Full circle.

August 4, 2013 § Leave a comment

A while ago, I posted the video of Marina Abramovic’s video of her performance art piece, that was sharing one minute with a person, no words, no touching, just staring into each other’s eyes.

Jay-Z apparently liked it as well, and took it to where he needed to take it – adding music, and interacting with someone.

Interacting with someone through art is a powerful tool. These are both incredible examples of some of my favorite things.

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This month.

April 24, 2013 § Leave a comment

Has felt quite similar to this image…standing on the edge of a hot lava vortex of death, yet surrounded by cool serenity.

Journey to the Center of the Earth: An Incredible Glimpse Inside an Active Volcano volcanoes lava landscapes

I’m trying to keep the vortex of death away, but work is full of crazy deadlines. I’m looking forward to May 1, when I can completely drop off from three-plus deadlines a week. I just need to get through this week.

I do so enjoy slightly falling into the pit of fire, though. It keeps me alive.

h/t on the image: thisiscolossal.com I recommend clicking through for more gorgeous, raw images of this life of ours.

Perhaps listen to the most relaxing song of all time while viewing.

Evolution of music.

December 31, 2012 § Leave a comment

I am a fan of Beck.

To which anyone who knows me would immediately snort and say, “Fan? More like fanatic.” 

But I’m not a fanatic in the sense that I stalk people and my life revolves around them. More that I truly appreciate everything that person does, and will immediately purchase whatever they put out into the world.

I have a lot of memories with Beck – with my father, with my husband, with ex-boyfriends, with friends, with old jobs… I can tell you what was going on in my life based on which  one of his albums was out at the time.

He evolves with every album. It is very different, but uniquely different. Ranging from super raw, hard, nearly punk to symphonic and almost operatic to hip hop to pop…sometimes all in one song. Music is very personal to him, and that comes across easily to the listener.

Which is why his new album is both brilliant and odd. He is releasing it only as sheet music.

Song Reader is 20 new songs presented only as sheet music, in the hopes that enterprising musicians will record their own versions.” (NPR has the full article, and interview with Beck.)

I’m so intrigued. Which is why I love Beck to begin with.

Vespertine.

December 2, 2012 § 1 Comment

This last week, I fell into my old comfort music from more than a decade ago. Bjork…in particular Vespertine…was a big part of that. I used to listen to it incessantly the summer between my sophomore and junior year in college.

It had been a while since I listened to the album, and it was great to re-experience it. If you haven’t listened to it, I highly recommend it.

As luck would have it, someone else was thinking about Vespertine this week. Across the nation from me, who has never met me. I love those moments.

Design*Sponge did a Sound Garden feature on it.

Design*Sponge Sound Garden folks must be my age and have the exact same taste in music, because this isn’t the first time this exact scenario has happened. Beck’s Sea Change (an absolutely gorgeous album. Listen to it alone when you need a good raw cry.)

While I see similarities in these with the albums (Bjork’s album is rich and warm and hard and soft; while Beck’s is highly sensory and spiky and evocative) I’m not sure if they totally hit the mark. But I appreciate that art can be made from art, and that we are inspired in so many different perspectives.

here’s your sad.

November 5, 2012 § Leave a comment

Follow that Bird showed up on Netflix tonight. I don’t know if I can watch it.

I just told Jeff, my husband, that blue Big Bird makes me so horribly sad. It was the first time I really recognized what “sad” was when I was tiny. That emotions were so much more than just happy, or angry that I wasn’t getting my way.

So, instead of the T-Lo version of “here’s your pretty”, here’s your sad.

Artichoke.

November 2, 2012 § Leave a comment

My newest guilty pleasure is the show Revenge. I’m a little late to the game, as is frequently the case. I don’t have television at home other than internet, and I typically watch things as they come up on Netflix, which means I’m usually about three years behind. I’m still waiting for Season 5 Mad Men. Sigh.

Anyway, it’s now a guilty pleasure. And I’m not sure if it’s because it’s good, or because I have an affinity for the name Gabriel Mann. He’s an actor in the show, but he isn’t who I associate the name with…this is:

 

Nick Cave.

June 29, 2012 § Leave a comment

So, I’m finally reading The Death of Bunny Munro by Nick Cave.

I wanted to since I read a review when it initially came out in 2009. If you are familiar at all with Nick Cave, you will not be surprised by this book. It is haunting, crude, emotional, tender, sexual, dark, disturbing and highly addictive. It is currently my commute-book, meaning I’m reading it on a light rail and hoping that no one is reading over my shoulder, but I nearly miss my stop every single time.

I’ve been a fan of Nick Cave ever since my sister introduced him to me in middle school. She had just gone away to college, and made me a mix tape that had Henry Lee on it. I love PJ Harvey, and together with Nick Cave, it just blew me away. I immediately started seeking him out in my music dives – back then it was at Uncle Johns, the local record store – the internet barely existed, and few people had email. Damn, I miss those days.

But I digress. Ever since hearing that one song, I have continually been surprised by Nick Cave, but also in a way that clearly made sense for him. No one else has his presence, or style, or grace, or perspective, and he never deviates from being himself. He is so comfortable in his skin that he can break the mold of what people expect from him, but always produce something beautiful. It is a rare gift.

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