"Bittersweet melodies of alienation, the charms of romantic detachment, the possibility of coloring one's less-than ideal surroundings with sounds that dramatize and enhance what might be otherwise too drab to take."
A leather jacket clad, dark-eyed sensitive boy in a cluttered messy apartment singing sweet songs of loss and desire??? Just stop it already, my flimsy heart can barely take it. I'm so in love with this video it's ridiculous and Sean Earl Beard is at the top of my Music Crush list. Not to worry though, Finn Vine dearest, you'll always have my heart.
You can read a bit more about Monsieur Beard/Plastic Flowers and pick up his fine 7" Strange Neighbors at Wierd Records.
Dråpe is a current obsession of mine. Seriously, they're so beautifully musical when I listen to them I almost can't breathe. Aie Aie witness my previous post here. I still know little to nothing about them other than that they're from Norway. Dammit I wish I spoke Norwegian. Their epically too short self-titled EP is a current repeat favorite.
Recently I was approached by the kids over at Studio SQ to take a gander at a couple of bands and those who follow CTST know that I rarely [ahem never] do this, but Studio SQ has a special place in my heart, so without further ado...
San Francisco's Roosevelt Radio, though likened to The Decemberists, Stars or Arcade Fire for an expansive alt/prog rock sound, to me their sound stands on its own epic two feet. Rich with lyrical metaphors and saturated catchy toe tapping beats, this is a sound made to fill amphitheaters. Until then RR's playful tunes are perfect for speeding down the highway, windows rolled down, sunshine all around, speakers blasting. Just listen!
Dream Mutiny. Lately my dreams feature liquefied humans, lions devouring these still speaking poor souls, romantic slow dances to Elton John [song Daniel] and marriage proposals so real I wake up in tears...Yeah yeah Jung would have a pinball fest field day with this ole psyche.
Gun Club - My Dreams
photo: film still from a little known but amazingly dark spectacular film Closet Land. [RIP Eiko Ishioka who without a doubt deserves her own post]
The vampire within me hisses at the thought but the reign of Persephone has arrived in my neck of the woods. It is the time to open the blinds, walk in the blistering daylight and embrace all growing things. Give me orange trees, lemon verbena and bright fragrant flowers. Totally California Dreaming right now and hating the thought of the dark.
The Raveonettes - Night Comes Out
Night Comes Out is another lovely quintessential track from my favorite pop candy shoegaze group, The Raveonettes. Off their upcoming EP Into The Night, the track is free and available for download practically everywhere. EP available April 24th.
They swim, one above and one below. The deaths - they dictate all. Her & His towels hanging just so, clean and untouched. To unfurl one means to unfurl the other and in so doing Pandora is allowed free reign. No. No. No. This can never be. There are voices that can only sing in purified spaces by purified souls.
That's the thing though, there is always a vigilant candlelight where Pandora's pulse is a deep drum beat. Thump thump thump. She viciously clamors to be heard by lost ears, have you heard her? I buried those ears long ago but the echoes haunt me always. I feel them in the words of friends, in the pulse of tunes... and the beat pulls me in.
In silence they should remain. I say do not disturb the dead but the Dead call me.
We are such a lucky combination of cells, synapses and synchronistic encounters. Set adrift with nothing but evolution on which to cling, some thank the heavens, stars or mindless mercurial happenstance. Whatever one chooses, the reason matters little to me tonight. With so much in flux and when so much is left to chance, gratitude is a solid stepping stone in the midst of a raging incomprehensible flood. Eyes Open. Road. Mantra.
This Fearless mix of Death In Vegas as me dreaming of strutting down the sunny streets. If I can peel my lazy self off my couch, then I will strut my way to KTRU's 21st Annual Outdoor Show. I really do want to see Chairlift and Lower Dens.
I really really miss that moment. The moment when you look in that person's eyes and you just know, without a doubt they are meant for you. It's electric. You see them and they see you. Like planets colliding, like home solidified.
This dating effort is exhausting and I miss the knowing. Maybe I've grown a bit lazy but having experienced that moment, I really miss the ephemeral.
I'm so fucking sick of it. Sick down to my bowels, deeper even into my marrow, of the smoke in mirrors, the Internet Avatars, the hipster glitter-in-your-face-glamour, the fucking fakers. Genuine is so gauche, it seems. They all want a fucking sarcastic spiel before they'll even consider you relevant.
Little left in the world that's genuine, except the sun, moon, wind, earth and the movements of the planets. I must stop myself from believing in people, it only leads to tears. If only I could just become an element or planet, I would never hurt. What the hell is wrong with people?
I know most girls they go weak at the knees for what's beautiful. You know, that's all they see, that's all they want. But I'm not like that. I don't just see what's beautiful. I fall for the other stuff. I love what's not perfect. It's just how I am.
I truly love this scene from Les Poupées Russes [Russian Dolls], sequel to L'Auberge Espagnole [The Spanish Apartment, another favorite]. Idealist cinema for the bleeding romantic heart. Apologies for the terrible video quality, enjoy this longer better quality video of the same scene. The Beth Gibbons/Rustin Man track as she walks away from the train is melodic and lovely. See/here below.
I've watched this adorable, hilarious gory montage of Dario Argento's films tonight a handful of times and have repeatedly listened to the Goblin montage even more. I'm much too lazy and murderous tonight to individually upload the tracks I like best, so FEAST blood thirsty vermin. It does a body good.
Recognition dawns swiftly with a throbbing ache, worse even than an absinthe hangover. With one brief encounter, the past and the present collide into a prismatic folding of quantum worlds and memories. Staring, I become the creep in the corner eyes transfixed, absorbing every astonishingly accurate detail, every wound. Delivering myself into the arms of someone real, I leave the sleeping dragon untouched in its forbidden lair. Some things are better left shrouded in the mists of their own making.
First they came for the communists, and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a communist. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a trade unionist. Then they came for the Jews and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a Jew.
The government is always finding new ways to love its citizens. Let's take this idiocracy a bit further shall we? Into the land of hypotheticals, with rants by yours truly.
Then they came for the homosexuals [or sexually deviant] and I didn't speak because sexuality is a very grey area. Love is beautiful, in ALL of its shapes and forms. As Love is beautiful, so are people.
Then they came for the abortionists and called women who were raped, whores. [i.e. the satan spawn Santorum who said that women who have been raped and become pregnant should consider the child a blessing and forgive their attacker, welcoming the experience with open arms]. I open my arms to all women and admit here now I am a survivor of two rapes. No one can tell tell you what to do with your body. For my sisters who are conflicted, please let me offer comfort. You are not evil, you are not ugly. Seek help ALWAYS but remember at the end of the day, your choice/intuition is always the best.
It would seem America [and subsequently the world] is actually becoming a fucking police state and if you don't follow my twitter, read this [as in the most fucked up idiotic gross injustice that could ever possibly happen!] development. It's an article that describes how the US Congress has passed a bill that basically outlaws protesting of any kind. LINK Please actually read it.
This blog isn't about politics or grand doodahdoos, I know, but this actually really fucking matters and it has me scared because it ultimately effects us all. FREEDOM is so very important. I don't want to turn into some diatribe, but an outward entity should never dictate who we are. A government entity that cannot sympathise with or support its constituents is moot indeed. Furthermore, the personal activities of a citizen are no one's business!!!
Suddenly everything shifted, everything has changed. How can I celebrate or deny an imaginary feeling? Especially one that will never come to fruition. Surprising me, this implacable un-loss, a heartbeat not yet heard, it belongs to no one. Such an odd thing when something unknown inside is already known by its name, even its color. A familiar unfamiliar rustling, so ephemerally understood. Even though it is an intersection of thought, biology and emotion, it can never be. Ever. This is why I weep and run.