"Comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love."

Current comfort food TOP 5:

1)Two Eggs, prepared any way

2)Oatmeal, made with milk, and with nuts and fruit/good jam

3)String Cheese

4) Saltine Crackers

5)Fresh Spinach, sauteed with garlic

Gratuitous Overstimulation

blog fury

yes, i have had a slew of energy, and yes, many small snippets here. this is the way i work, in short bursts of temperment.

I spent the entirety of Saturday night and most of Sunday morning uploading songs for my cousin who has somehow grown overnight from a small lanky blond mop of a kid into a large lanky darker adult of sorts. It took a while to adjust to this change, I thought that perhaps by squinting it would change him back into a high-pitched 10-year-old. Though I do have to say, I learned that some good genes run in the family. Such as those which caused him to choose the likes of Led Zeppelin, Depeche Mode, and Pearl Jam off of my playlist.

in the morning i have come to drink strong coffee and to hell with it, it tastes the best with a little dot (well, honestly, a big pour) of organic half and half. i rationalize that i'm evening it out by not adding sugar, hehe. but a little measure like this goes a long way toward making my day its best.

i've spent a lot of time during my recent weeks taking notice of the pleasant things in my life. for me, it's the little things that leave me enraptured, an extra shot of passion to keep me running ahead. it's the warmth of alfred lying halfway off the couch, eyes pinched shut and pink belly showing. or the late night walks outside in the quiet black grass inhaling the mist. i chaotically jump from one thing to another, enjoying the crazy game of hopscotch i create.

so ala Nick Hornby, here's my first top 5 list of things that truly float my boat.

TOP five new (at least new to me) bands that intrigue me the most:

1) Mystery Jets-These guys get the number one spot by far. Ever since I heard my first MJ song, Diamonds in the Dark , I'm totally bonkers for them, like listen, rewind, and repeat. And it's not just because they're British, though that is always a plus. In my opinion, they're so interesting because they are so deliberate about what they're doing, but it comes out in such an simple way. This is pop done well. And I'm a sucker for harmonies. It's like finding the Futureheads all over again (who are respectfully omited from this list only because they don't fall into my "new" category).

2) A. A. Bondy-Mr. A.A. is someone that you can tell, upon very first listen, knows exactly how to summarize all of that shit going on in your brain and all around you. Furthermore, he is not only perfectly to-the-point about his subjects, but enhances your senses in regards to said event. You fully experience each of his stories in a raw and visceral way. Only after becoming a heartfelt fan did I find that, in fact, i had already hearted him for a long time in a very different role...as the singer for Verbena (in the pink anyone?).

3) MSTRKRFT-So knowing my friends, many of you might argue that electronic music doesn't count as music, but my dear fellows, I heartily disagree. These boys from Toronto take what you previously know and love, turn it around 180, and show it to you in a completely new light. As is everyone on this list, they are good at what they do. Instead of the same old formula of a few blips and beeps and then a repeating line ala Max Headroom or completely obliterating the song and pretending it's a remix, they distill its best qualities and then make it their own.

4) Beirut-I blame Maija for this one. Who would have thought that songs that so much remind me of the old monotone "traditional" Latvian recordings would actually touch a place of fondness? In fact, it was watching Zach Condon walk down a Parisian street with a ragtag bunch of musicians playing whatever they could get their hands on that had me at hello. Although younger than even my sister, Mr. Condon with his larger than life tenor just gets-it-right when portraying the old world. At the same time, he mixes together several musical styles, therefore, succeeding in not just repeating what has been done before.

5)Dodos-If you think that there's only so much that you can do with a guitar and set of drums, then you're standing inside the box that the Dodos have long abandoned. Having been lucky to see them live in the act, a great deal of power and passion lies in their small skinny west coast bodies. Being that their new album Visiter is being so well received, i'm interested to see where they'll go next.

KABLAMMA!

Look out NYC, you'll never know what hit ya. Mara's comin' back to town.

My thoughts exactly.

Back to the Future.

By very odd coincidence, I met a psychic the other day. And she told me that although I will remain where I am for some time, this will not be my ultimate location, nor will I return to where I came from.

I was a traveller in a past life and will never be fixed in one place.

#62.3 - Menomena - Wet and Rusting

Can there be happiness more pure than this?

hanging on the telephone.

embellished for literary purposes, but otherwise all true.

i ended up calling in the middle of the night. try as had for several hours to contain myself, i reached my bursting point and ended up dialing your number. of course, even though i should have been asleep, i knew you wouldn't be. you'd be up working. our schedules were always different that way.
"tell me a funny story" i shot out of the gate, which took you aback because we both knew that behind it was the loaded, but unsaid, "i want you, i need you, you're the only one who can be that person for me right now."
you listen is the truth of it. you've always listened when i really really needed it, at other times not, but you have an impeccable measure of when it needs to be done. and all this despite your own self, whether you feel like listening or not, whether you can handle it at the time. i'm emotionally selfish.
for some reason i hesitate initially, as though you're not going to pick up on it, though i know you are, i need to hear your ok first. given permission, my speech is like a river going over the falls, tumbling over rocks, rapidly hurdling toward instinctive conclusion without regard to what is in the way. i can't quite put it into words, i secretly wish i could show you, so that you're in on it too. and as much as i am there talking, i am in my head as well, and as a result everything is jumbled up as a puzzle. but you're quicker than that, you pick up the pieces, and do all of the right things: genuinely and strongly offer your help, empathize with me, then finally hit me with the truth, that which i haven't even processed in my own mind yet.
i can come up for air.
i contentedly listen to what you have to share, genuinely interested, no longer being distracted by the pangs of my own self. of course, you don't launch into anything as deeply as i do, and after a while we wish each other well and say goodnight.

pretending it's just another normal conversation between two normal people on a normal wednesday night.

feline colony.

life is a series of simple moments.

last night i dreamt that we were in new york, drinking tea in an old lady's apartment on a long black bench. carefully, i sat next to you and you put your arm around me, carefully. i was teetering off of the end of the bench, shifting my weight toward you and as i looked up at you, you slowly shifted towards me, and we kissed.