Sunday, October 26, 2014

Stalker Nostalgia

Let's all just admit once and for all that if given the opportunity to internet stalk, we will.  It's just how it is and I refuse to accept any flak on the subject.  You do it, I do it.  End of story.

So today, I was internet stalking the profile of my very first boyfriend.  The man I moved overseas for; the one that introduced me to drugs and rock'n roll. (Sex by that point was a foregone conclusion.) Yes, if you have ever wondered; these cliches are true.

Guess what?  He's got a new band and a song posted.  A rough demo, yes but I'm so glad to see he's still dedicated to his passion.  I remember countless hours listening to him strum his guitar and sing portions of unfinished songs and in fact, there are three never recorded tracks I find myself singing years later. I would drown to Suede's My Dark Star as he perniciously practiced Bernard Butler's beautifully haunted solo.  Pernicious because I thought I would murder him if I had to listen to the same five bars just one more time (aka the Joys of Living with a Musician).  Of course, now I love those same five bars with a reverence so holy, so deeply ingrained are they in my musical repertoire....this manic clutching devotion to Suede.

Nostalgia stains deeply, just like the tattoo I carry from that time, and I won't apologize for it. Didn't we just think we were grand Wild Ones as we poetically, tragically, romantically said goodbye in airports and train stations by singing to each other yet another Suede song, And on you my tattoo will be bleeding and the name will stain.

Coming of age is a state of being so personal and universal; its potency reverberates in us all.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Eating Cake

These girls are tantalizing my listening rounds of late.  Falling down rabbit holes of the 1960s varieties... impresario managers, rock star consortiums, just a hint of sexual deviance (affairs with Jimi Hendrix and married men notwithstanding).  Lushly lovelies.  An excerpt from a Dangerous Minds blurb, "The Cake are the missing link between The Ronnettes and The Runaways, The Shangri-Las and The Go-Gos".

This clip features a very excited Jeannette Jacobs and those dance moves... swoonville.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

The Experiments Gone Awry

It's shameful how long it's been since I listened to music.  Not sought music, actually listened to music. Lazy listening habits; too many days spent acquiescing to others' tastes.

Not today, friends.  This blasts the aural cobwebs out of their tender crevasses.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Blood Heart

The raging shame of it all.  Perspective and feeling warring with reality.  Who are we indeed?

Those lovely dark musings furtively marauding through our psyches; perfected by this wonderful track.  Vielan Dank Blood Candy.... Vielan Dank.

Well, Naturally

Collage art is all the rage these days but more than all the rest I wish I could live in the worlds Eugenia Loli creates in her collage work. They make more sense to me than anything I've seen in this world thus far.  That and the snail porn in Microcosmos.

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