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Jungle | Fires

Sat, 16 Feb 2013 02:21:55 -0500

Played Room 5 tonight & I’m crazy about them & I can’t wait for their record to come out & you all have to love them like I do & I know you will.

"Vomit" by Girls

Sun, 27 Jan 2013 14:31:47 -0500

It’s like if Portishead and Nirvana had a baby.
That went to camp in Guns N Roses territory.

Picture Parts

Sun, 13 Jan 2013 05:17:12 -0500

Broken people painting, to them, whole pictures
which are all messy parts of the same important story,
picture parts all based on limited vision but this common inherent feeling of ‘greater’
and elusive knowledge of ‘whole’,
almost a nostalgia of a foreshadowing sort.
See, it seems sparked by the collective memory, remembrance of things they’ve never done, and homesickness for places they’ve never been.
And these nevers are not for lack of trying. These nevers are due to, on the part of the memories and places, lack of existence.
And this nonexistence is not for lack of seeking, because we’ve found it.
We just can’t touch it. But we feel it. We can’t see it, but it’s burned in our minds like the spots of sun in your eye once you look down at your shoes after making eye contact with fire.
So it exists.
But only to the point of proving itself to the individual. The broken person. Who then picks up a paintbrush to try and see what we’re seeing.

The more important your picture is to paint, the deeper the struggle to touch your brush to the canvas.

“Free” -Switchfoot
“Lay ‘Em Down” -needtobreathe
“Screen” -twenty | one | pilots
“Cactus In The Valley” -LIGHTS
“Bleeding Out” -Imagine Dragons
“Broken Crown” -Mumford & Sons

[I also don’t know why half the songs on this playlist have double ‘e’s in the title.]

Ivy Levan

Tue, 09 Oct 2012 00:41:00 -0400

Ivy Levan:

repeat.

eeeee! just received the most wonderful gift from my...

Tue, 25 Sep 2012 00:12:25 -0400

eeeee! just received the most wonderful gift from my long-distance-twin, Nick Santino. can’t wait to share our mandolin magic with youse—

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Summer Summary

Thu, 23 Aug 2012 11:45:57 -0400

“Whole Lotta You” -A Rocket To The Moon
“Is Your Love Big Enough?” -Lianne La Havas
“On Top Of The World” -Imagine Dragons
“TipToes” -Jayme Dee
“The Diamond Church Street Choir” -Gaslight Anthem
“Now Is The Start” -A Fine Frenzy

A Rocket To The Moon is audibly vibing Nick Santino’s affinity for folk; they’re chasing wild & free summer jams through a cool filter of cozy earthiness.
this song feels like fringe swaying as hips move from side to side.

I like claps and guitar and soul; can you tell by this playlist? close your eyes & bask. this Lianne track is the slow warmth of the sun on your cheeks.

Imagine Dragons’ whole EP rules. this song feels like night air streaming through your fingers as they fan out of a moving convertible.

A long, long time ago, I posted a Cooler Than Me cover by Jayme Dee. now she’s signed, touring, & her new song TipToes is balancing out this playlist, on the cheekyfuncrushsong front.
this is the drippy strawberry ice cream streaming down the cone towards your sticky fingers.

this Gaslight Anthem track is irresistibly snappy.
here’s the sound of the door shutting behind you as your backpack jumps with every hurried step towards adventure.

Now Is The Start chases away that “summer’s ending” feeling, whilst still being mellow enough to invite you on her journey. this song is a mason jar of fireflies in no hurry to dim.

what songs sum up your summer?

heartnothate: Can’t Help Falling In Love With You | Fleet Foxes

Fri, 17 Aug 2012 02:22:04 -0400

heartnothate:

Can’t Help Falling In Love With You | Fleet Foxes

Varúð

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 11:19:36 -0400

Varúð:

this morning’s fog was burned away by the latest collaborative art video in Sigur Ros’ Valtari Mystery Film Experiment, featuring the work of
NYC photographer Ryan McGinley.

“This piece is my poem to New York City. I wanted to bring a childhood innocence to the streets, through a character whose own light and wonder effects the world around her. I’m always interested in an atmosphere where dreams and reality mingle on equal terms.”

but WHY

Sun, 12 Aug 2012 21:53:00 -0400

would The Hush Sound finally go back on tour…

[yayyyyyyy!!]

AND NOT COME TO CALIFORNIA?!

oh.. so many feelings.

none of them good.

this is like a thing. it’s a thing, that happens wayy too often. is it just me or have you experienced this tragic misfortune?

favourite band; announcing long-awaited tour dates; farthest possible venues from you. MY CREYS.

Migraine

Wed, 25 Jul 2012 00:25:33 -0400

“Am I the only one I know

waging my wars behind my face & above my throat?

Shadows will scream that I’m alone,

but I know we’ve made it this far, kid.” |-/

Throughout the course of teenagehood [of which I have less than 10 months left… bizarre.], your mental concept of situational proportions play ebb and flow ratio tricks on your heart. The little daytoday problems that you won’t remember when you’re thirty [much less next year] are paramount, hogging all your care so there’s none left for the big stuff: terrors of the world, definitions of justice & concepts of value, questions of existence, a reallyreally good warm slice of pizza… those sorts of things.

“Behind my eyelids are islands of violence…”

you sort of get trapped inside this labyrinth. it’s like, the harder you’re thinking, the tighter it shuts out the relevance. the closer you’re looking, the more you’re missing.

“Migraine” -Twenty | One | Pilots
“Demons” -Imagine Dragons
“Free My Mind” -Katie Herzig
“Spinning” -Jack’s Mannequin
“The War Inside” -Switchfoot
“The Lion, The Beast, The Beat” -Grace Potter & The Nocturnals

I think [too often. too densely. too critically, & too hypocritically, & too cyclically, & definitely I think too “too”. I think I get lost in thought & just when I think I’ve found the crumpled map, I’ve discovered it’s written in invisible ink… I think.] that it’s important to not get trapped in your mind.

sometimes I run across photos that I’ve never seen from a...

Sun, 15 Jul 2012 05:29:34 -0400

sometimes I run across photos that I’ve never seen from a moment I have absolutely no recollection of.

this is one of those, but it sums me up quite nicely, I suppose.

Somewhere Only We Know

Sat, 14 Jul 2012 16:19:26 -0400

Somewhere Only We Know:

One of my favourite songs, and one of my favourite channels for a while.

The lighting, the directing, the performances, and those harmonies that stole the track… testament to a very talented group of people. with real vision and genuine musicality.

breathtaking.

That Gotye Song

Fri, 13 Jul 2012 01:44:05 -0400

That Gotye Song

click this to be guilty as charged:

Mon, 02 Jul 2012 03:08:41 -0400

click this to be guilty as charged:

"The Lion, The Beast, The Beat"

Fri, 15 Jun 2012 23:52:54 -0400

by my favourite, Grace Potter & The Nocturnals, live on VH1 Storytellers RIGHT NOW.
unreal. I was so stoked when they streamed her self-titled record, I had it memorized before the pre-order downloaded into my library. when I got my physical copy, I basically spun a hole in that cd in my old Mustang.
I freaked out when I got tickets to see her at the House Of Blues, & had insanely high expectations. she blew them away.

so this new record is insane, & hearing the stories behind all of these tracks since she was 18, & her vibes, & her live steez, & her insane skillz, this is prime…
my mind.
my emotions.
right now.

also, amendment, she just mentioned the Lord Of The Rings when talking about Goddard College in Vermont & tracking their record Nothing But The Water in a barn. which rules.
could she rule any more?!
MY. MIND.
rock’n’roll.

placebo?

Thu, 07 Jun 2012 03:36:30 -0400

I haven’t touched my acoustic in a while. I haven’t been able to finish a song in even longer.

delicious inspiration. is it okay that it lives in my mind?
I don’t mean imagination; I have no shortage of that. or writing a story for the sake of creating a story. and I don’t mean embellishing truth. I’m positive it’s literally all in my mind. but we can trick ourselves into buying our own homespun stories, right? that’s why placebos work. like the button for a crosswalk. I once knew someone who was convinced that it doesn’t actually send a signal to the crosswalk; it just makes you feel controlled and communicative. couldn’t argue.

we can trick our bodies into believing what we tell our mind.
the problem is, it works with hearts too.
that’s all actors do. we take emotional sugar pills. feels like we’re feeling.
and we get a story out of it.
at what point, though, does the line between mind and heart blur?

oooooooooh, I don’t know. I don’t know; maybe I’m feeling with my mind. but it feels like I’m feeling, and it reads like a story, and it sounds like a melody, and it feels like jumping in a midnight fountain.

brb, writing.

“The Cure For Pain” -Jon Foreman

Tue, 05 Jun 2012 02:55:29 -0400

“The Cure For Pain” -Jon Foreman

it's not the first time I've written about insomnia

Sat, 02 Jun 2012 04:06:53 -0400

and it wont be the last. something about the dark places in the sky where the moonlight is not just draws the words from my insides. i think they were harboring somewhere under my ribcage, and got stuck in my throat on the way out. but out they swim, into the room that feels like a night breeze, despite all the wool. they swirl around, and some of them strike my eardrums, and they find each other. like magnets, they find the ones they belong beside. like yarn, they knot themselves up into a sentence.

I’ll wear them like a story, and dress up in a tale of imagination. of what? imagining what? itself. each other. more words. they dance. it’s letters, buzzing around in the hive of my midnight labyrinth mind. out of the shadows, out of the thorns, come words from those letters. which sift like a hand in a barrel of dry beans or a bag of rice, sift for the ones they belong after, and belong before. how to tell their story. i sit in a word trance, a helpless vessel to myself and the Artist, and I knit these words. they wait for the brisk penstrokes to catch up, for I’m just barely not quick enough, and they loop around. patiently they repeat and repeat, again and again, but annoyingly so, they loop.

and i look at florescent lights. and the air hits my lungs, and the last few words trickle out like trembling crumbs at the bottom of the crumpled bag. and just like that.

loops in the word-yarn.

anyway,

that’s why I write.