Don't Leave Home- Gabriel and Dresden
Digital Love- Daft Punk
Happy Up Here- Royksopp
We Want Fun- Andrew WK
Dancing. Smiling. Friends all around. Never thought I could be here. Never though places like this could be so much... Fun. My life is like a movie.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Relaxing To Music I Don't Understand
La Vie En Roses- Edith Piaf
Quequ'un M'a Dit -Carla Bruni
Les Promesses- Autour De Lucie
La Madrague- Brigitte Bardot
Someone once asked me why I love to listen to the French language when I am far from fluent, to this query I replied "because when I listen to French I feel as though I am reading the Sunday paper while having breakfast in my favorite lingerie as the sun streams through my kitchen windows. It makes me feel so film noir, like Humphrey Bogart will burst in any moment and take me into his arms. I feel as close to a femme fatal as I will ever be." To me, that is one of the best feelings in the world and only the French language can make me feel that way.
Quequ'un M'a Dit -Carla Bruni
Les Promesses- Autour De Lucie
La Madrague- Brigitte Bardot
Someone once asked me why I love to listen to the French language when I am far from fluent, to this query I replied "because when I listen to French I feel as though I am reading the Sunday paper while having breakfast in my favorite lingerie as the sun streams through my kitchen windows. It makes me feel so film noir, like Humphrey Bogart will burst in any moment and take me into his arms. I feel as close to a femme fatal as I will ever be." To me, that is one of the best feelings in the world and only the French language can make me feel that way.
When It's 5am and You Really Didn't Want to Be Up.
Sleeping In- Postal Service
I'm Only Sleeping- The Beatles
I'm Sleeping in a Submarine- The Arcade Fire
NARC- Interpol
Alarm. Grunt. Sigh. Never Sleeping In.
I'm Only Sleeping- The Beatles
I'm Sleeping in a Submarine- The Arcade Fire
NARC- Interpol
Alarm. Grunt. Sigh. Never Sleeping In.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Buying New Clothes,Thinking I'm Better off Single
I'm Lonely (But I Ain't That Lonely Yet)- The White Stripes
This Isn't It- Giant Drag
Your Kisses Are Wasted On Me- Pipettes
Bunny Ain't No Kind of Rider- Of Montreal
Too Busy. Too Distracted. Let it be simple. Let me be Single.
This Isn't It- Giant Drag
Your Kisses Are Wasted On Me- Pipettes
Bunny Ain't No Kind of Rider- Of Montreal
Too Busy. Too Distracted. Let it be simple. Let me be Single.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Infinately, The Hopless Romantic
Trolley Song- Judy Garland
I Wanna Be Loved By You- Marilyn Monroe
I Hear a Symphony- The Supremes
At Last- Ella Fitzgerald
Swell. Swoon. Sigh. Imagine. Forever.
I Wanna Be Loved By You- Marilyn Monroe
I Hear a Symphony- The Supremes
At Last- Ella Fitzgerald
Swell. Swoon. Sigh. Imagine. Forever.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Remeber When We Used to Dance Everywhere?
Disconnect the Dots- Of Montreal
Sweet Road- Animal Collective
Oh Mandy- Spinto Band
Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains)- The Arcade Fire
Dance. Crazy. You. Me. Frozen. Framed. Gone.
Sweet Road- Animal Collective
Oh Mandy- Spinto Band
Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains)- The Arcade Fire
Dance. Crazy. You. Me. Frozen. Framed. Gone.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Its raining everywhere
Train Under Water- Bright Eyes
A Drive- Limousine
I Grow Like A Plant- Erin Tobey
Raining In My Heart- Buddy Holly
Limp. Low. Slow. Dragging. But some how Productive.
A Drive- Limousine
I Grow Like A Plant- Erin Tobey
Raining In My Heart- Buddy Holly
Limp. Low. Slow. Dragging. But some how Productive.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
That Moment When You Sit, Stare, And Wonder What The Eff You Are Doing
Day Old Blues- Kings of Leon
The Recluse- Cursive
Rest My Chemistry- Interpol
Where Is My Mind- The Pixies
Space Out. Tune Out. Far Out. Away.
The Recluse- Cursive
Rest My Chemistry- Interpol
Where Is My Mind- The Pixies
Space Out. Tune Out. Far Out. Away.
Monday, August 16, 2010
In a Perfect World, I'm Sure It Would Work Out
Me Vs. Mardona Vs. Elvis- Brand New
Everyone Needs an Editor- Mates of State
Ever Fallen In Love? - The Buzzcocks
Don't Get Me Wrong- The Pretenders
Not here. Not now. We can't be us. Here.
Everyone Needs an Editor- Mates of State
Ever Fallen In Love? - The Buzzcocks
Don't Get Me Wrong- The Pretenders
Not here. Not now. We can't be us. Here.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Walking To Posthouse In Lovely Weather
Sock Hop - All-Time Quarterback
Big City- Antsy Pants
Good Day Sunshine- The Beatles
The Boy With The Arab Strap- Belle and Sebastian
Sunshine. Cool breeze. Home-fries. Friends.
Big City- Antsy Pants
Good Day Sunshine- The Beatles
The Boy With The Arab Strap- Belle and Sebastian
Sunshine. Cool breeze. Home-fries. Friends.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
David Bowie Apocalypic Dream
Paris in Flames- Thursday
Greet Death- Explosions in the Sky
Five Years- David Bowie
Everything was on fire, even water. It was a fire I had never seen before. It wasn't hot, or red, or crackling and hissing like it ought to; it just burned everything. When the fire stopped it was a swamp. David Bowie met me a the reeds looking like his character from the cover of Ziggy Stardust, a soft and blurry, but not glowing. He looked at me and looked forward and I knew he wanted me to walk with him. As we walked we saw dead bodies, singed, half swallowed by the murky mucky swarm, faces frozen in horror like they were slowly drowning; I still didn't hear anything. The mud was smooth and slick like wet clay. By the time we reached out destination I was caked in it-- David was not. I found myself at a large southern style mansion. For the first time in the dream I saw green it was a gargantuan weeping willow tree; the mansion seemed dwarfed in comparison. We went inside and I heard snapping and crackling. David led me into a very classic black and white kitchen. An elderly African woman was frying chicken and began talking to herself about me as if she had known me a long time. It was alarming but somehow comforting. David took my arm and led me through the rest of the house. There were many rooms, more than could physically fit in the space. The rooms were full of children covered in mud, like me. After this tour, David led me back outside. We sat on a swinging bench and saw people moving around 30 yards away. They were disheveled and leaping upon each other in a writhing heap of blood and violence-- they may or may not have been trying to eat each other. Horrified, I turned away to look at David, who looked on. He looked at me, took a breath, closed his eyes and walked away. The people began to move closer. I begin to worry for my safety and the safety of the children inside. I step of the bench and turn to go back in the house when I feel teeth sinking into my arm. I think "They are going to eat me, I am going to die" and I fell over onto the grass knowing all of those children were next.
Greet Death- Explosions in the Sky
Five Years- David Bowie
Everything was on fire, even water. It was a fire I had never seen before. It wasn't hot, or red, or crackling and hissing like it ought to; it just burned everything. When the fire stopped it was a swamp. David Bowie met me a the reeds looking like his character from the cover of Ziggy Stardust, a soft and blurry, but not glowing. He looked at me and looked forward and I knew he wanted me to walk with him. As we walked we saw dead bodies, singed, half swallowed by the murky mucky swarm, faces frozen in horror like they were slowly drowning; I still didn't hear anything. The mud was smooth and slick like wet clay. By the time we reached out destination I was caked in it-- David was not. I found myself at a large southern style mansion. For the first time in the dream I saw green it was a gargantuan weeping willow tree; the mansion seemed dwarfed in comparison. We went inside and I heard snapping and crackling. David led me into a very classic black and white kitchen. An elderly African woman was frying chicken and began talking to herself about me as if she had known me a long time. It was alarming but somehow comforting. David took my arm and led me through the rest of the house. There were many rooms, more than could physically fit in the space. The rooms were full of children covered in mud, like me. After this tour, David led me back outside. We sat on a swinging bench and saw people moving around 30 yards away. They were disheveled and leaping upon each other in a writhing heap of blood and violence-- they may or may not have been trying to eat each other. Horrified, I turned away to look at David, who looked on. He looked at me, took a breath, closed his eyes and walked away. The people began to move closer. I begin to worry for my safety and the safety of the children inside. I step of the bench and turn to go back in the house when I feel teeth sinking into my arm. I think "They are going to eat me, I am going to die" and I fell over onto the grass knowing all of those children were next.
That Person Who Always Has to Complain About Something: Don't You Have Any Tact?!
I've Heard it Before- Black Flag
Yelling in My Ear- Operation Ivy
I Don't Wanna Hear it- Minor Threat
Don't Lose Touch- Against Me!
Grow. Lighten up. Change. (or) SHUT UP!
Yelling in My Ear- Operation Ivy
I Don't Wanna Hear it- Minor Threat
Don't Lose Touch- Against Me!
Grow. Lighten up. Change. (or) SHUT UP!
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Just Then I Knew That Your Would Be My Friend
Never Knew- Rocket Summer
You and Me- The Beatles
Rose Parade- Elliot Smith
I Can Tell That We Are Gonna Be Friends- The White Stripes
Intimidated. Learning. Relieved. You're Human. You're My New Friend.
You and Me- The Beatles
Rose Parade- Elliot Smith
I Can Tell That We Are Gonna Be Friends- The White Stripes
Intimidated. Learning. Relieved. You're Human. You're My New Friend.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Suddenly Feeling Like I Want to Have a Party
Top of the World- Shonen Knife
We Want Fun- Andrew W.K.
Do You Wanna Dance?- The Ramones
Right Back Where We Started From (Cover)- Army Navy
Surge. Release. Laugh. Dance.
We Want Fun- Andrew W.K.
Do You Wanna Dance?- The Ramones
Right Back Where We Started From (Cover)- Army Navy
Surge. Release. Laugh. Dance.
Monday, August 9, 2010
The Uncontrolable Urge to Drive Away Forever (And Look For Her)
The Past is a Grotesque Animal- Of Montreal
Pioneers- Bloc Party
No Key, No Plan0 Okkervil River
Born To Run- Bruce Springsteen
Drive. Hope. Wish. Dream. Forgive.
Pioneers- Bloc Party
No Key, No Plan0 Okkervil River
Born To Run- Bruce Springsteen
Drive. Hope. Wish. Dream. Forgive.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Every Song on the Radio Made Me Think of ____.
You Can't Hurry Love- The Supremes
Big Me- The Foo Fighters
Train in Vain- The Clash
This Old Heart of Mine (Is Weak for You) - The Isely Brothers
On. Sigh. Reminisce. Recall. Grimace. Groan. Off.
Big Me- The Foo Fighters
Train in Vain- The Clash
This Old Heart of Mine (Is Weak for You) - The Isely Brothers
On. Sigh. Reminisce. Recall. Grimace. Groan. Off.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Drawing Tattoo Ideas On the Couch During LA Ink
Ghostbird- Redwing Blackbird
After the Goldrush- Neil Young
Rowing Song- Patty Griffin
The Wind Cries Mary- Jimi Hendrix
Birds. Theories. Pain. Permanent. Ghosts.
After the Goldrush- Neil Young
Rowing Song- Patty Griffin
The Wind Cries Mary- Jimi Hendrix
Birds. Theories. Pain. Permanent. Ghosts.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Waking Up Sad After a Lovely Dream
Please, Please, Please let me get what I want- The Smiths
Now At Last I Know- Fiest
Samson- Regina Spektor
I Can't Get Over You- The Queers
Lost. Dream. Win. Wake. Lose. Repeat.
Now At Last I Know- Fiest
Samson- Regina Spektor
I Can't Get Over You- The Queers
Lost. Dream. Win. Wake. Lose. Repeat.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Sentimental Moment Wearing Curlers on the Deck
Venus- Frankie Avalon
If I Knew You Were Coming I'd Have Baked a Cake- Eileen Barton
Didn't I- Patience and Prudence
La Madrague- Brigitte Bardot
Words. Curlers. Pages. Partly cloudy. 1960's. Bliss.
If I Knew You Were Coming I'd Have Baked a Cake- Eileen Barton
Didn't I- Patience and Prudence
La Madrague- Brigitte Bardot
Words. Curlers. Pages. Partly cloudy. 1960's. Bliss.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
That Moment When You Realize You Were Worrying for Nothing (Kayaking at Sunrise)
Watching the Wheels- John Lennon
Merry Happy- Kate Nash
Wake Up- The Arcade Fire
The Dog Days are Over- Florence and the Machine
Paddle. Sun. Breeze. Splash."Ah-hah!" Smile.
Merry Happy- Kate Nash
Wake Up- The Arcade Fire
The Dog Days are Over- Florence and the Machine
Paddle. Sun. Breeze. Splash."Ah-hah!" Smile.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Biking to Ocean Side Pizza
Summertime Boogie- Shonen Knife
Come Out and Play-The Offspring
Send me on my Way- Rusted Root
cheese burger subs. oceans. bays. tunes.
Come Out and Play-
Send me on my Way- Rusted Root
cheese burger subs. oceans. bays. tunes.
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