stumbling across Kazuhiro Tsuji's Portrait of Salvador Dali just in time to cheer up a sad Charlie on a blue day.  His sculptures really give me vertigo, in the most amusingly perplexing manner.  Be sure to check out Frida Kahlo; it took me several glances to realize those were arms wrapping lovingly around her throat!






Sunday, July 3, 2016

The Nude

I've had two dates with the one I mentioned earlier.  He's just beyond lovely.  BEYOND LOVELY.   So many good things to share but let's concentrate on his admission of a band that he absolutely adores.  He leaned in so earnest and questioning, that someone wouldn't know and said, "Catherine Wheel".  My jaw must have dropped five thousand feet.  He's lovely, handsome, gentle, passionate, insecure, reflective, cat loving, funny, irreverent, thoughtful. Annd he loves Catherine Wheel???  I'm in so much trouble, already.



Catherine Wheel // The Nude // Chrome // 1993

Summerhead

In the groin of Texas, the summer is ripe and swampy.  Cooling off with some dreamy tunes of late with an even dreamier lad.  I didn't think they made them like him anymore.



Cocteau Twins // Summerhead  // Four-Calendar Cafe // 1993

Saturday, June 25, 2016

A Mantra, A Stain

Most of this content is related to the self but there is a deep seeded need to share more than the sounds, art, films and ridiculous dramas of the I.   The ongoing barbarism, lack of love, logic and abject horrors filling each day are unspeakable.  Yet we must speak, otherwise we are guilty as people.  How can you solve the need of an entire planet?  This question keeps me up at night and more often than not reduces me to writing about the pylorus gunk nestling deep in my own narcissism.  We deal in the micro because we cannot fathom the mechanics of the Macro.




I want, as always, to change that.  The shameful thing is that I started this blog to impress a boy and prove to myself that I had the ability to write and had something to say... about music, art, snark. That's done, so now what?  My own words and phrasing I've found plastered along the blogosphere, Pinterest and BlogLovin; plagiarized, if there is such a thing in a world of "free literature" in the form of get happy quick "memes" or things that young people use to further their whatever.

It's kind of funny, when I first began this blog journey, the idea of sharing intimate personal words, thoughts, information and feelings was utterly abhorrent.  The slightest act of divulging into anything resembling intimate left me feeling so raw, I often deleted or edited everything to a mystical and nebulous platform.  That's obviously changed.

It's funny, I pick up followers and lose them along the way.  Often wondering who actually reads this space anymore in a sea of blogs that deal largely with food, fashion and goth knows what else.  Are blogs even a thing anymore if they're monetized?

Having started this endeavor so many years ago, it's hard to walk away.  Like a person, you don't just magically change who you are and reinvent yourself... well, you can of course!  But I rather  like the idea of watching the process happen.  Perhaps, you'll stick around and see how CTST morphs in the future and perhaps you won't.  All I can promise you now is that it will  always be honest, no matter what. 

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

They Always Know

I asked out someone I've had a mild (yet growing) crush on for the last 6 months.   I couldn't stand my own sadness anymore.  Yes, it's true and he said yes.  We've been exchanging thoughts on all my favorite subjects; art, cats, food, films.  Music is next; he's a bassist in a band.  I'll ignore the fact, for now, that he's a musician because normally, I run screaming away from them.  He seems, so far, super centered.

And the black cloud begins to lift, so guess who messages me tonight?   LOST BOY.   Because that's how it goes.  Just when you're moving on, they try to find their way in.  He smooths the way with memories of my cats (sneaky, I love them.  We both do.) and compliments with the way I handle things when upset.  I'm "calm and kind even when in disagreement".  Only to eventually share that (just like my friend warned me was the reason for his outreach) he and his lady friend have ended things and the ending was less than diplomatic.  In fact, he said  it was pretty fiery and he said some "things that made him feel bad and ugly."



English Beat // I Confess // Special Beat Service // 1982

I was kind and sympathetic but I also, later, said my peace, finally.  Even when he asked me how I was doing.  No anger, no recriminations.   Just the things I wished we could have shared in person if he'd allowed it.  Just like this song begs, I hope I'm never cruel again.


Phantogram // Futuristic Casket // Eyelid Movies // 2009

I must have died a thousand times 

I saw your face in a past life
I'm ready to move on
in a futuristic casket 

and you're still alive

to work it out
I'll dig a hole
to crawl inside
and make my home


I'll never be cruel again

Incidentally enough, this is the album I listen to EVERY time an ending occurs.  All of these songs make a home in the nest of my wilderness.... regardless of the weird posh plastic method they have now.

Friday, June 17, 2016

Fall, Mountain Fall

Do you ever wonder about the infinity of self?  I mean really think about it.  Not as a fleeting moment while you bathe or brush your teeth or even while packing up your things to leave for work in the morning.  We've been told we can renew and re-invent ourselves as often as we like.  Is this true?  Is it as often as we like?  Or perhaps as often as we are able.  Is this merely a luxury of the microcosm or can the Macro benefit as well?




What happens to the old selves we leave behind?  Like unwanted fluid is re-appropriated by the body, is it reabsorbed into The Psyche?  Recent world events have caused me to question the nature of reinvention and loss.  Who reinvents who, in the end?   Wouldn't Sameness be truly boring after all?



Axiom Fun // If 6 Was 9 (featuring Bootsy Collins) // 1995 (ish)

Got my old world to live through
Ain't gonna copy you

White collar conservatives....
They're hoping soon my kind will drop off and die
But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high

 

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Lullabies

Gossamer lullabies.  Good night, void.



Grouper // Dragging a Dead Deer Up a Hill // 2008

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

The Blue of Your Eyes

I had such a visceral dream the other night, I've not been able to let it go.   It centered around  a woman I deeply admire artistically and one who is a mutual friend with me and Lost Boy.  In fact, she dated him at one time briefly before she married.

We shall, for this retelling, call her The Witch.   Incidentally, he has gorgeous blue eyes... a complete coincidence and a connection I didn't make with this song until today.  Songs are kind of an asshole like that.  They grip you and hurt you in ways you would never think possible, even if you previously thought them innocuous.  I trust no songs anymore.



The Magnetic Fields // I Don't Believe You  // i // 2004

I had a dream 
And you were in it
The blue of your eyes was infinite
You seemed to be in love with me
Which isn't very realistic

 The Witch brought me to this apartment complex that she really wanted to move into with her husband. The complex was built on a hill overlooking a precipice but the place she was interested in was adjacent to the cookie cutter red brick beehive complex.

She showed me the river and talked of the local plants and brought me and Lost Boy into the place she wanted to rent which was previously intended as an art place. It was massive! A huge warehouse place that could be made into anything and previously housed 6 other people but currently only had a husband and wife and their small child. They were artists.

 She disappeared while me and Lost Boy wandered about on our own. I found doors within doors, rooms within rooms, including a bathroom (that I really needed) that was guarded by a very aggressive rottweiler. Which she later told me was a member of the artist community.   As though it created work as well, a sentient being.

I found myself in rooms where the walls changed shape, the bathroom became a portal to another space, one in which The Witch had transcended her body and was no longer human, though she looked like one. She no longer spoke a language, she was something else. Something fey.. I don't have another word for it.

The Witch was watching over me and Lost Boy as we performed an intimate bodily act, not sexual necessarily but intimate. He laid on top of me and we were naked. Breathing deeply together, I massaged his nipples; we breathed as one. He said no but what was wanted was known and it felt like he wanted me continue but was hesitating.. There was a person that interrupted us, not a person exactly but a shroud. A ghost like person, both hidden and ever present. She only watched but controlled everything.

The Witch disappeared and it felt very lonely and scary. The guard dogs and cats were prevalent, they weren't scared of her but when she wasn't around, they were very aggressive and observant. There was a moment when I finally found my way to the bathroom having had to fight my way through closing doors and secret hallways/rooms to get in and out. The bathroom became a tunnel to a different place, not a good one.  I had to unravel the riddle to figure out another way to go, without meeting the aggressive dog again.


I remember The Witch's hair and demeanor quite clearly as well as her calm and slightly dismissive tone describing the place. She set me free to explore but was distant about the secrets of the place. It was quite large and nebulous. She was so excited about the artistic background of the place.  Lost Boy and I lost each other but would meet each other again and again, holding hands.

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

The Closer, The Root

Searching for the root, the core that binds and sustains.  For comfort, yes, but also to find the key to the lock.  If I can remember where I buried it, I'll be free.



The Legends // Closer // Facts and Figures // 2006

Tell me baby why am I here?
I don't want your body near
Something is really weird
This is too physical for me

There is blood
There are tears
It is all part of my fears
And it could seem pretty weird
I even wish I didn't have to eat

You say you need love in your eyes
I don't want to be the one to show you
You say you will live a lover's life
I'm not gonna be the one who knows you

Tell me baby why am I here? 
I don't want to hold you dear 
And I wish you could be 
A little bit further away for me

I no longer hope for more
More I don't want
I only wish that I could feel free



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