1) Eric Clapton- Breaking Point
I'm home. I missed you a lot. Did you miss me?
2) Pat Metheny- Facing West
This is a once in a lifetime opportunity! I need to go up there! This is what I've always wanted! I'm going out on a limb and I'm ready for adventure!
3) Rod Stewart- Every Picture Tells A Story
Whitey Bulger captured? Can I please go down to the courthouse? What's that? Recipes for cooking the best lobsters? OK GBH...I guess that's just as good...
4) Foster the People- Pumped Up Kicks
"Look over there. Pretend they're the audience. I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."
5) The Avalanches- Since I Left You
I'm hung over and it's so bright in Brighton and I love everyone I can see.
6) Roy Orbison- In Dreams
You're just like me.
7) Vampire Weekend- Oxford Comma
Hiding in Nantucket. Everyone is so beautiful I want to cry.
8) Frank Zappa- Jesus Thinks You're a Jerk
"What if Pat gets into the White House?"
"No fucking way, Ike! Hahaha, you know what I mean? HA!"
9) Okkervil River- Mermaid
She's pretty, I think...
10) Steve Winwood- Wake Me Up on Judgement Day
Gotta keep pressing on...
Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Race to the End of Summer
I have been deterred from finishing a treatment for my thesis. Thankfully I've been deterred for very good reasons. Driving other people's cars, late night monster movies, wine, laughter, beaches, going to bed early and sleeping late. My days at 774 are numbered. I don't want to think about it until I am a safe distance away.
Tomorrow I'm gonna spend a great deal of time writing. Playing catch-up in school. Making sure my affairs are in order before I move into Autumn.
Most if not all of these albums are fantastic. I highly reccomend Destroyer's Kaputt. It's a very well produced musical fantasy. Post-smooth jazz horns(yes, they made it up), WICKED fucking clean guitars that's reminiscent of The Smiths and Twin Peaks, and arrangements that call back Steely Dan and Dent May. Yup, it's a hell of a combo.
Tomorrow I'm gonna spend a great deal of time writing. Playing catch-up in school. Making sure my affairs are in order before I move into Autumn.
Most if not all of these albums are fantastic. I highly reccomend Destroyer's Kaputt. It's a very well produced musical fantasy. Post-smooth jazz horns(yes, they made it up), WICKED fucking clean guitars that's reminiscent of The Smiths and Twin Peaks, and arrangements that call back Steely Dan and Dent May. Yup, it's a hell of a combo.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
080311
Why did I bury my head in the sand when Vampire Weekend first came out?
First of all, they're from New York and the last thing I needed in high school was 20something washashores feeling ways about stuff on Cape Cod. Second, they attracted a crowd I wasn't into back then. Polo shirts looked like straight-jackets. I'll leave it at that.
But now I'm 20something and I don't live on the Cape anymore. This has been the first summer away from there. Hence: now feeling ways about stuff. That and after a long lost weekend on Nantucket, I wish I was a mix of a Ralph Lauren model and a F. Scott Fitzgerald character.
Trust me, the music isn't life changing all of a sudden. It's just good summer music. It's what I need when I'm staring at Parker Street and wishing it was bay-side in Welfleet. I love when music is appropriate for times like that. I hate when it's too appropriate. Hence me apparently going on another long span of time before listening to Picaresque again. It's a dragnet for...well, a lot of things. Concerns that never go away.
****
At the Box Car (a play in one act and three old fashions)
ME: Sir, I just wanna shake your hand.
MAN: Oh? What for?
ME: You're suave. You're one suave guy. I saw you down on Federal and I dig your style.
MAN: Why thank you! What do you do, young man?
ME: I'm an artist. I make tapes.
MAN: My brother is a performance artist. He's really into it down in, uh, New York.
ME: Far out! How about you, sir? How do you make a living?
MAN: (sheepishly) Well I'm sorry, but I'm a lawyer.
****
A little girl
A kid
Dropped a piece of paper
Into my lap
and said
"Draw me your best drawing."
So I did.
"When I was
Your Age
There were only
THREE
Star Wars movies."
First of all, they're from New York and the last thing I needed in high school was 20something washashores feeling ways about stuff on Cape Cod. Second, they attracted a crowd I wasn't into back then. Polo shirts looked like straight-jackets. I'll leave it at that.
But now I'm 20something and I don't live on the Cape anymore. This has been the first summer away from there. Hence: now feeling ways about stuff. That and after a long lost weekend on Nantucket, I wish I was a mix of a Ralph Lauren model and a F. Scott Fitzgerald character.
Trust me, the music isn't life changing all of a sudden. It's just good summer music. It's what I need when I'm staring at Parker Street and wishing it was bay-side in Welfleet. I love when music is appropriate for times like that. I hate when it's too appropriate. Hence me apparently going on another long span of time before listening to Picaresque again. It's a dragnet for...well, a lot of things. Concerns that never go away.
****
At the Box Car (a play in one act and three old fashions)
ME: Sir, I just wanna shake your hand.
MAN: Oh? What for?
ME: You're suave. You're one suave guy. I saw you down on Federal and I dig your style.
MAN: Why thank you! What do you do, young man?
ME: I'm an artist. I make tapes.
MAN: My brother is a performance artist. He's really into it down in, uh, New York.
ME: Far out! How about you, sir? How do you make a living?
MAN: (sheepishly) Well I'm sorry, but I'm a lawyer.
****
A little girl
A kid
Dropped a piece of paper
Into my lap
and said
"Draw me your best drawing."
So I did.
"When I was
Your Age
There were only
THREE
Star Wars movies."
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