The heavens must be throwing the best music festival that has ever been.
Another ethereal musical genius has left us.
RIP Prince Rogers Nelson.
The heavens must be throwing the best music festival that has ever been.
Another ethereal musical genius has left us.
RIP Prince Rogers Nelson.
On this sad day, this song still makes me smile..and remember why I moved to, and why I still love New York to this day.
Listen and compare… Siouxsie Sioux
Siouxisie and the Banshees
and
Enjoy…
Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs
Yeah, yeah, I know that everyone is talking about this song because Christina Aguilera sang it with A Great Big World on “The Voice,” but I prefer the version without her, thank you. It gives me that melancholy I-want-to-write-bad-poetry or paint-something-heartwrenchingly-awesome feeling that The Postal Service or Deathcab For Cutie inspires. Enjoy…and create.
Recently a friend posted a Jeff Buckley video on facebook and I was immediately transported back in time to the late 90’s, my first year in NYC, living as a poor struggling artist in the East Village. An actor friend introduced me to Jeff Buckley’s album “Grace.” This song most definitely should be included in the soundtrack of my life. Stop, listen and if you don’t know who he is… learn. If you know music, you should know who Jeff Buckley is.
From the moment I woke up this morning, I’ve been singing this song (flashbacks to kindergarten in Montréal maybe?). So, of course, I youtubed it and found this funky little version by Jean Francois Alexandre. Now I’ll never stop singing it. I thought I’d share it with you so you can get the same enjoyment. You’re welcome.
I recently unearthed my “Rumi” book from college and the page with this poem was marked. This poem is as perfect now as it was to me 14 years ago when I marked the page. I hope you enjoy this poem as much as I do.
Quietness
Inside this new love, die.Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone finally born into color.
Do it now.
You’re covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.
The speechless full moon
comes out now.
My father used to sing this song to me when I was a wee nugget as he played his guitar. This explains everything. Magical stuff. Cartoons were so much better then. So was the acid, apparently.
If you could create a soundtrack of your life, what would it sound like? I’m beginning a new series of posts… and I’ll begin with this. Reminds me of 1999 in NYC… much better than any “Girls” episode.